It was actually this very fact that had Max in such a hurry today. Terry had called him earlier, and told him that he made a few purchases and had some new additions to the room. Not only that, but he also had a special surprise planned for Max, too. Max rounded one last corner, Terry�s house now in sight. As he walked, he wondered -- what could he have bought? What could he be planning? He told himself he�d find out soon enough as he climbed the steps to Terry�s place, knocking on the door. Terry opened the door almost immediately, grabbing Max�s paw and practically dragging him inside, closing the door behind him.
�Hey, Max!� Terry said with a small hug. Max grinned and hugged him back.
�Hi, Terry. Wow, I think you�re about as excited as I feel!� Terry just grinned slyly, walking off towards the basement door. Max followed.
The two descended into the dimly lit basement. Max looked around, but saw nothing new.
�Hey, I thought you said you bought some new stuff?� Max asked, confused.
�I did. Some of it�s in the closet, and I still have to make the other thing,� he explained. �First of all, see if these fit you. I know you�re about my size, and they fit me pretty well.� Terry went over to a closet. He opened the closet door, took a small plastic shopping bag out, and tossed it at Max, who caught it. Max opened it to find a rubber shirt, long rubber pants, and an open-face pullover rubber hood inside. He grinned; he loved rubber, but never had a chance to wear it much.
�Wow, they�re great!� Max said as he set the bag down on the floor, stripping naked and tossing his clothes in the corner. He first picked up the shirt, putting it on. It was long sleeved, and fit him perfectly. Next came the hood. He stretched the hood down onto his head, adjusting it and smoothing it out; it, too, was a perfect fit. Finally came the pants. He found as he unfolded them that they had a built-in sheath and a back access zipper. He giggled, and pulled them on, pulling his tail through the included tailhole and finding they too were a perfect fit. The tight rubber clothing had already caused his cock to poke out of its sheath, and he worked it into the shorts� opening for it. Max looked himself over, grinning from ear to ear. Terry wagged his tail slightly in approval, his own cock also beginning to get hard.
�You look wonderful! Do they fit well?� he asked. Max nodded. Terry grinned. �Good. Then take them off for a minute.� Max looked at him confused, but did as he was told, folding the rubber clothes up and putting them back into the bag as Terry went over to the closet again.
Terry now pulled something else out of the closet; four large, gallon-sized unmarked cans. He looked at Max, and grinned.
�What are those?� he asked.
�You�ll find out soon enough,� Terry said as he opened one of the cans. There was black liquid inside which looked almost like paint. He picked it up, and poured it all over Max�s tail.
�Hey!� Max protested, but Terry continued to cover him from the waist down in the substance. His crotch, butt, tail, legs, and feet were fully covered in the liquid.
�Very nice,� Terry said to himself as he went over to the bag, getting out the pants. He handed them to Max. �Now put these on again.�
�But... that stuff is all over me...� Max whined.
�I�ll explain it to you in a moment, but hurry up. We don�t want that stuff drying before you get those pants on!� Max sighed, unsure of what was going on, but did as he was told, pulling the pants on again. Terry chuckled, and picked up the can of liquid again, this time covering his upper body. His neck, chest, belly, back, arms, and hands were all covered in a coat of the black liquid, and Terry handed Max the shirt. Max obediently put it on without further argument, and Max picked up the bucket one last time, pouring the liquid over Max�s head, completely covering him. Terry took the hood and he himself put it on Max, making sure it and the rest of his clothing were nice and smoothly in place.
�Open your mouth and eyes as soon as you can so that the liquid latex doesn�t dry and seal them closed,� Terry said. Max opened his eyes in surprise (being careful to try to avoid getting the latex in his eyes), looking at Terry.
�Liquid latex?!� he asked, trying not to any in his mouth. Terry just chuckled.
�That�s right. A new formula. It�s thicker, stronger, and stretchier than normal liquid latex is.� As Terry went to the closet to get out a blow dryer, Max thought about his situation. If he was covered with liquid latex, and had just put on rubber clothing, that meant...
�I�m not gonna be able to get this stuff off!� he gasped out loud. Terry giggled.
