Rubber Shark Lifeguard's Transformation (Patreon)

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On a sunny day at the beach, a curious fox named Fennix found himself exploring the shoreline when something unusual caught his eye. Lying half-buried in the sand was a strange grey-blue bottle, shimmering slightly in the sunlight. Intrigued, Fennix picked it up and noticed the label, which read: "Totally Protected like a Lifeguard - Special Formula!"

"Must be some fancy new sunscreen," Fennix thought, smiling to himself as he popped the cap open. The scent was surprisingly pleasant, a mix of coconut and something oddly metallic. Without much thought, he squeezed out a generous amount of the cream and began to apply it to his fur.

As soon as the cream touched his skin, it began to tingle. At first, Fennix thought it was just the cream doing its job, but the sensation quickly intensified. He looked down in horror as the cream turned into a thick, rubbery goo, spreading rapidly across his body.

"Whoa, whoa, what's happening?" Fennix yelped, trying to wipe it off, but the goo clung to his fur, covering his torso and limbs in a matter of seconds. His fur and skin seemed to merge with the goo, which began to solidify into a shiny, rubbery material.

His groin was encased in a smooth, chastity-like mound, leaving him with a strange, null bulge that was both confining and oddly arousing. As the goo spread further, his arms and legs began to change shape, elongating and thickening into powerful, rubbery shark limbs. Fennix could only watch in shock as his once bushy fox tail shrank, transforming into a small, streamlined shark tail.

The goo climbed up his neck, encasing his head in the same rubbery substance. Fennix tried desperately to claw at it with his new shark arms, but it was no use. The goo had a mind of its own, molding his head into that of an anthropomorphic shark, complete with sharp teeth and gills.

"Come on, come on!" Fennix grunted, using all his strength to try and peel the rubber mask off, but it was fused to his skin, unyielding. The transformation was complete; there was no trace of the fox he once was. He was now a full-blown rubber shark, his every move accompanied by the squeak of latex against latex.

But it wasn't over yet. As Fennix stood there, bewildered and adjusting to his new body, another layer of goo began to ooze out from his transformed skin. This time, it didn't encase him—it dressed him. The goo solidified into a shiny rubber lifeguard uniform, complete with a bright yellow shirt that clung to his new muscles, and tight red latex shorts that highlighted his sleek, shark body. A yellow whistle appeared on his chest, a red hat on his head, and a loudspeaker attached to his hip.

Fennix, now the unwilling lifeguard, looked out over the beach, wondering if he would ever get used to his new rubbery existence—or if he was doomed to spend the rest of his days as a squeaky, latex shark, patrolling the shore in his absurd lifeguard outfit. But for now, all he could do was wait, trapped in a bizarre mix of frustration and arousal, his true self buried beneath layers of rubber and goo.

And that bottle? It wasn't going anywhere. The beach was quiet for now, but sooner or later, another beach-goer would find that bottle, and who knew what kind of twisted transformation awaited them?