Just how wet can a sweaty boy get wearing latex for the first time? Thank you to my friend Bauzer (who previously helped me make First-time Flogging) for lending me his spare latex suit and giving me a truly unforgettable experience! If anyone out there gets the chance to try on some latex or rubber, I’d highly recommend giving it a go!
Shout-out to my lovely friends and community at West Oz Leather for being so supportive and encouraging to my many antics! An extra shout-out to Pup Mink whose lovely photo I used as reference for the last panel on page 4!
Matts Added Note: Todays comic sends me right down memory lane to when Erika was sent a Syren’s Sweetheart Dress. You guys, latex outfits are SO MUCH FUN. Truely delighted to have Hien discovering them too!
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↓ Comic Transcript
Page 1
Hien Pham draws in a lushly rendered style that alternates between realistic illustrations and simplified cartoons in textured pencil lines. He uses the full spectrum of colors. He is a Southeast Asian cisgender heavyset man with a short, bushy, black beard, fuzzy body hair, and glasses. He is mostly bald on top, with the rest of his hair pulled back into a bun.
Narration: A couple months ago, I was going through a bout of low body confidence.
We see Hien's bare, hairy legs wobbling as they step into shiny, rumpled, yellow garment with wide brown stripes. A bottle of silicone lube rests at his feet. A sheen of sweat rolls down his arms and legs.
"Do I just step into it?" Asks Hien.
From off-panel, a voice replies, "Yep!"
As Hien pulls the tight shorts up his legs and over his groin, the voice encourages him, still from off-panel, saying, "Slide in, push out, pull up." There is a long zipper descending down between the crotch of the shorts.
Narration: My dear friend Bauzer reached out and offered to put me in his spare latex. He hoped it would help with my body image as it always did for him.
"Pull your arm through!" Bauzer's voice suggests, as his hands come in from off-panel to help hoist Hien's shoulder strap, which has partially pinned his arm against his chest.
"Haha!" Laughs Hien. "I'm trying!"
Narration: I'd never worn latex before, so we met up at a local leather and kink social to give it a shot!
For the first time, we see Bauzer's face as he exclaims with pride, "I expected it to look bigger on you, but... that's actually a really good fit!" He is a bearded man with paler skin and reddy cheeks, a short brown beard, and an undercut with his top hair pulled back into a pompadour-mowhawk. He sports a silver ring through his septum, gold plugs in his earlobes, a heavy duty chain around his neck, and a partially transparent yellow latex top with dark grey accent stripes.
He stands both with pride and still a bit of shyness, admiring his fully donned latex suit. "You think so?" He asks. His suit has wide shoulder straps that plunge into a scooped neck jumpsuit, with one long zipper running from the top center of his neckline down beneath his groin. He sparkles in his spotlight, with just a few drops of nervous sweat emanating off his head.
Page 2
"How do you feel?" Asks Bauzer, who we now see has a large howling bear tattoo filling up his right upper arm.
Grabbing his belly, Hien answers, "Jiggly and wobbly! Like a walking waterbed!"
"You'll feel really sweaty, but it helps cool down your body." Bauzer reassures him, while spritzing Hien's chest with a liquid from a bottle and rubbing it in with his hand. "When your body acclimates, it'll feel like you're wearing nothing at all." Now rubbing the liquid onto his own latex-clad chest, he continues, "It also supports you quite a lot. Like places where bellies would hang, the latex will pull them up. I find it fills out my countours really nicely, and it's quite sexy." His nipple piercings and chest hair shine through his semi-transparent latex top.
Transforming into his chibi-form, Hien jumps in the air, exclaiming, "Thanks for all your help Bauzer!"
Equally in his chibi-form, Bauzer gives a thumbs-up with a, "My pleasure!"
Back in their normal, fully-rendered forms, the two men thud their latex-covered bellies together with a resounding, "BUMP!"
Page 3
Narration: Even with Bauzer's reassurance and guidance, I was so nervous stepping out of the changing room!
Back in his chibi-form, Hien walks into a main room on wobbly legs and sweating profusely. "Hello..." His voice quavers.
"Whoa! This is new!" An onlooker enthuses.
"You look great!" Another chimes in, while still another snaps a photo on their camera.
Narration: Thankfully everyone at West Connect - West Oz Leather's monthly kink social- was nothing but kind and encouraging.
"What are the zippers for?" Asks one of the onlookers from earlier.
"Easy access, surely." Observes the other.
In the background, chibi-Hien cartoonishly flails his arms and legs in the air as his phone shoots out from between his lubed-up fingers. The photographer snaps another picture and another member of the crowd announces, "I'll get it!" as he lunges to catch the airborne device.
