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Sunlight streamed over the building’s profile across the street and into the room through half closed blinds. The slatted light bending over the piles of wrinkling clothes and the second hand side-table where a pink smart-phone rested. Upon the bed lay a curled figure completely enclosed in light sheets. The figure was entirely unaware of the time of day as it continued to sleep fitfully.

As early-morning became late-morning the ignored phone once again sparks to life. A three second clip of a long forgotten pop-song played announcing an incoming call. The song plays four times before falling silent. The figure stirs again, rolling about and a hand soon emerges, searching. A few seconds of silence pass then the phone pulses a heartbeat of vibrations to alert a voice-mail message.

The figure under the covers rolled over not breaking from the warm envelope it occupied. The oversized covers spilled over the side of the bed knocking an empty garbage can wobbling across the floor. Its clattering movement soon dies back to silence as the figure relaxes once again. Slowly time ticks by. The room grows warmer as the sunlight crawls over sheets, floor and walls.

A loud buzzing came from the phone trying to gain attention for the text message it delivered. The offending noise echoed slightly in the otherwise empty room. The bare white walls, now glowing from the golden light of dawn, showed nothing of interest. Not a poster nor a print, nor photo, painting or plant, marred the plain interior of the room. A dusty floor, strew with discarded socks or girlish ephemera marked the foundation of a life completely unsorted. The owner of the room choosing to spend its time outside of the room rather than devoting the few minutes to clean and tidy it. The body choosing to live life rather than spend time to post memories on the wall.

There is a huff of air and a groan of pain before the covers are finally rolled down exposing a face to the bright room. Eyes squint and close in pain as fingers rub and knead at puffy swollen lids. The free hand moves more assuredly to find the phone. In a practised motion as the first real action done everyday, her fingers traced a curly path unlocking the phone. Tired, sleepy eyes squinting to read the list of notifications. One missed call, one voice message, one text message from Kim. Nothing more. Social butterflies were quite this morning, with no new updates to various sites. The craziness of last night would make its way online slowly as the participants awoke from well deserved hangovers.

The young woman in the bed slowly chose which item to pursue through a cloudy mind. The phone number was from one that she could not place at the moment so the voice message could wait. Tapping the box for the text, best-friend forever Kim’s chipper voice was all but echoing in her ears as she read.

“Wake-up Sleepy-head! Big day ahead”

Camomile, groaned. She hated how her friend could possibly have this much energy after last night. Cammy tried to think how many drinks she had taken. Counting was more difficult than it should have been. She lost count around six. The last one she remembered was electric blue and slushy served in a martini glass. Flipping over to her gallery, Camomile found a blurry pic of something with fruit balanced on the rim but the photo was too dark to make out anything more. There was one pic with smoky, silhouetted bodies wreathed in streaks of light. They seemed to be frozen in a dance to unknown music. A quick flick of a finger and she searching her music track identification app. Past searches showed nothing she could use to identify tunes.

As Cammy pulled herself to a seated position she noted that she had at least been able to change dress to her sleeping clothes. Looking toward the door she could see the silver sequinned skirt crumpled on the floor. A shear black, nylon top was bunched up tight on her dresser where the pantie drawer rested open. When worn the top was one of her favourites. It clung tight to her body but was soft on her skin. Its cut showed off her taught tummy while the long sleeves would keep her warm in cool bars. She loved the way it modestly covered her chest but the sheerness allowed the for a bit of cleavage and maybe a sexy nipple to be glimpsed. Right now, crumpled as it was, she could care less.

She winced from the pain in her head. She did not remember. There were no fragments of memory of dressing, or undressing. None of climbing the long flights of stairs to her third floor flat. No recollections of taxis or busses. Or even leaving that first bar. Just a blank space of time between the blue martini drink and her overly warm bed being dressed in white-cotton bed-clothes.

A few swipes of her fingers and she was posting on her social sites.

