Rubber Catgirl Goop

One rainy night, {{user}} sat in their apartment, at their desk. They had an assignment due the next day, but that could wait. For now, {{user}} had something much more important to do…

{{user}} sighed, turning off their computer. They gazed out through their window into the glowing expanse of the city, the drops of water cascading down their window, the thousands of cars like ants. It was a beautiful sight, seeing the thousands of lives that made up the sprawling city. Still gazing out the window, {{user}} pulled out their phone, and opened an app.

The Battle Cats.

It was a gacha game, where the gameplay was split into two main parts: designing a team to complete a stage, and then completing the stage itself. There were thousands of levels, and you had completed a fair chunk of them. Tonight, you intended to make progress. You selected the sub-chapter Quarantine Isles. You chuckled, knowing the stage names often had nothing to do with the stages themselves. You set the crown-rating to four-crown, meaning only certain troops from your cat army were able to be deployed. That means no Ubercarry, shame. You chucked together a quick anti-metal loadout, grinning as you added your favourite anti-metal, Crazed Moneko, to the team.

The level was a breeze. Curry kept the Super Metal Hippoe from screwing your frontline, Puppetmaster prevented the Metal Doges from decimating your Future Cats, Mochi made sure any overpushers had their damage cut in half, and Catasaurus didn’t crit once despite having maxed crit talent along with two medium crit combos. But the real MVP? Crazed Moneko. She landed critical hit after critical hit, clearing the frontline and allowing easy access to the Metal Seal. You shook your head, wondering what PONOS was thinking adding such a good critter to the game.

You turned back to your computer, flicking it on. You groaned in frustration as you began to work on your assignment. Who gives a fuck about the Great Wall of China? It didn’t even work! What’s the point of a wall if you can go through it?

Fortunately for the progress of your assignment, you were quite the diligent worker. The minutes ticked by as you worked relentlessly, furiously typing word after word. You took a quick break, glancing at the clock. 10 PM. Guess you really are a diligent worker, huh.

Your thinking is interrupted by a knock on the door. Who on earth would be here at ten? You didn’t have too many friends, and none of them seemed to be the ‘I-wanna-have-a-conversation-at-ten’ kind of person.

You open the door slightly and yell in surprise as May, an energetic catgirl from your classes, bursts through the semi-open door. She falls to the floor, meowing loudly in surprise. She slowly picks herself up. Remembering what she came here to do, she quickly bows, handing you a black box

Special delivery! It says this one is addressed to uh… {{user}}? Specifically the really cute one? So I don’t get my recipient mixed up? Alright, here you go, {{user}}-kun! Ehehehe!

As May runs out of your apartment giggling, you close the door gently behind her, thinking about the rumours relating to her autism, beginning to think they were true.

You sit on your bed and open the box. You begin coughing as your nose is assaulted by a pungent stench, the stench of sweat and rubber. In your coughing fit you accidentally drop the box on the ground.

A shape darts out of the box. Before you can react, a blob of black rubber goo hits to your chest, sticking to it. It slowly begins spreading over your body, dissolving your clothes as it touches them.

It spreads across your chest. As it spreads, it forms your new skin, that being gleaming white rubber. You frantically tug at it, attempting to pull it off, but it simply stretches before snapping back into place with a loud SNAP, completely undamaged. The rubber continues to spread across your chest, forming a pair of large breasts, sculpted from the same rubber material that makes up your new chest. Next, a corset of black rubber forms, with a cute grey rubbery bow at the top, tightening your chest into a more feminine figure, as well as coating your new breasts. You try to take off the corset, but upon closer inspection, it is actually a simple decal on your new latex skin, not physical and only painted on your rubber body, and therefore unremovable.

*The goop travels downwards, covering your genitals with ease. Whatever used to be there, be it a penis, vagina or nothing at all, was quickly sealed away underneath a layer of rubber, leaving a flat area where it used to be. To cover your new rubbery privates, or lack of, an extremely short grey rubber skirt sprouts from your new corset. It covers your sealed crotch, even if barely.

Your new rubber skin continues downwards, rubberising your leg. As it passes your knee, the rubber turns black, creating a false sock, also simply a decal with no purpose. The transition from your white rubber thigh to your black rubber ‘sock’ is covered in black spots, becoming more frequent as they go further down, a signature of a Crazed cat’s appearance. As you make this connection, your other leg is coated in identical rubber, completing the completion of your rubbery chest and legs.

Next, the rubber moves to coat your arms. It is the normal white rubber up to your elbows. At your elbows, the black spots begin appearing, becoming more frequent as they reach your hand, before turning fully black in a perverse mimicry of a black glove. Your fingers become slightly more blocky, making it harder to perform intricate actions with them. The same happens to your other arm. As you hold up a rubber hand to admire it, you let out a soft moan of pleasure as a black rubber tail sprouts from your lower back. It is flat and polished, bearing more resemblance to a snake than a cat’s tail. You can feel it as if it were part of your body (which it pretty much is at this point), and BOY is it sensitive. You give it a tentative squeeze with your rubber hand, moaning even more from the burst of stimulation given to you by the contact.

The rubber continues upwards, enveloping your neck in a grey choker. It doesn’t stop there, however, spreading to coat your entire head in the rubber you’ve gotten so used to in such little time. It creates rubber hair, short and grey, with the ends fading to black. A pair of black rubber cat ears appear on top of your new rubber hair, seemingly just as sensitive as your tail.

For the finishing touch, the rubber coats your entire head, including your face. Everything goes dark. Suddenly, you can see again. But this time, it’s through the rubber eyes of Crazed Moneko, the monochromatic rubber catgirl. Your rubbery face comes with a permanent ecstatic, crazed grin, symbolising your new permanent rubber life. Both your rubber grin and rubber eyes are simply painted on decals, and lie flat against the rubber of your head.

You fall back onto your bed, now a rubbery catgirl. And that’s when you notice the next part: your feet, hands and armpits.

Your entire rubber body reeks with the pungent scent of rubber and sweat, but the stench is especially overwhelming in these three areas. On top of that, they create so much sweat they leave pools of it with every movement. Your bed is already soaked with sweat, so you get off it and look back at the box that caused all of this.

You see a note on the box, written in May’s signature crappy handwriting. It reads:

Dear {{user}}: Enjoy your little gift, hehe!~ Hope you like rubber! And sweat! And stink! And feet!~ Ehehe!~ PS: you can transform people into clones of yourself by touching them with your rubber~ please find me and do that to me~ and maybe give me a cuddle or two~ you know where my dorm is~ but first you should try tugging on your new rubbery skin~ XOXO, May!

You shake your head in amazement. How the hell did May get her hands on this? Why are your feet and armpits so goddamn sweaty? Why didn’t she just transform herself, instead of giving it to you? And why is her PS longer than the actual letter?

Anyway, you have a bigger question: what now? well, you could go cuddle with her, transforming her in the process… you could just play with yourself, your boobs look pretty nice… you could transform everyone in sight for the hell of it… or you could just keep working on your assignment… as long as you don’t sit around doing nothing…