Narration: For the first 30 minutes or so, I was hyper-aware of every single bead of sweat rolling out the bottom of the suit down my legs and onto the floor. But, it wasn't long before my body reached the equilibrium Bauzer talked about. It really did simultaneously feel like I was wearing nothing and everything was supported by compression all at once!
From a worm's-eye view, we look up at regularly-drawn Hien's poised body clad in yellow and brown latex. He looks simultaneously statuesque and also extremely sweaty with rolls of moisture rolling down his arms and legs.
Page 4
Narration: As a bigger guy, I've always been conscious of how my clothes look on my body. No matter how much I straighten, fuss, or adjust, something always feels out of place.
A montage of images shows Hien shifting, adjusting, and tugging a white button-down shirt and belted, blue slacks.
Now back in the present, Hien sits in his yellow latex suit at the gathering. Sweat continues to roll off him.
Narration: Wearing latex removed that outer-layer worry I'd gotten used to coping with. The natural material flexed and moved with my body, not against it.
We see Hien in his dress shirt and slacks again, but from the back. The shirt clings to his shoulder blades, made partially transparent from the sweat rolling down him.
Narration: There's a kid in me who was taught to hide his shape with clothes as baggy as possible.
Back at the party, Hien's face beams in delight, his cheeks rosy as sweat drops roll down his temple, chest and arms in the yellow latex.
Narration: He got a break that day.
Page 5
All in chibi-form, Hien stands chatting with some people at a tall round bar table, their drinks resting on top or in their hands.
"Head off?" Asks Hien to one of the men from before.
"Yeah, see ya~" He waves, while little booze-y bubbles emanate from the top of his head.
Extending his sweaty arms wide, Hien dashes toward his friend, announcing, "See you-"
"Wait, I can't hug you..." The friend recoils.
Suddenly rendered in a realistic, harsh, black and white style, Hien looks in horror at his sweat-soaked hands. "TOO WET TO HUG?!" He gasps in shock and despair.
"GET ME OUT!!!" Chibi-Hien shrieks, tugging at his latex outfit. "I NEED TO TOUCH!!! I NEED TO HUG!!!" Oversize tears fly out from his enormous, panicked eyes.
Calmly, the friend looks over his shoulder at a group of more latex-clad people, suggesting, "Although... you can still hug other rubber and latex folks, can't you?"
Hien's legs spin like a pinwheel as he crashes past his friend (who flies off to the side with a "boink!" sound effect) and towards the group of huggable party-goers. "Crisis Averted!" appears over their heads as they turn to happily receive Hien.
Transcribed by Erika Moen on February 22, 2026 for ohjoysextoy.com
Hien Pham draws in a lushly rendered style that alternates between realistic illustrations and simplified cartoons in textured pencil lines. He uses the full spectrum of colors. He is a Southeast Asian cisgender heavyset man with a short, bushy, black beard, fuzzy body hair, and glasses. He is mostly bald on top, with the rest of his hair pulled back into a bun.
Narration: A couple months ago, I was going through a bout of low body confidence.
We see Hien's bare, hairy legs wobbling as they step into shiny, rumpled, yellow garment with wide brown stripes. A bottle of silicone lube rests at his feet. A sheen of sweat rolls down his arms and legs.
"Do I just step into it?" Asks Hien.
From off-panel, a voice replies, "Yep!"
As Hien pulls the tight shorts up his legs and over his groin, the voice encourages him, still from off-panel, saying, "Slide in, push out, pull up." There is a long zipper descending down between the crotch of the shorts.
Narration: My dear friend Bauzer reached out and offered to put me in his spare latex. He hoped it would help with my body image as it always did for him.
"Pull your arm through!" Bauzer's voice suggests, as his hands come in from off-panel to help hoist Hien's shoulder strap, which has partially pinned his arm against his chest.
"Haha!" Laughs Hien. "I'm trying!"
Narration: I'd never worn latex before, so we met up at a local leather and kink social to give it a shot!
For the first time, we see Bauzer's face as he exclaims with pride, "I expected it to look bigger on you, but... that's actually a really good fit!" He is a bearded man with paler skin and reddy cheeks, a short brown beard, and an undercut with his top hair pulled back into a pompadour-mowhawk. He sports a silver ring through his septum, gold plugs in his earlobes, a heavy duty chain around his neck, and a partially transparent yellow latex top with dark grey accent stripes.
He stands both with pride and still a bit of shyness, admiring his fully donned latex suit. "You think so?" He asks. His suit has wide shoulder straps that plunge into a scooped neck jumpsuit, with one long zipper running from the top center of his neckline down beneath his groin. He sparkles in his spotlight, with just a few drops of nervous sweat emanating off his head.
