Rubber Wish

I might as well come right out in the beginning of this story and explain it. 

I absolutely love to wear skin-tight latex fetish clothing. In fact, there isn't a day that goes by when I'm not wearing some article of latex clothing. My love for latex began when I was very young. I had a bed wetting problem as a child. My mother used to put rubber sheets on my bed to keep accidents from soaking into the mattress. I loved the coolness of the sheets and the slick feeling of the rubber against my face and hands. As I got older, I forgot about the rubber sheets until I happened to be doing some cleaning around the house. I put on a pair of rubber kitchen gloves and the feelings and memories all came flooding back! 

It wasn't long before I was investigating catalogues and fetish shops, purchasing as many latex items as I could afford. Suffice it to say, I've built up quite a wardrobe of latex fetish-wear. But my story really begins three months ago. 

I have been immersed in latex for five years now, but I have never been able to attract a woman into my rubber world. I'm an attractive guy. I have a charming personality. But I can't seem to get turned on unless there's rubber involved. I could never find a woman willing to try. Just when I thought there were no female pervs, I found Janet. 

I'm a firm believer in magic and wishing. I always have been. Shortly after I totally gave into my latex fetish, I started wishing I would meet a woman to share in my kink. I wished on birthdays, evening stars, falling stars, white horses, anything lucky. After five years of constant wishing, it happened. 

I was sound asleep one night when, in my dream, a strange old man came to me. "You've gotta stop all this wishing!", the old man barked. "You're clogging up the system with your frivolous wishes."

"Frivolous?!? Am I really asking for too much?", I asked. 

"No, I guess not....okay, I'll take it upon myself to grant you your wish", the old man replied. "What do you want?"

I wanted to be specific. Now that I had the chance, I wanted everything to be perfect. "What I want is to find a woman who loves latex as much as I do-- No! Wait! -- what I mean is that I want to find a *beautiful* woman who maybe doesn't know she loves latex but is transformed into someone who can't live without latex and rubber sex once I introduce her to it! A real rubber woman! That's what I want." 

"Are you sure?", the withered old man asked. "Positive", I snapped. 

"Okay, it's done." 

I woke the next morning vaguely aware of what had happened in my dream. I knew it was all a dream, yet I prayed that my wish would come true.Weeks passed and I met no one.I kept looking at women on the street hoping that someone was just going to jump me or something. But it never happened. 

After about a month-and-a-half, I saw a classified ad in a local *alternative lifestyles* newspaper from a woman who was looking to experience something "different". The ad said that she was looking for anything sexually unusual - no matter how kinky. I responded to the ad. Within a couple of days, I received a phone call from the woman. She said her name was Janet and she really liked the tone of my response. I had tried personals before but could never seem to attract anyone. Janet said that she received a lot of "whacko" responses but mine seemed to be the only sincere one. I guess the practice payed off. 

We met a couple of days later to talk about latex and rubber fetish wear over drinks. I wore a pair of black latex tights under my pants to show her. She was genuinely intrigued with what I told her and she wanted to try some on for herself. 

That night I planned what I could get for her to wear. I had a pair of bike shorts that I had bought for myself, but they were too small. I decided to give them to her to try. The buzzer rang and I let Janet into the building. I left the door to the apartment open and waited for her in my living room. She knocked on the door and poked her head around the door. 

"Is anyone here?", she called. 

"I'm in the living room. Please come in and make yourself comfortable", I called back. 

When she came around the corner, she was more than a little shocked! I was sitting in my favorite chair dressed from head to toe in latex. I was wearing my favorite black catsuit, gloves and a hood. 

"Don't be afraid", I said, "I thought you might want to see a sample of some of my stuff." 

"I'm not afraid", Janet answered, "I just wasn't expecting to see this much this fast!" 

I think we were both a little nervous at first. We sat and talked for a whileand I could tell that she was definitely curious about the latex. She seemed transfixed by the way it shimmered on my body, the way it eliminated any flaws of my skin with it's tight, smooth surface. Janet is a beautiful--no stunning--woman. She stands about 5'8" and has gorgeous blond hair and blue eyes. She has an incredible 38-24-32 natural figure. I knew from the first night we met I was going to fall 
hopelessly for her. 

That night she was wearing a tight-fitting white turtleneck and black slacks. As her eyes scanned over my rubber form, I watched as her nipples hardened under her top. After talking for what seemed an eternity, I reached over, took her hand in my black glove and kissed her through the hood. It was a great kiss for me, but it rocked Janet with what seemed to be an incredible orgasm! She grabbed at my head, licking the rubber, moaning and shaking with orgasm after orgasm. 

"What's wrong with me!", she heaved, "I've never been this turned on before in my life!!" 

She stripped off her clothes. Her pants were soaking wet at the crotch. 
I stood up and she began fondling my latex-wrapped body. 

"Every time I touch you, I get these electric shocks all over. It's like I can't get enough of the rubber! I want to try some on! Pleeease! I've got to try some on!" 

Janet was going crazy. She was drooling and panting. Her juices flowed in a steady stream down the inside of her thighs. I took her to my room and got out the pair of bike shorts for her. As she pulled them up her legs, she moaned and wailed as two more intense orgasms ripped through her. She wanted more so I found a pair of gloves I thought might fit her. She pulled them on, focusing intensely, looking like she had been possessed by a demon or something. 