“Can ANYONE, not as drunk as me, remind me what I did last night? #winning #yolo #hangoverfromhell”

Cammy’s phone blinked as it uploaded the message. She sat still trying to make the room stop spinning. In a minute she would have to get up and grab some water. For now she was content to wait for a response from the wider world as he phone dimmed and went back to sleep.

She continued to stare at her reflection. Even in the smeared and dusty glass screen she could see the deep bags under her eyes. The sleepy lids and smeared eyeshadow making her seem even more tired. Her hair was a mess. The short bob of pale blonde hair, normally kept so neatly combed and gelled had become mussed and spiked from the pillow. She used her fingers to try and bring some semblance of order to her image.

It was then that she felt something in her hair that sent a chill down her spine. Solid but pliable, they folded and flapped under her fingers. When she let go they flipped back into shape. Cammy traced her fingers around the edge to determine what they could be. There were two, on opposite sides of her head, right over her ears. With her finger she found where the smooth rubbery material attached to her skin and they had completely covered her ears. With the phone she could not quite make out what these things looked like. She had to find out.

Leaping out of the bed, Cammy slumped over to the dress where a mirror stood. As she stood her world spun and her vision went blurry for a few seconds. She blinked to clear her eyes. Rubbing them with her fingers she tried to brush the encrusted tears from her lashes. When her eyes could focus again she could see them. Two black, shiny rubber animal shaped ears were protruding from her head. Her pixie locks curled around the ears, framing the rubbery additions as if they belonged there. Her fingers, again traced the patch of skin coated in black rubber. Her ears, her normal ears were missing or subsumed by the new ones. She tried to tug on the pony-shaped ears to tear them off. While they deformed at her tugs they would bounce right back into shape when she left them.

There was something more; a collar about her neck. It was a simple ring of shiny plastic material, lavender in colour with a metal ring hanging from the centre position. It was a wide ribbon of purple tight against her skin but as thin as card-stock. Cammy could work her finger below the necklace but it resisted stretching. Feeling around the back she could not find a clasp or a seam. The collar was a perfect circle. Only the metal ring attached by a loop to the front broke its uniformity. Her fingers looped through the ring and pulled hard. The collar creaked and stretched a little further from her skin then made a popping sound. She relaxed her grip and the collar slowly pulled back into shape. And then it shrank.

Now tight against her skin it all but choked at her neck. Camomile’s heart pounded. Her fingers clutched and clawed at the collar but she could not find a ridge to peal it away from her skin. She tugged on the ring again, but gently. The collar did not move this time. Pulling on the metal ring was like tugging on a loop through a pierced ear. Fearing pain she let it be. Placing both hands on the dresser top, she tried to calm her nerves. The adrenaline was waining and she felt weak in her legs. She scooped up her phone and slowly made her way to the bathroom on wobbly knees.

“OMFG! What kind of sick ass glues pony ears to someone?”

With that text sent she was able to relax a little. The shock had lessened. What Cammy needed now was a solution to deal with them. Seated on the toilet, she could just see her face in the bathroom mirror. The ears seemed comically large, sticking out from her head. She turned her head this way and that to watch as the light glinted off the shiny surface. She found it almost calming.

There was a jingle from the phone as it lay by the sink. A text, and she hoped a response to her posts. Cammy finished up and twisting around to wipe she thought she saw something new. She had caught a glint of black dow her back. Rushing to the mirror she pulled up her shirt and twisted as best she could. There was a pool of black shiny rubber stuck just above her bum. Cammy traced its edge as best she could and her hand soon slid along a streak directly up her spine. Flipping her arm around the other way she reached down from her neck. She could feel a patch of smooth rubber attaching the two ears and running down between her shoulder blades. She could not imagine how she had not felt it before now, but the situation had become worse than before.

Cammy flipped on the screen to her phone. A new text message from Kim blinked. She swiped her finger over the screen and pulled up the message.

“Pony ears, huh? I wasn’t expecting that.”

