The Latex Vixen

2009-09-04T03:41:59Z

202.156.14.249:

[[Category:Story]] [[Category:Mental_change]] {{universe|Xanadu}} [[Category:Anthropomorphic]]
[[Category:Animal]] [[Category:Magic]] [[Category:Fox]] [[Category:Transgender]] [[Category:Xanadu]]

This has been sitting on the back burner for a while. But I got
enough for a part 1 done.

Xanadu: The Latex Vixen by James S. Cole

It had taken weeks of coaxing and convincing but finally I was
at Kubla Con. Getting me to attend the con was no feat, getting
me to go in costume to quite a bit of convincing. Getting me to come
in the costume I had made was much harder. I'd though for a long
time the costume was just a pipe dream, or that I'd never finish
it. But I'd managed too, and it was a true work of art. It was a
fantasy made real. For a while I'd been going on-line under
different furry persona's, but this one was the only one with a
chance of appearing remotely real. She was called Latex Vixen, and
with good reason, she always wore some form a latex garment. A
creation of my furriness and my fetish for latex rubber. The costume
was a master piece, fusing two of my biggest interests into one
being. The only way I'd been convinced to don my creation, which
I'd never worn once before, was when my good friend promised me he
too would go in costume, as my submissive. Naturally I'd made the
character a dominatrix, most of the best latex outfits where for
dominatrixes.

The foundation layer was perhaps the hardest part to put on, and
the one I feared wearing the most. If the wearer had been a female
it would have been much easier, but since I was male it required
a bit more. I had to wear special underwear, padded not only to fake
a proper female curve but it involved a padded area my male parts
had to fit into. Needless to say it wasn't the most comfortable
garment, but it was child's play in comparison to the corset I
endured. Another integral part in the illusion, but damm was it
tight. I really have to respect women who wear corsets, it takes
a lot to just breath in one! An inflatable bra and a padded body
suit filled out the rest of the foundation. What came next was a
full latex catsuit, in case your wondering that means a complete
covering from the neck down, only hands and feet uncovered. To say
the outfit was very hot is an understatement. The air conditioning
in the room where I dressed was turned up to full blast to keep me
from over heating, and the costume was yet to be finished. Boots
that reached to my thighs came next with 6 inch spike heels. For
weeks before I'd learned to stand and walk in heels, and as I'm sure
ladies who have worn them can say it's not comfy! The gloves came
next, shoulder high ones, still stiff like new. Another corset over
top of that, thankfully one just for looks, though I don't think it
could have done more. This alone would have made a award winning
costume, but to portray my persona right I needed to add another
element. Considering how hard it was to get the rest on the furry
elements where cake. I'd designed a mask but in the end makeup made
up most of the vixenish face I wore. A open face hood with fake fox
ears, fur and white hair all attached. A prosthetic muzzle, face
paint and special lenses finished my mask. Finishing it off with a
tail glued on to where it would be and a fake gold ring used to
indicate a tail base and the transformation completed.

For as hard as my suit was to put on my friend had it easy, a
pretty standard fox fursuit with a mask set up similar to mine, a
collar and leash. Though he was roasting with in it I was in a much
worse place. Latex of course does not breath, it's greatest
downfall. Combine the padded suit I wore and the corset and I was
not the most mobile person. I had to take little baby steps, which
thankfully gave me and external look of regality, but resulted
from the constriction of the corset and towering on the high heels.
Lucky the convention hall was extremely close. But most of my time
at the actual con I spent sitting down sucking liquids though a straw
to keep from dehydration. I was admired by those who saw me, and
several furry artists took it upon them selves to sketch me. The
illusion of feminism was better than I hoped, many people where
fooled, and utterly shocked when I reveled I was male under all that
latex. The attention felt very nice, though I could say little and
wasn't able to make the rounds. I conceded that the next day of the
con I would come un costumed, so I might visit the booths and do some
shopping. My friend how ever wandered off several times, though
I was more than attended to. He did bring me back some food and
toothpicks, the only way to eat in the mask, and he bought me a
pokemon plush, a cute nidorina that was full size, apparently
someone was selling home made full size pokemon plushes, and they
where every where.

I was lead into the main hall where the costume judging would
be made. The owner of the con walked on stage and said something
I don't fully remember. He was dressed like a native American and had
a unusual mask, it looked rather like a bird. As a sort of official
opening to the costume contest he put on the mask, and all hell broke
loose. I can't remember much, all I really recall was sudden
screaming and how badly it hurt my ears, that and my plush starting
to squirm. I don't know how but I was stuck in the head and blacked
out.

I work up with a slight head ache, and strangely enough in my
room. I looked around and was greeted by a bizarre sight. I was
laying on the bed and when I looked forward I was staring at a
blunted blue snout and bright green eyes.

