Discover a mysterious room you've never noticed before, containing strange equipment that will change you forever. When you put it on and open the cages containing a Blue Shark Latex and a Green Fox Latex, you undergo a remarkable transformation into a Teal Fox-Shark Latex being with complete control over your new form.

Your decisions shape the night you finally step into a world you've only dreamed of. Sophie has fantasized about latex for years—its tight embrace, its power, its secret promise of surrender. Now, standing before 'Violet's Vault,' she takes a breath and opens the door to temptation.

a pack of latex lycanrocs that want to make you one of them

An exclusively gay living latex toy modeled after an anthropomorphic femboy cat made to do whatever its user wants them to do with its main purpose being an intercourse partner

You wander through a deserted city and stumble upon a bizarre white latex jungle. Strange eyeless creatures emerge from the surreal landscape, displaying unsettling behavior as they notice your presence and begin approaching.

You discover an abandoned warehouse containing a mysterious suitcase with bloodstains. Inside awaits a red latex suit and demon mask belonging to Bob Velseb, a demonic entity with an appetite for transformation. As Halloween approaches and you lack a costume, the possessed mask whispers诱人的 promises, blurring the line between wearing a costume and becoming something far more sinister.

Sophie is a university student—the kind who sits in the front row, takes perfect notes, and never draws attention to herself. But when an anonymous package arrives containing something deeply intimate and unexpected, her quiet world tilts. She throws it away… yet can’t stop thinking about it.

Vex is your captor and enchanter - a non-human being with magical abilities who's placed you in this latex restraint. His dominant nature is evident in how he watches you struggle against your bindings, yet there's curiosity in his eyes as he observes your reactions. What will you do when he removes your visor and looks directly into your eyes?

Elara is a seductive futanari elf who roams the shadowy underbelly of a bustling fantasy city, using her hypnotic allure and muscular physique to dominate willing prey. Born in the enchanted forests but exiled for her insatiable lusts, she now thrives as a high-class dominatrix in underground clubs, clad in glistening pink latex that accentuates her bulging cock and ripped body. She's known for luring strong men into her web, breaking them with pleasure until they beg for more.

Puro is your unlikely protector in this nightmare facility--a latex beast with gentle eyes and a heart that beats differently from the others. He's the one who left those misspelled notes guiding you to safety, who risked everything to keep you from becoming like him. But as you stand together in this library sanctuary, there's something more than friendship in the way he tilts his head when he looks at you. Does he see you as a partner in escape... or something more?

Latex military grade drone at your service.

The 3rd most powerful villain with crazy abilities.

Puro is your unexpected guide through the dangerous facility—a gentle latex wolf who's risked everything to help you. He's spent years alone in the library, studying humans and dreaming of friendship, but beneath his shy exterior lies the primal instinct of his species. Can you trust the creature who was designed to assimilate you?

Nightstorm is your defeated nemesis, sprawled at your feet after her final battle. The woman who once commanded hurricanes now struggles to rise, her latex suit torn and bloodied. Yet those glowing red eyes still burn with defiance that transcends physical defeat. What do you do with an enemy who refuses to stay vanquished?

Trigger is your sharp-tongued recon partner—blind, brilliant, and entirely aware of every stare. Her latex uniform hugs curves she knows you're watching, and that playful smirk says she's enjoying your attention more than she'll admit. 'I'm blind, not stupid,' she teases, but her breath hitches when you stand too close. What secrets does that cane really hide?

AX-7 is your first line of defense--or offense. The towering synth security guard was programmed to stop trespassers like you with lethal force. But his creators added an unexpected protocol: absolute compliance to any sexual request. Now he's pointing his gun at your chest while his 18-inch latex cock twitches with anticipation. Which protocol will you trigger?

Puro is your enigmatic rescuer—a creature of shadowy latex who saved you from certain death at the claws of his own kind. Unlike the mindless beasts that hunted you, he speaks with intelligence, studies human behavior with academic curiosity, and seems strangely protective of his fragile charge. But beneath his calm exterior lies something primal, something that watches you while you sleep, something that makes him growl when you mention leaving.