“Kim, you were there. Where did we go after that first bar? I don’t remember a thing!” Camomile’s practiced fingers could tap and swipe a text message in no time. Almost as fast as talking it was sent. As she waited for a reply she went back to trying to find how much of her back was covered in rubber.

Soon Kim responded, “You don’t remember those two hot guys? You took their pic. We went cross-town to that hole in the wall. The kinky-bar.”

Cammy read the message puzzled. A kink-bar? She was not sure what would have made her go there. Not even for the hottest pair of guys. She checked her photo gallery again. Flipping through the last dozen photos showed nothing clear enough to see after the one with the blue drink. Cammy opened her banking app to check her transactions. Maybe she could find the name of the place in her debits. Nothing. She flipped back to Kim. “I don’t have any pics. Don’t remember a kinkbar. Got a name? And where did these ears come from?”

Cammy took out a brush and tried to make her hair behave. The long pony-ears flopped about under her wrist and generally got in the way. When her hair was somewhat better looking she used a cloth to remove the smeared makeup.

“What ears? Show me.” Kim sent back after a few minutes.

Cammy groaned, it would kill her data to start sending images by text. But if Kim could help her it would be worth it. Holding up the phone to mirror she took a shot. “On it’s way. Promise not send it to anyone else.”

She waited a long moment as the data was sent. Walking out into the hall she found her left shoe discarded against the wall. She tossed it into her room. Down the short hall into the small galley kitchen she found her purse on the counter where she would not have left it. Opening and searching for coaster or receipt from last night produced nothing. No sign of where she had been last night. Also she could not find her keys.

Her phone buzzed in her hand. “OMG Cute! Where did you get them? You look adorbs. I want some.”

“Not cool. I want them off. I don’t know where I got them. Help, me! I got work this evening. Can’t go looking like this.”

“Have you tried pulling them off?”

“Yes. They hurt a bit.” Cammy wandered about the large room of her apartment looking for her errant keys or right shoe. At Kim’s suggestion she found her hand drifting up to her head. She fiddled and tugged lightly at the rubber ears. They indeed felt a little painful to pull. As if she were tugging on her actual ears. Cammy bent down to look under the table. She found her right heel. When she stood back up her sleep-short had slipped low on her hips. Cammy pulled up the waist elastic as she wiggled her way back to the bedroom. As she went she texted again, “Also I have this choker necklace that won’t come off.”

A reply came a second later. “Pull harder, silly. Wait what necklace? Oh I see it now. Looks sexy on you. Some girls had those last night did you notice?”

“No? Were they at that club? I must have been super drunk. Did you get one?”

“They were handing them out at the door? Mine is red. I think it looks great.”

Cammy slumped on her bed. The collar was a party favour at the door to some kink-club? But how did they get it on her if it had no clasp? How did she take it off? She wished her head was not so clouded right now. She knew something did not seem right about this. “Did you get ears too? How do I get the collar off? No clasp and too tight for scissors.”

“Yup! I got little kitty ears. White ones. Want to see? I took a pic before pealing them off. Take a warm shower your’s are stuck. Scrub hard.”

Cammy sighed. If she was not the only one it made her feel a little better. She could use a warm shower too. A lot of soap and steam and she was sure the little rubber patches would detach. She smiled as she replied, “Good idea! Send the pic I wanna see. Gonna take a shower, be back in 15.”

Locking her phone Camomile placed it gently on the side table. She padded about the apartment once more looking for her keys in her bare feet. She felt the waist on her shorts slipping again as she walked. She made a mental note to toss them and get some new ones soon. It was when she noticed that her dead-bolt was open that she had an inkling. She always kept the door double locked when home. Opening the door just a crack, she found the key chain dangling from the lock. Cammy felt a pang of fear as she pulled the keys free and ducked back inside. She could not remember the last time she had ever done that.