"Nina! Nidorina!" what ever it was said, and I realized I had a
real flesh and blood pokemon sitting on my chest, squishing my boobs.

The instant I though it was squishing my boobs I realized,
I had breasts! Not the inflatable kind by real flesh breasts.
I sat up and found the pokemon sitting between my legs, my rubber
clad legs. I quickly got up and went to the mirror. What stared
back was a vixen in a very form fitting black rubber outfit. I
figured I must be going nuts, I must have over heated and blacked
out.

"Mistress are you alright?" I heard a voice call out and turned
to see a male red fox morph standing their looking concerned.

"I think I'm going nuts! This can't be real!" I said, finding
my voice a breathy and sexy one.

"I'm afraid it is, mistress. And we aren't alone" he replied.
"Everyone in costume was effected, and I mean everyone. We have
monsters, demons, aliens and superheros running around, mistress."

"Why do you keep calling me, mistress?" I asked, still not quite
buying it all.

"I can't seem to call you anything else, mistress." he replied.
"I fact I can't even remember what your name was before this started,
or what mine was! I'm really afraid, mistress!"

I tried to think but it was like all my life had come and gone
in a instant. I stilled remembered parts, and general knowledge,
many recent memories. But somehow everything was anonymous.
Who I'd been was gone, who my friend was too. I remembered I had a
life before, and was male, but so much was gone, almost all specifics
where gone. I remembered when I lived, but not who lived there!

"I am too slave.." I said, realized I'd added slave as almost
a reflex.

"I think we are perhaps slipping into out personas, mistress."
he said.

"And what about her?" I indicated the nidorina.

"She seems content to stay with us, mistress." Slave said. "Many
people who had the pokemon plushes now have actual pokemon."

"Oh man, this Christmas is ganna be hell on parents!" I said
chuckling.

"I think I pity all the pikachus, poor things will be tortured."
Slave said.

"What happened at the contest, any clues?" I asked.

"None, mistress, no one is quite sure." Slave said. "Chaos is
wide spread, we were lucky you only had a concussion, mistress.
The hotel is probably going to get quarantined soon. It might be
best to go."

"Go where Slave?" I asked. "For one thing we don't even know who
we where. Second we attract a lot of attention."

"I'm not sure." Slave said. "but staying here is a bad idea
mistress."

"Your right.." I agreed. "But where can we go?"

"Leave it to me." Slave said. "I will figure something out
mistress."

Then my stomach growled, I was a hungry vixen it seemed.

Because the hotel was too small a buffet has been set up in the
conventional hall. It was amazing to see, creatures and characters
of every size description and color where about. Fantasy characters,
cartoon characters, superheros, aliens, the list was endless.
Naturally I attracted extra attention, furries where not uncommon
but females walking around in latex where. I hadn't even felt hot in
my suit, I surmised that it wasn't ordinary latex anymore, after all
I seemed to recall my persona had a suit that was able to "breath"
unlike real rubber. I decided that I would have to sell at least
part of my suit, breathable latex would be quite a scientific
find. I moved quite naturally, sashaying across the floor, getting
stares from male and female beings alike. I saw many interesting
things, a Zerg Hydralisk sitting down to eat with "Alien" alien.
Cops trying and failing to corral pokemon outside, ecological
damage would surely result from the introduction of such foreign
creatures. I smiled inwardly when I saw what looked like the Ninja
Turtles, fighting over a pizza. I blinked when I saw what looked
like a generic transformer robot discussing something with a Cylon.
How many of them where lost in there characters like me? How many
where less lost in them? How many completely lost in them?

Slave had already picked a table for us and insisted on serving
me "I'm here to server all your needs, mistress." he had said. The
conversation mostly consisted of him telling me of the more unusual
event's I'd missed. The man dressed like Barney the dinosaur going
insane, and who could really blame him? The meeting that an apparent
Iron Man had called of all the super hero's. Just as the story
finished someone burst into the room.

"I am Dr. Albert Wily!" an old man grey haired man in a white
lab coat said. "And I am taking over this room!"

I saw what could only be descried as a humanoid lighter and a
man with sheers on his head follow the self proclaimed Dr. Wily. I
recognized them as Heatman and Cutman, two of the Robot Masters
from the Megaman games, also where Wily was from. The meeting of
hero's was going on right then and apparently Wily took that as an
opportunity. It looked as though things would get ugly until a blast
of energy struck Cutman and knocked him out. I saw three shapes,
all blue, run in and knock out both Heatman and Dr. Wily. When the
commotion died down I saw no less than 3 different Megamen, though
I could see the 3rd was actually Megaman X(A sort of super Megaman,
luckily these three had been hunting Wily and hadn't gone to the
meeting. Afterwards everyone went back to eating. My new Nidorina
seemed contented too, eating what ever scraps she was given.