The bike shorts were open at the crotch and instantly, Janet started to finger herself with her gloved hands. All the while I had been getting hotter and hotter watching this vixen writhe in rubber pleasure. I unzipped the crotch of my catsuit and pulled out my hard cock. It was encased in the latex sheath of my briefs. When Janet stopped playing with herself long enough to notice that my hard cock was encased in rubber and bobbing for attention, she dropped to her knees and took my member into her mouth. Her tongue raced over the length of my cock. She wasn't really concentrating on giving me a blow-job but rather "tasting" the latex. In frustration, I grabbed her hair in my hands and pulled her mouth onto my cock. She looked up at me with eyes that can only be described as desperate. 

Janet then began to suck on my cock. She swallowed it without so much as a gag. Her face was buried into my stomach and she breathed in the sent of my hot rubber. I began to feel the explosion coming. I wanted so badly to release my load into the rubber sheath. As I came, I let out a loud yell and fell back onto the bed. Janet also collapsed in orgasm and curled up on the floor sobbing. 

"I've never felt such desire, such passion", Janet cried. "If I had only knownabout this rubber fetish before...", her voice trailed off. 
I got up from the bed and went to where Janet lay panting and sobbing. 
I helped her onto the bed and lay down next to her. 

The morning came and I found myself still encased in latex. As much as I loved the feeling of the rubber, I wanted to get my cock out of the sticky sheath and rinse myself off, not to mention, I had to pee. I went into the bathroom without really looking at Janet. I didn't want to disturb her. I peeled my catsuit, gloves, hood and briefs off, rinsed them out and got into the shower. Once cleaned and dried, I went back into the bedroom. When I looked to the bed, I couldn't believe what I saw! 

Janet was dressed completely from head to toe in shiny, black latex! I mean, there wasn't an opening anywhere. But where did she get it? And when did she change? 

I went to the bed and sat down beside her. My movement woke her and she stretched her rubber arms above her head. Then, without saying a word, she ran her hands over her face. There were no openings for her eyes in the hood she wore. She shrieked.

"What's happened to me?" 

"I don't know...", I replied still stunned. 

"I can't see anything! Am I all covered in rubber? Why...why did you do this to me?" 

"Wait a minute. What makes you think it was me?" 

"If you didn't do it then how did I become encased in this stuff?" 

I got Janet to stand up. I checked her whole body for zippers or closures or something. But there were none! It was like the bike shorts and gloves had grown over her entire body as she slept. I couldn't even figure out how she was breathing! Janet asked if there was some way for me to get her out? 

"The only thing I can think of is to cut you out", I said. 

"Maybe just to start you can cut a couple of holes so I can see", she replied curiously. "I wouldn't mind seeing what I look like."

I went back to the bathroom and retrieved a small pair of scissors. I then pulled the rubber away from her eyes and very carefully snipped two holes to see through. As soon as she could see, she relaxed and went to the mirror to have a look at herself. The sight was quite remarkable. She stood before the full-length mirror glistening in her new "skin". She turned this way and that and watched as the light made beautiful streamers on her legs, arms and breasts. Her focus turned abruptly to her crotch. She quickly sat on the floor and spread her legs wider than I thought possible and with her gloved fingers, began to examine her pussy. 

"Come and see!!", she exclaimed. 

I rushed over to her and again was amazed at what I saw! The latex had indeed grown to cover her body. The evidence was staring us in the face. Janet's pussy still had all the intricate details and folds it had before, except now they were all formed from glistening latex! I don't care how skilled the craftsman, a latex catsuit could not be formed with such precision as the shiny black flower between her legs. And, it was wet. Very wet.  And getting wetter. 

She looked up at me through the rubber mask and let out a faint whimper. And with that we both looked down between her legs. Creamy-clear liquid flowed steadily out of her pussy. She reached down with her shiny black hand and rubbed it all over her thighs, stomach and breasts. Her body gleamed like I had never seen latex gleam before! 

One hand started to rub her clit while the other inserted three fingers into her wet hole. I looked on in shear amazement as she seemed to contort her body so as to insert her whole hand. Without even thinking about it, Janet put her two hands together and slid them both into her sex. It stretched effortlessly to accept her hands ...like it was made of rubber! 

She visibly contorted herself again, shifting her position. I watched as she gracefully slid both her forearms into her gaping hole. With a shudder and a long animal-like groan, she arched her back in delightful pleasure. The rubber stretched tight across her open mouth, and I watched as she tried to push her tongue through the membrane. Finally, her tongue pushed through the membrane as if dipped in liquid latex and she let out another howl. In and out, in and out she fucked herself unaware that anything was out of the ordinary. Finally, she came. She laughed hysterically as a massive flow poured out onto the floor. She rolled over onto her belly and placed her rubber covered mouth to the puddle. With a sucking sound she inhaled her excrement and her rubber tongue stretched 8" out from her face to lap up the remaining drops. 

Janet looked back up at me and smiled. I could see the opening for her mouth much clearer than I could before. She got to her feet and looked at herself in the mirror again. 
"I feel so much better!", she giggled. "I know you had something to do with my transformation. I don't know what...but I absolutely love it!" 

Janet didn't really need me for sex much after that. But she liked it when I dressed from head to toe in latex. She would get behind me and stick her long rubber tongue into my ass until I came like a madman. We could still fuck, but I think she got more out of it when I used my whole arm. In the last couple of days, Janet and I have been testing her elasticity. Last night I squeezed my entire head inside of her. I've also taken to eating her strange excrement. I don't know why, but this morning, I couldn't take my glove off. Strange isn't it? 
 

10.03.04