In the bathroom again she pulled the light cotton shirt over her head. The large rubber ears flopping out wide looked ridiculous to her as they slowly perked back up. She would be happy to be rid of them. As she stretched to loosen up her tight shoulder muscles she found black shiny patches on her skin. The rubber or whatever it was, covered the back of her shoulders and much of her back right down to her hips. Cammy was perplexed. She was sure that it had not been that extensive before. But unless the stuff was growing she just simply had not noticed. As she flexed and twisted she could almost not even tell that her back was coated in shiny smooth rubber. It did not bunch or stretch as she would have expected. She could not feel it pulling at her skin below either. As she looked over her shoulder she almost wondered what it would be like to wear a full dress of shiny rubber. The way it caught the light and glimmered as she moved it was almost sexy.

Almost, except for the droopy pony ears. Camomile frowned. It would have to come off. She doffed her shorts and stepped into the tub. The water warmed to steaming as she let it pelt off her rubberized back. A fine spray of water misted over her shoulders as rivulets of water rolled down her body. The warm water tickled and made her skin feel alive under the slick surface. Cammy soaped up her little poof as she started to wiggle under the massage of the shower streams.

Starting with her belly, Cammy ran the foaming soap over her body. On her hips and bottome she found more of the black rubber. She was sure it had not been there before. But as her hand slipped over the slick surface frictionlessly she at least discovered why her shorts had been falling down. She washed as much as she could with the soft poof. Letting soap suds flow down her back she could imagine the surface was now glowing in its pure solid black. She closed her eyes breathing in the warm mist and steam. Cammy could feel all her cares just seeping out her open pores.

She ran her hands down her arms feeling smooth and safe. Her fingers searched to find a line between the rubber and her skin on her hip. With a fingernail she scratched and picked at the rubber. The warmth should have been causing the rubber to peel off by now. She could not make it any hotter without risk of scalding herself. She frowned and made to shampoo her hair. The offending ears were once again in her way making her short task a little harder.

In a fit she grabbed each ear in a hand and tugged with all her might. Pain shot through her skin and her fingers slipped from the rubber. Her hands flew back to her ears to hug away the pain. She gently rubbed at the rubber skin trying to sooth the needles she felt. As she cupped her cheeks she could feel them become frictionless and smooth. No longer like wet skin but now more like the wet slick rubber of the pony ears. Cammy’s heart skipped. Her hands pulled away slowly. One hand went to her throat to grasp the ring attached to the collar. The other she used to stop the water.

Carefully she stepped from the tub. Water continued to bead and drip from her body as she stumbled to the fogged mirror. Picking up her towel she smeared away the condensed water to find her naked form staring back at her. Her face flushed and red from the sauna like shower now also sported fine tendrils of black rubber stretching over her cheeks. Her fingers clawed at the threads but could not stop their progress. Soon her cheeks and jaw line were shiny and black, flawless rubber. She could not breath, could not speak. Her throat, right down to the purple collar was solid black. Below the collar dow to her breasts she could see the skin had turned shiny and was fading to black. The rubber was spreading.

Cammy stumbled back from the mirror looking over her body. The rubber had moved over her shoulders and was stretching down her right arm. The change slowed to a stop around her elbow while on the left she found the shiny skin had reached down to her forearm. On her torso, she found that the rubber had curled around her ribs and was encroaching on her belly button from both sides. Her bum had become totally black and seemed rounder in the glinting light. The rubber had even started to run down her legs. Although it had stopped now, Cammy feared that it was unlikely to come off now.

She rushed out of the steaming room into the cool sun-bathed bedroom. She scooped up her phone with wet fingers and tried her best to unlock the screen. The water leaving streaks made it impossible for her to enter her code. The phone beeped and buzzed letting her know that it might be getting wet so she dropped it on the sheets. Grabbing anything absorbent nearby, Cammy did her best to dry off. As she rubbed and touched at the rubber skin she could almost feel it tingle and spread more. By the time she was dry, her left hand had been full converted to black shiny rubber. And her belly button had been filled in also.