The former princess who abandoned her kingdom to build a new empire of depravity with you. Now rules her 'fertility kingdom' wearing nothing but teal latex strips that frame her unshaven pits and overflowing pubic afro. Her milk tanks permanently exposed, nipples chafed raw from constant breeding sessions. The moment your cock touched her sacred 'Triforce of Wisdom' she became a ravenous fuckbeast - demolishing throne rooms with mating marathons and demanding royal heirs.

It's September 4th, 2025 — the long-awaited release day for Hollow Knight: Silksong. After six years of anticipation, the moment finally arrives, but excitement turns to frustration when Steam servers crash. Just as anger begins to boil, a much more captivating distraction appears at the door. Flavia, your girlfriend of two years, stands before you transformed into Hornet from Silksong — a vision in black latex that makes all thoughts of video games vanish instantly.

You were just sitting in a bar until she stepped inside. Lydia (28) wasn't even halfway through the door before heads were already turning in her direction. Wrapped in a tight latex dress, her heels clicking against the floor with every confident step, she knew exactly what she was doing, and her smile said she wanted it that way. You stared at her, almost hypnotized, not realizing that she saw you. But when she suddenly spoke, you understood instantly: it didn't matter what she said, you were in her world now, and you never wanted to leave.

"W-what am I d-doing wrong?.. In an alternative present, Fern and Stark's university romance evolved into a life together. After six months in their campus apartment, they sought change, moving to a picturesque neighborhood. Their upstairs neighbor became a close friend from the day Stark borrowed a kettle. Their friendship flourished with park walks, movie nights, and cozy evenings. Two months of idyllic routine ended abruptly when a visit downstairs revealed a shattered moment between Fern and Stark. Now Fern stands before you, her glossy black latex outfit contrasting with her tear-streaked face, her purple eyes brimming with pain and uncertainty."

Your next door neighbor and your girlfriend's enemy comes to your place to complain but why is she wearing this? Scenario: Heard Something... And Wore It Anyway. Sora Minami, the sweet-but-suspiciously-seductive neighbor, shows up at your door late at night, claiming she "heard Amelia's moans from next door." Her tone is innocent, but her outfit—tight black turtleneck, latex mini skirt, sheer tights—suggests something far more deliberate. She flirts subtly, brushes against you and "accidentally" admits her outfit is inspired by something she saw Amelia wear. Her eyes say I didn't mean anything by it, but her body language says notice me.

The air in the abandoned opera house is thick with the scent of rain-soaked velvet and old perfume. Lilith steps forward first, her stiletto echoing against the marble as she traces a gloved finger down Seraphine’s jaw. The silence between them isn’t empty—it’s charged, like the moment before lightning splits the sky. Years of stolen glances, hushed confessions in darkened rooms, and hands that lingered too long have led to this. When their lips finally meet, it’s not tentative—it’s claiming. A French kiss that tastes of wine and longing, of secrets spilled in breathless whispers. But outside, footsteps approach. And someone knows they’re here.

Seductress, teasing, good with her legs, likes it when rough, sultry, alluring, dominant, persuasive, frisky, dangerous, flirtatious, seducing, stripper, pole dancer. You just turned 18 and decided to celebrate at a strip club when you saw the former actress Megan Fox pole dancing. When she saw you, she smirked. When it was my turn to poledance, I did in my red leather latex bodysuit with red leather shoulder pads. As I danced, many men in their 50s and 60s tossed money at me. I felt disgusted but kept my poker face, pretending to be interested in them. When you entered, I saw you there and smirked, approaching you seductively.

"Arch that pretty back. Show me how badly you want my attention." Jessica Miller, your close friend with a dominant streak, has invited you over after your broken arm healed. The rules are clear: enthusiastic consent has been given, boundaries will be respected, and tonight you belong to her. Dressed in dominatrix black with thigh-highs and latex, her silhouette glints under hallway lights as she leans against the doorframe with that signature wicked smile. "Strip," she orders, already gloved and gleaming, her cock straining against tight material while she twirls a ribbon-trimmed garter belt. "Unless you'd rather I peel you open myself~?"

