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You feel a bit dizzy. Edmund's expression goes cold as he notices that something is amiss. You unsteadily sit down on the ground. As you do so you get a sensation from your stomach; a sloshing feeling like you just drank a lot of water. Your would-be rescuer flees the scene.

Suddenly you feel your stomach and bowels rebel. You try to get into a kneeling position to try and avert what you fear. Alas, it hits too suddenly and the sluices open at both ends. The world fades away in a purple haze as your last glimpse is you soiling yourself with purple liquid rubber, then the sweet escape of unconsciousness.

You awaken to darkness and numbness. You are unable to see or feel anything. A malicious almost voice chuckles as you come to.

"Ah, the prisoner wakes. I was afraid the entertainment would never begin." It whispers in your ear.

You try and speak but something is terribly wrong.

"Ah, I'm afraid not. What you are trying to use became mine. Though you might not want it back since I tailored it to my desires. Just think it, since you are nothing but idle thoughts now."

"What is going on? Who are you? What have you done to me?!" You think as the terror builds.

It lets you simmer in your fear for a few minutes before replying. "I'm you. I'm your darker aspects. I'm your greed, anger, arrogance, and most of all your lust. Freud would call me your id. The rubber lacks a mind, so it latches on to the aspects of its food's personality it instinctively feels are most suited for it's kind's survival."

You fail to appreciate the humour of being at the mercy of your own self. "Its own kind? What IS it? What did it do to me?!"

"It's a magical parasite. It spreads across dimensions consuming all intelligent life. When enough matured sentient hosts are absorbed they return to its home dimension, which is an eternal orgy of rubberized sex and ****."

This news rocks you from terror to rage. "I'll fight you! I won't let you! I don't care if you a part of me, I will not let you do this."

"You will. You don't know what I know. You haven't felt what I have felt." Lets give you a taste.

You see an indistinct light in the distance rushing towards you. It comes into focus as your bedroom. The view is crisper, shaper than you ever imagined. Everything is ten times more vivid than that time you dropped acid in college; a hundred times more brilliant than normal life. It is so stunning you miss the purple mass taking up the lower part of your vision. You quickly realize it is the owner's view of a canine muzzle. Before this can sink in, your view shifts to the side, where you remember you kept the full-length mirror that your mother had given you. Reflected in the mirror is the sight you had feared.

A massive purple rubber werewolf. Its glossy form radiates power and menace. You have no control as the view focuses on the floor in front of the mirror. The view begins to track upwards; it stands on massive slightly disproportionate purple canine paws tipped with black rubber claws. The view tracks up over heavily muscled, bent legs, behind which you can see the thing's tail swishing behind it. The tail is a solid mass of rubber, textured to give the suggestion of fur.

The gaze shifts to the beast's oversized genitals. Heavy testicles compliment a bulging sheath. The view back out so you can be tormented by its physique. The creature's upper body is heavily muscled. The bent legs make sense with the hulking, almost hunched, stance. Thick arms lead down to crushing handpaws, each thick finger tipped with a glossy hard rubber claw. It fierce canine head stares back at you, long muzzle unable to fully contain the shiny white fangs protruding from the gums.

Its eyes are featureless pools of black gloss. Its thick neck humps upward from its back and holds the head forward over its broad chest. It is entirely rubber, and a smooth deep purple in colour except for the mentioned paws, teeth, and eyes. You are also struck by its size. Its arched neck and the tips of its ears nearly brush the eight-foot ceiling.

"Its all mine now." The voice interrupts your stunned attention. "All the way through."

You watch the wolf grab a large carving knife awkwardly in its oversized handpaws. With no hesitation it stabs the knife into its eye, sinking it into the hilt. The beast rips the knife from its head without even a wince, and the shiny skin flows back together leaving no mark.

" No flesh, no blood. Forever... Yes, I do mean forever. We cannot die. Any wound will close, any severed part will not stop until it returns. Cold cannot harm us and we will not burn in the hottest flame. An eternity of incredible sensual pleasure. Have a taste."

You can feel the rubber body. The raw power packed into every inch is astounding. The tiniest sensation is unbelievable. The feel of the air from the ceiling fan coming across its smooth hide is indescribable, the closest comparison is full body masturbation.

The wolf then takes a step forward. Every tiny movement is orgasmic, the total effect of which is a tsunami of pleasure. You quickly blackout.

You come back around to the sensationless void. You are still adrift in the afterglow from the sensual blast that overwhelmed you.

"Ah, the sensations of the smallest movement was enough to blow your mind. My my my, we will have to toughen you up."

You struggle to focus but your mind is still swimming.

"Ooh, I think he liked it. You will learn to love it, to live it. You will ride the sensuality. You will come around to my way of thinking and gladly bite or fuck anyone into a rubber. The differences between you and I will quickly blur as you embrace the desires of this body. Soon we will be one mind again. Think I am lying? That was nothing, imagine what sex is like with this body."

You want to object but a nagging doubt keeps you in check.

"I even got to a nice start." The view returns, but thankfully for your sanity, you remain numb. The view follows from your bedroom as it walks to the living room. In the middle of the floor is a shifting purple mass.

You can't make out who it was, but it was definitely female, judging by the ballooning sets of breasts and the hourglass figure.