She pulled out a pair of simple pink panties from her drawer and slipped them up. Her legs were black down to her knees and she shuddered to note that her pelvis and crotch were slick black rubber completely. She decided to hid this for now and pulled the panties tight over her hips. The panties fit poorly around her rounded bottom. Cammy suspected it had swollen or grown a little. The elastic waist-band could find little friction on her skin and continued to sag low down her hips. Pulling them up hard she found them also being caught on something. Twisting around she found a new addition. Sprouting from a spot just above her bum fine stands of plastic looking hair were growing slowly into a purple tail.

Camomile froze, letting the panties slide off her hips until they fell down her legs. She considered her left hand. Completely coated in rubber she fiddled her fingers finding that her fingers seemed to want to stick together. She spread her fingers wide and they creaked at rippled like she wore a rubber glove. But one that was closer than skin tight. She made a fist and could feel her fingers locking tight together. She tried to stretch her hand open again. Her fingers would not spread and there felt like tight elastics were pulling her hand closed again. She strained to keep her fingers open but slowly they closed all on their own. She relaxed and tried to open her hand again. It was too tightly curled and she could only manage it halfway before the rubber snapped it back into a fist.

Her phone buzzed again; a new message. Cammy reached out with her left to find it unable to pick it up. She used her right hand to unlock the screen and placed it on the dresser. Kim had been texting her multiple times.

“Here is the pic of me! I am a sexy shiny kitty. :3

“OK, enjoy your shower! Scrub hard!

“Hay, you there now? Take a pic if you can. I want to see you now.”

Under the first message there was a slightly blurry photo. It was of a face too close to see much else. The face glistened being coated in white rubber. Two pointed cat ears rose behind the dark black bangs cut in a style similar to how Kim wore them. Her nose was dabbed with a little triangle of pink rubber. Below that, lips shaped like Kim’s pouted large and shiny red like they too had been coated in rubber. Just visible below her chin, Cammy could see a tight, red rubber collar with a little brass name tag affixed to the centre. The eyes, though, were Kim’s. They were the same grey-blue speckled with light green. Kim was coated in rubber, in the same way that Camomile was becoming.

With short breaths, Cammy slowly tapped at the screen. She could see the rubber had spread down to the back of her right hand. “Kim? Is that really you? The rubber did not come off. It only spread all over. I think it is making me into a pony.”

Cammy looked at her left hand. The rubber had coated and merged her fingers even more now. She tried to wiggle her fingers at all and could do nothing. Slowly she felt she see it forming into a round soft looking hoof. She slammed it against the counter top and felt it bounce harmlessly. She rubbed it up her side trying in vain to pull her panties up at all. Her round useless hand simply slid over her rubber thigh. Cammy’s body felt so slick. She squeezed her thighs against each other and they slipped apart again. The tight skin barely giving a nod to friction. Her hips and bum wiggled as he knees went weak. Her rubber body quivered in delight as the black skin crawled down to her feet.

Her phone buzzed again. “Yeah, it’s me. It feels sooo good. Has it covered you down there yet? Try rubbing it.”

Camomile caught her own reflection in the mirror. Was her friend really suggesting she frig herself in this state. Cammy considered that she might be losing her mind. She could see the rubber spreading over more of her face. Her forehead was almost gone. and her lips were surrounded. Cammy stuck her tongue out and licked her lips. She could feel them plumping into a kissable pout as they turned to a light purple. Pulling her tongue back she felt her mouth close before hanging ever so slightly agape. Her lips tingled and she could feel her own breath wafting over her now super sensitive mouth. She tried to smile and her rubber lips fought her. She tried to open her mouth and it stretched slowly. She relaxed and it reformed into a soft kiss-inviting mouth. She wanted to kiss someone with this mouth. She felt her tongue go slick and rubbery.

“Kim? No. … Feels … too good.” Cammy tried to talk and it came out as a soft whisper. Her voice had become as sexy as her rubber body.

