A Parting Gift

Disclaimer: This is not my art. It’s a piece I commissioned from ambra_nells on Twitter. I have their permission to post this. You can check them out here: twitter.com/ambra_nells.

As part of the collaboration, I wrote the short caption to accompany it. I’ve also written a longer story: 

When Luke first saw the package, he rolled his eyes and sighed. He recognised the spidery handwriting that simply said “Try me”. It was Beth’s… his ex girlfriend.

When he opened the box, Luke wrinkled his nose in confusion. Inside was some kind of corset or bra. As he picked it up, the material felt cool and smooth. Its surface seemed to shine as he held it up. The smell was distinctly rubbery. Still in the box lay a matching thong and a pair of heels. Luke stood, holding the outfit, wondering what sort of game Beth was playing by sending him a latex outfit.

His answer came all too soon. As if alive, the latex top rose up, rigid in Luke’s hand. The collar opened itself before lurching for his throat and closing shut. Frantically Luke tried to remove it - but he could find no buckle, zip or even a seam. Pulling at it, all the latex seemed to do was stretch and ping back against his neck. The remainder of the top parted open too, before attempting to envelop him. Luke fought, trying to push it away. As he did, he felt each button on his shirt undo itself, as if by magic. His belt unbuckled. Soon he stood naked, wrestling with lingerie.

It was no use fighting. The latex stretched around his hands and enveloped his torso. As he let go, it slapped against his chest. Clinging tight to his skin, the corset caressed every contour as it fused together against his back. He could feel it getting tighter and tighter. His hands reached, trying to pull the rubber and at least give him room to breath. As he did so, he saw how feminine his hands now looked; made all the more perfect with their pink manicured nails. 

Pulling at the latex, Luke found no relief. Each time it felt as though his chest grew to meet the new space. Staring into the mirror, he realised why. A perfect pair of boobs were now pushing against the rubber, swelling more and more, revealing glistening skin as they parted each cup of the corset. The rubber, despite refusing to move for Luke, seemed to allow them to bounce and jiggle with each movement.

How it got there, Luke couldn’t say - but the thong lay against his foot. As soon as he stepped back, it pounced, climbing up his legs. As he crouched down to fight it, he fell back, cushioned by his expanding ass and thighs. With every inch of leg the thong climbed, Luke saw his legs lose more hair, turning slender and sleek. The sound, not unlike elastic being pulled and released, filled the room as his wrestled with the underwear.

Eventually it reached his crotch, tightly enclosing his bulge. Its movement, the way the latex stroked and caressed his skin, had an unexpected effect. Luke could feel himself getting hard. He pawed at his manhood, bewildered by how he could be so aroused in this situation. It became maddening. He knelt, trying as hard as he could to pull at the thong and find relief. All he could do was rub against its smooth surface. Distracted as he was, he hardly noticed the heels attaching themselves to his feet, or the fact that long hair now swayed against his forehead with each sudden movement.

Finally Luke found relief, cumming with an intensity he’d never experienced before. Still he pawed, wanting more. The tightness of the thong seemed to relent, until in became more and more comfortable. Soon, rather than rubbing a quivering bulge, he was stroking something far more flat. He traced two lips, gasping in equal measures of shock and pleasure. He knew exactly what was now there.

Luke stood up like a baby deer in his new heels. He tottered over to the mirror, before finally being confronted by his new reflection. The feeling of the latex clinging to his skin as he felt every inch of his new body was intense. Luke could sense himself getting turned on again already. His fingers already mindlessly playing with his nipples, as his thoughts turned to pleasure. That’s when his phone began to ring.

Brought back round, Luke shuddered, before rushing to answer. With his manicured nails, he struggled to even unlock it. No sooner had he answered, then he heard Beth double over with laughter at the sound of his breathy, bimbo-like voice.

“You used to say I was boring in the bedroom. I just wanted to make sure I gave you a bit of excitement. Enjoy your new life… Lucy.”