I returned to my room, I had decided that walking around my
latex costume would attract more attention than I needed. I also
suggested to Slave, which he accepted as his name and position,
that he wear some clothes. When I stripped I found the majority
of my fur was extremely short, so short that it didn't hinder my
wearing of the latex. I searched through my bags and took out a
pretty unisex T-shirt and pair of shorts. I cut a hole in the shorts
and proceeded to get dressed. However, once I had the clothes on
something amazing happened, they changed. The shirt seemed to melt
and eventually transformed into a skin tight crimson latex top, the
shorts did the same changing into a pair of latex hot pants. I
looked over at Slave, nothing happened when he dressed. I removed
the new clothes, half expecting them to revert, which remained
in their altered forms. I tried on a green sweater and got to watch
it morph into an emerald latex long sleeve leotard. I tried on a
pair of tennis shoes and they morphed into a pair of ankle boots with
6 inch heels. I kept trying clothes on and time and time again they
changed, transforming into some latex garment, all the shoes I wore
turning to various boots always with 6 inch heels. I realized
that Latex Vixen always wore latex, and now that I had become her all
I could wear was latex. What ever transformed me made sure
everything I wore was some form or latex. Happily I at lest didn't
have to shower in latex, I could be nude and clothes would not
spontaneously appear on me. Slave gave up his collar so I could
leash Nina, my new nidorina.
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Checkpoint 2

2009-09-04T03:31:39Z

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[[Category:Story]] [[Category:Xanadu]] [[Category:Sdw]]
{{byline|author=Sdw|user=Sdw}}
{{universe|Xanadu}}

"You are free to go, next..."

Knock knock.

"Come in. Name, and what's happened to you..."

"I'm Sandra Levine, and nothing happened to me, I'm fine."

"Sandra, you would believe what I've seen here today, they are all around here, and I'm not for one second about to buy that story, unless the medical doctor in the next room gives you a full medical examination. So, what's it to be because there's a hundred more people I have to see before I go off shift" the soldier replied.

Sandra did, on initial inspection, look fine. Her long hair framed an oval face with symmetry and beauty, her slender arms ended in long fingers with shaped and polished nails, she looked comfortable in the cozy yet shapeless long fleece and long elasticated hippy skirt, and had ordinary leather boots on her feet. She walked into the office fine, and yet those last two word she said, they were a telltale sign of covering something up. The soldier stayed quiet.

"Nothing, really, nothing happened." Her words were said, but the flick of her eyes, the slight raise of a brow as she said it confirmed to the soldier that there was more to find out.

"Sandra, Sandra Levine..." the soldier looked through some lists until he found her "are you telling me that at the point of the event you were not wearing anything interesting? You had a pass to the 18+ area as an exhibitor and you were entirely unaffected?"

"No, there have been some changes"

"Go on, I doubt if you'll surprise me"

She paused, gathering up the courage to tell...

"Well, I was wearing a chastity harness and waiting backstage to go on when it happened, and I thought that nothing had happened to me because there was so much chaos and running and people screaming and I seemed fine so I helped some others and it was only when I got to my room when I found out what had happened to me."

She took her fleece over her head and exposed her torso - which looked entirely unchanged, and most distracting to the soldier. Then she lifted her hippy boho skirt over something and stepped out of it, and standing naked to her boots it was obvious what had happened.

"I was wearing a steel chastity belt with a fitting for a dildo, and I must have thought this was a good idea at the time, but I'm not sure it is any more."

Rising from her mound was a male penis, now stiffening to full potential. As she lifted it up and against her belly, a steel guard could be seen. The soldier had reached for a standard pad and was taking notes.

"Does the penis ejaculate?"

"No."

"And do you have access to your original parts?"

"Yes, look - I can think the lock open, and..."

There was a click. She bent down and unfolded the cage between her legs, and she turned round to show the soldier the hinge that came out of her spine. She unhooked the back of the belt from the hinge and removed it.

"And why don't you just take the chastity part off?" He guessed the answer before asking the question.

"Because if I leave it off for more than about 30 minutes my hips hurt, and I can only make it stop by putting it back on."

"And what's this about thinking the lock open?"

"I don't know - I just think it locked and it locks. I think it open and it opens. And I have complete control of this" She let the penis go and it stood out erect. "I'm thinking it down." Indeed, it went down to flaccid. She fumbled with the hinge and brought the cover back between her legs, pushed it home and again there was a click. "No one can get in without me thinking I should let them, which I think it actually rather good." She smiled to him and wriggled her hips.

"But I'm really not sure about this" she said, pointing to the now flaccid penis hanging down over the front of the cage. "I don't know what to do with it, 'cos I'm not at all, in any way gay."

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