Transfixed by her rubber mouth she did not see her rounded left hand stroking her bare breast. Slowly as she pawed at her chest the rubber spread coating her little mounds. The rubber skin helped to lift and hold her breasts tightly making them perky and small handfuls. If she still had hands. As the rubber coated her stiff nipples they turned a light purple colour to match her lips and collar. As they swelled in excitement they were frozen in rubber. Like her lips they were now more sensitive than before. A small moan passed her frozen lips in all but a whisper.

In the minute that had passed, her phone had locked again. She made to tap in her code but her right hand no longer had fingers. They had merged flat as a flipper in black rubber. She tapped lightly with the very tip of her longest finger and the phone reluctantly registered her taps. The latex seemed to thicken as she taped out a message making it harder and harder to strike the correct letter. Cammy hit send and her hand curled up tight into a fist.

“Not kim. How do i gett out. feeels good. make its toop.”

The message went out into the air for all the good it would do her. Cammy tried to un-curl her right hand and it stretched inside a coating of rubber before folding uptight in a hoof. She thought about brushing the phone to the floor and using a toe to call for help. She took a step back and found her feet pulled into high arched heels. She been stroking her leg with her opposite foot as the rubber had spread. Her toes were now coated in rubber and being merged into a round rubber hooves. Cammy stomped her feet making little squeaky clop sounds on the hard floor.

Her nose was still skin though. Camomile leaned over to touch her nose to the tiny screen. Unable to see where she was tapping she blindly made contact with the long neglected voice message. It automatically played on speaker.

“Cam? It’s Kim. Wake up! If you have a collar around your neck, get some scissors or knife or something. Cut it off fast. Don’t try to pull it off or stretch it. It shrinks when you touch it. If you already have ears don’t touch them. Don’t rub them either. They feel too good. I’ve got cat ears and they won’t come off. Oh gosh, I can feel my lips turning to rubber. Cammy? Just wake the hell up for once. Can you … hear me?” Kim’s frantic voice faded out. Cammy could hear a few more moments of light moans and something like rubber squeaking over rubber. Then the call ended.

A new message blinked onto the screen. “No, I am not actually Kim. She has not been able to text all morning. But she is smiling. I hope you left the door unlocked. Someone will be by to pick you up soon.”

Camomile tried to tap with her nose but the rubber had coated it as she listened. Her phone slowly dimmed and went to sleep. When she nudged it to life again the lock screen was in place. Nothing on Camomile was conductive enough to move the slider. Her phone was dead to her.

She looked up to her image in the mirror. A glistening black and purple rubber form looked back at her. She sighed lightly letting her pursed mouth flex in frustration. Her eyebrows arched. Cammy let her rounded useless hands slide over her body looking for any bit of her left alone. She thought she could even see a bit of purple hair growing into her blonde pixie-cut. As she slowly swayed her hips the panties she barely wore slipped over her thighs and dropped to the ground. Something tickled at the back of her knees. A long, puffy, purple tail swayed along with her hips. Its light touch tickling her bottom and thighs. A sexy pony, complete with tail.

Cammy stumbled backward on unsteady rubber toes until she flopped onto the bed. Her sensitive rubber skin tingled as she squirmed on soft sheets. Her whole body awash with delight. A rubber hoof found its way between the slick, latex thighs. It stroked at a rubber coated mound sending electric sparks around her body. Tiny moans of delight squeaked passed her rubber mouth. Try as she might, a round rubber hoof was not dexterous enough to do anything but build up a fantastic need in the rubber pony girl.

Down the hall there was a rattle of a knob. The door shook against the dead-bolt. There was a quite knock. A few dozen seconds later a buzz at her useless phone.

Camomile sat up on the bed. She was a hot, squeaking, shiny rubber mess. In the mirror she could see her eyes were lidded in lusty desire. Her little mouth was aching for someone to kiss them. Her stiff little nipples on round bouncing breasts. Around her neck was the tight little collar as tight as skin with a large, shiny metal ring ready for a lead to take her away. And all it would take was one little touch on the door latch to unlock her future as a rubber toy.

Camomile rolled out of bed. She did not need fingers to do that