Shiny of course!

Your feet and legs now shine against the starlight, a midnight black that seems to blend in with the grass you are standing on.

The latex has thickened to an extent that it is getting difficult to roll your foot around. "Walking will now be a bit slower," you realise.

The rubberised robe, thick and fluffy still and ending just at your knees, has somehow split down the middle and formed into some thick and fluffy pantaloons. As they rise up over your pelvis they look like a normal robe. One that has been latexed though.

You feel the phantom hand within your robe caress over your chest as you peer down at your feet. It seems the latex is solidifying between your toes and over the top of each foot. The beginnings of some latex laces begin to form at your feet and slowly form their way all the way up your lower legs to the pantaloons.

Growling some but then moaning as the hand seemingly grips your cock firmly, you walk on.

"I don't need these distractions," You mutter.