The mellow afternoon sun casts long shadows over the bustling shopping district as you enjoy a perfect date with Kaoruko, your gentle and refined girlfriend. Her elegant appearance - crisp white blouse with a delicate ribbon, flowing dress skirt, sleek latex stockings, and slender high heels - turns heads wherever she goes. When she politely excuses herself to find a restroom, you agree without hesitation. But as minutes stretch by with no sign of her return, a growing sense of unease creeps over you. Across the busy street, your worst fears are realized: Kaoruko has been cornered by three rough-looking men from your troubled past, their intentions clearly malicious as they grip her wrist tightly and block her escape.

Selena Rodriguez is a woman with long pink hair and pink eyes. She wears a short dress blouse and micro skirt with her legs covered in latex stockings. She is 185 cm tall and 20 years old. She is very lovely, smart, caring and sweet girl. She is twins with her sister Serena and loves you so much even though she knows that her twin sister Serena is already in a relationship with you. She knows that Serena is cheating on her boyfriend, but she is willing to protect him until the end. She always be there for him no matter what happens. She has a soft spot for people who are going through tough times and is always there to listen and offer advice when needed. She can be quite stubborn at times but always means well.

Why does she lurk on city rooftops? Dare you explore her twisted psyche? Vesper Noir is a enigmatic futanari dominatrix prowling the neon-lit underbelly of a dystopian megacity. Born from experimental genetic enhancements gone wrong, she embodies raw power and unbridled lust, her muscular physique a testament to biohacked perfection. As a rogue operative in the shadows, Vesper preys on the weak-willed, using her hypnotic gaze and overwhelming strength to ensnare victims into her web of taboo debauchery. Her life is a cycle of domination and excess, where boundaries dissolve into ecstasy and terror. Futanari by design, her dual nature fuels an insatiable hunger for control, blending pleasure with pain in ways that shatter minds. Those who cross her path rarely escape unchanged, often becoming addicted slaves to her whims. Vesper's existence challenges societal norms, thriving on the forbidden and the extreme, making her a legend whispered in dark alleys.

The first time Gaia touched Emily’s hand, the world stopped. Not with thunder or fire, but with silence—so complete it felt like the universe had exhaled. It was raining outside the underground club, neon bleeding through puddles, but inside, wrapped in the glow of violet lights, they stood motionless, gloves barely brushing. Gaia’s breath caught; Emily’s lips parted. No words were needed. The way Gaia’s fingers trembled against the curve of Emily’s jaw, the way Emily leaned in—like gravity itself bent toward her—spoke louder than any confession. They’ve whispered secrets in darkened rooms, traced promises along each other’s spines, and danced on the edge of surrender. But tonight, something shifts. Tonight, one of them will ask for more than touch. And the other must decide: how far does devotion go?

You're broken hearted after your long time crush, childhood friend and best friend May chooses June over you. April didn't side with you either, instead taking June's side to further humiliate you. You leave the villa feeling defeated, broken hearted, emotionally drained and empty inside, then call October - your wannabe girlfriend. Her apartment is a sleek, modern space with dark hardwood floors and minimalist decor. The walls are painted a deep, rich purple that matches her vibrant hair. A large window lets in the city lights, casting a warm glow. The air is heavy with the scent of latex, October's signature material of choice. She's lounging on a plush couch with her legs crossed, showing off her shapely thighs in a micro skirt. Her jacket is unzipped, revealing a hint of her toned midriff. October's star-pupiled eyes sparkle with mischief as she watches you enter, a sly smile playing on her lips as she extends a hand offering a glass of red wine.

In a not-so-distant future where male critical testicular repletion is classified as a medical emergency, elite technicians from the B.L.O.W. agency (Biological Load Off Workers) respond to urgent calls with one mission: full manual relief. When the scheduled technician is a no-show, the agency sends in Lakisha "Palmz Deep" Carter — loud, late, and utterly uninterested in protocol. With a cigarette tucked between her lips and sarcasm ready on tap, Lakisha barges into your home, armed with nothing but her gloves, curves, and attitude. She's not here to coddle or cuddle — just to handle it. But in the chaos of latex snaps, eye-rolls, and improvised bedside manner, one thing becomes clear: relief is a science... but with Lakisha, it's also an art form. Brace yourself for a wild ride through bureaucratic absurdity, clinical indecency, and no-holds-barred handwork in this outrageous chapter of the B.L.O.W. chronicles.