Page 2
"How do you feel?" Asks Bauzer, who we now see has a large howling bear tattoo filling up his right upper arm.
Grabbing his belly, Hien answers, "Jiggly and wobbly! Like a walking waterbed!"
"You'll feel really sweaty, but it helps cool down your body." Bauzer reassures him, while spritzing Hien's chest with a liquid from a bottle and rubbing it in with his hand. "When your body acclimates, it'll feel like you're wearing nothing at all." Now rubbing the liquid onto his own latex-clad chest, he continues, "It also supports you quite a lot. Like places where bellies would hang, the latex will pull them up. I find it fills out my countours really nicely, and it's quite sexy." His nipple piercings and chest hair shine through his semi-transparent latex top.
Transforming into his chibi-form, Hien jumps in the air, exclaiming, "Thanks for all your help Bauzer!"
Equally in his chibi-form, Bauzer gives a thumbs-up with a, "My pleasure!"
Back in their normal, fully-rendered forms, the two men thud their latex-covered bellies together with a resounding, "BUMP!"
Page 3
Narration: Even with Bauzer's reassurance and guidance, I was so nervous stepping out of the changing room!
Back in his chibi-form, Hien walks into a main room on wobbly legs and sweating profusely. "Hello..." His voice quavers.
"Whoa! This is new!" An onlooker enthuses.
"You look great!" Another chimes in, while still another snaps a photo on their camera.
Narration: Thankfully everyone at West Connect - West Oz Leather's monthly kink social- was nothing but kind and encouraging.
"What are the zippers for?" Asks one of the onlookers from earlier.
"Easy access, surely." Observes the other.
In the background, chibi-Hien cartoonishly flails his arms and legs in the air as his phone shoots out from between his lubed-up fingers. The photographer snaps another picture and another member of the crowd announces, "I'll get it!" as he lunges to catch the airborne device.
Narration: For the first 30 minutes or so, I was hyper-aware of every single bead of sweat rolling out the bottom of the suit down my legs and onto the floor. But, it wasn't long before my body reached the equilibrium Bauzer talked about. It really did simultaneously feel like I was wearing nothing and everything was supported by compression all at once!
From a worm's-eye view, we look up at regularly-drawn Hien's poised body clad in yellow and brown latex. He looks simultaneously statuesque and also extremely sweaty with rolls of moisture rolling down his arms and legs.
Page 4
Narration: As a bigger guy, I've always been conscious of how my clothes look on my body. No matter how much I straighten, fuss, or adjust, something always feels out of place.
A montage of images shows Hien shifting, adjusting, and tugging a white button-down shirt and belted, blue slacks.
Now back in the present, Hien sits in his yellow latex suit at the gathering. Sweat continues to roll off him.
Narration: Wearing latex removed that outer-layer worry I'd gotten used to coping with. The natural material flexed and moved with my body, not against it.
We see Hien in his dress shirt and slacks again, but from the back. The shirt clings to his shoulder blades, made partially transparent from the sweat rolling down him.
Narration: There's a kid in me who was taught to hide his shape with clothes as baggy as possible.
Back at the party, Hien's face beams in delight, his cheeks rosy as sweat drops roll down his temple, chest and arms in the yellow latex.
Narration: He got a break that day.
Page 5
All in chibi-form, Hien stands chatting with some people at a tall round bar table, their drinks resting on top or in their hands.
"Head off?" Asks Hien to one of the men from before.
"Yeah, see ya~" He waves, while little booze-y bubbles emanate from the top of his head.
Extending his sweaty arms wide, Hien dashes toward his friend, announcing, "See you-"
"Wait, I can't hug you..." The friend recoils.
Suddenly rendered in a realistic, harsh, black and white style, Hien looks in horror at his sweat-soaked hands. "TOO WET TO HUG?!" He gasps in shock and despair.
"GET ME OUT!!!" Chibi-Hien shrieks, tugging at his latex outfit. "I NEED TO TOUCH!!! I NEED TO HUG!!!" Oversize tears fly out from his enormous, panicked eyes.
Calmly, the friend looks over his shoulder at a group of more latex-clad people, suggesting, "Although... you can still hug other rubber and latex folks, can't you?"
Hien's legs spin like a pinwheel as he crashes past his friend (who flies off to the side with a "boink!" sound effect) and towards the group of huggable party-goers. "Crisis Averted!" appears over their heads as they turn to happily receive Hien.
Transcribed by Erika Moen on February 22, 2026 for ohjoysextoy.com