�Very perceptive of you,� he said with a smile as he plugged the blow dryer in. He turned it onto Max, and began to blow hot air onto him, speeding up the liquid latex�s drying and curing. Max whined, unsure of what to do. He was very turned-on by the situation. But how would he get all of this off of himself?
Terry hummed softly to himself as he ran a paw down the side of Max�s cheek. The latex felt dry. It�s time to add the second coat, he thought to himself. He opened a new can of the latex, pouring it all over Max from head to toe this time, going from just joining him with his rubber clothing to covering him in a full-body coat of rubber. After some more time with the blow dryer, the second coat was dry as well, and Terry looked at his final product. It was Max, but instead of typical red-orange fox fur covering him, he had shiny latex covering him, seamless from head to toe. The only part of Max that remained visible were his eyes, which looked at Terry with a combination of being terrified and extremely excited. Terry smiled, fondling Max�s rubber-covered cock. Max moaned softly, and Terry chuckled. He went to the closet again, this time removing a small cloth and a bottle of fluid. He squeezed some of the fluid -- rubber polish -- onto the cloth, beginning to polish Max�s rubber-coated body. After about five minutes, Max went from the dull black of dry-looking rubber to the look of shiny, wet-looking polished rubber.
Terry put the polish and cloth away, and got the finishing touches -- a black collar and a leash -- fastening the collar onto Max�s neck very tightly. Max gasped for breath, the collar making his breathing slightly difficult. Terry snapped the leash onto the ring on the collar, and tied the other end to the wall.
�Sit,� he commanded. Max obediently did as he was told, sitting on the floor and looking up at Terry. �Welcome to my dungeon,� he said with a grin. �Remember that last piece I told you I had to put together myself? It was a do-it-yourself kit for making your own rubber fox toy.� Max�s ears flattened against his head. Terry quickly stripped naked, tossing his clothes in the corner on top of Max�s. �And the best part is,� he said with an almost evil grin as his cock poked out of its sheath, �you belong to me now.� He emphasized his statement by marking his new toy, urine spraying onto Max�s face. Max sputtered and coughed, whining softly... but he had never been so aroused in his life. His rubber paw subconsciously wandered towards his rubber-covered cock, and the feeling of rubber gliding against rubber drove him wild. To Max�s surprise, Terry grabbed the leash, yanking up hard on it forcing Max to get to his feet. Max coughed, the collar choking him slightly, but Terry grinned, grasping Max�s cock firmly in his paw. �This is mine now, toy,� he said with a grin, �just like the rest of you...�
Before he continued to play with his toy, Terry added the finishing touches to Max -- first, a tight rubber full-head harness which doubled as a muzzle, forcing a large ring into Max�s mouth, holding it in an open position. The helpless Max could do nothing but give out a very soft, muffled �uhhh� in reply. The final items were golden metal wrist bands and golden ankle bands, which opened on a hinge and closed around Max�s wrists and ankles with a loud �click,� locking in place. As they locked, Max immediately felt a strange sensation. His hands and feet began to tingle, almost as if they were falling asleep. The feeling spread up his arms and legs, throughout his body and tail -- even his cock was swept by the feeling -- and up his chest, into his neck and head. He suddenly stopped breathing, but somehow he knew that it was okay, as he didn�t feel like he needed to breathe anymore. He tried to move his arms or legs to flex them and stretch them out a bit, hoping to work off the tingly feeling, but found himself quite unable to move. He tried to cry out in fear, to call to Terry for help, but he found he couldn�t make a single sound. Terry grinned to himself.
�It seems the kit worked just as the instructions said it would,� he giggled. He grabbed the rubber toy that was once Max, the fox, and unfastened the collar and leash, picking him up -- he was as light as a feather now -- and taking him over to the closet. Max was still aware of the feeling of being picked up and moved, and if he could have moved or made a sound would have panicked. Terry just smiled, giving the toy a big hug and stuffing it in a plastic box about half its size, tightly snapping the lid in place in sticking on a shelf of the closet. Perhaps I�ll get to give it a test run a bit later, he thought to himself as he closed the door...