Comm: Latex in Love (Part 7)

Summary: A mutated variety of rubber trees alters the DNA of those who come in contact, turning them into latex beings.  Commissioned by Ninten.

This is a chapter of an ongoing Patreon series released for free for anyone to enjoy; if you wish to read more content like this, consider subscribing to my Patreon, starting as low as 1$ a month!

[First Chapter]

[Previous Chapter]

[Story Listing]

---

Vrrrrrrrm...

"Ugh... Mick, check the window to see if they're doing construction again." Giselle muttered groggily.

"Mrgh... what time is it even..." Mick grumbled, stirring slightly. "Do they have to be doing this now...?"

As both of them were trying to sleep, the revving of what was presumably a chainsaw was blaring outside. They figured there must've been some construction work going on, but as the noise droned on, and the two of them rocked, there was an interesting squeaking sound that punctuated their movements.

"Feel funny... everything's tight." Mick murmured.

"Hey, uh... why's your voice so close?" Giselle questioned. "Did you, uh, sneak into my bed? The beds aren't made for-"

"I didn't sneak into your bed, you probably snuck into mine." Mick tried to move, the tightness getting concerning. "Why are you in my... my..."

It was then that the two of them stirred awake, their heads inches apart from each other. Mick stared into Giselle's blank, ivory expression, and Giselle gawked into Mick's ebony face. As vision returned to the both of them, they found themselves in some sort of examination room, the humming fluorescent lights above them granting their latex-coated bodies a glossy shine. Most curious of all was the position they found themselves in, embracing each other, chests pressed together as their limbs and lowerbodies seemed to stretch and coil on endlessly, dozens and dozens of feet.

"AH!" They yelped in surprise.

VRRRRRRM!! The chainsaw outside revved up even louder, rumbling as a tree outside the window began to quiver and shake.

"AH!!" They screamed again in unison, trying to rest each other from each other, but they were so tightly bound together, there was no give.

"W-what is this stuff!?" Giselle panicked. "What are we wearing, why are our bodies..."

"How'd we get twisted like this!?" Mick blurted. "Rotate the other way, we can't stay like this! I can't breathe!"

"I can't breathe either!" Giselle realized, and was rapidly beginning to hyperventilate. "O-our arms just keep going and-"

"OH! Are you two awake?"

The duo yelped a third time, their heads turning to the window. A strange figure greeted them with a friendly wave. Her skin was as shiny as chrome, and she looked like she had two drills hairpieces coming out of her head, dangling like windchimes. They tried to process the strange individually...

Stretch... only to jump in surprise as the chrome woman elongated before them; she clambered through the window, her metallic fingers clicking against the frame, her torso arcing gently as she brought herself through. With a sharp clang, her heels hit the floor as she jumped in, standing over the two.

"Welcome to my laboratory!" The lady exclaimed. "I don't think I got your names yet... I'm Lana! I'm a rubbermaid, just like you two!~"

"Rubbermaid??" Giselle repeated, surprised.

"Wait, is this... is it because of that weird tree we encountered!?" Mick exclaimed. "What the hell??"

"I can explain everything!" Lana gestured with her hands, urging them to calm down. "But let's take a deep breath, slow down... introduce ourselves."

"R... r-right, I uh... I'm Mick, she's Giselle." Mick muttered sheepishly, his body creaking anxiously around Giselle's.

"We're a little, um, stuck..." Giselle admitted; their elongated forms, twisted into a black-and-white rope, writhed atop the countertop and floor like a snake.

"Mmhm, yes, I know, you've... been stuck like that for a while, actually!" Lana explained with a good-natured chuckle. "But just relax, take some deep breaths... meditate on things a bit. The rubbermaid's body is very elastic, in various senses, and it yearns to return to its default form..."

"Um... a-alright." Giselle wasn't sure what Lana meant, but it was worth a shot. She focused inward, humming to herself.

Mick glanced over to her with a puzzled look and, with a shrug, went along with it. Lana watched the two of them... not move. Her eyes drifted to the end of their coiled snake formation as she overheard a strange elastic create, and frowned, seeing their forms continue to twist together and pile up along the floor, even now.

"Ah jeez... maybe being together like that is your default state..." Lana mused, tapping her chin with a clink, clink clink...

"Wait, you're saying we're stuck like this!?" Mick asked, his voice cracking slightly.

"We're not even married yet!" Giselle cried.

"W-well, at glance..." Lana observed they were still separate people, just... very tightly bound together. Like steel cables. Lana pondered the conundrum...

Ping! An idea! Her eyes lit up like two lightbulbs! "Eureka! I got it!"

"You do??" Mick was relieved to hear...

VRRRRRRM!! In a matter of moments, Lana's right arm shifted into an enormous buzzing chainsaw! She smiled wickedly as it revved up.

"I can take you two apart myself!~" Lana cackled.

"AAAAAAAAAUGH!!" The couple, in a fit of panic, tried to pull away from each other; their overstretched limbs flailed wildly as they unpeeled from each other, rubbery tendrils flailing wildly and smacking about the room. Lana stepped back and reshaped her arm as a black-and-white tornado of untwisting body parties occupied the center of the room, rubbery squeaking punctuating the cacophony of madness.

They yelped in unison as, finally, their forms peeled apart as they crumbled to the far walls, their limbs shrinking to proportions resembling people again... though their bodies remained as pumped up and as featureless as sex dolls.

"Terror makes an excellent lubricant~" Lana explained with a snicker, extending her silvery arms in both directions to help Mick and Giselle to their feet; they wobbled unsteadily as they got their legs underneath them, as if they would collapse at any moment.

"Th... thanks. I think." Mick looked over himself and his lack of... sensitive features. He looked like he had developed muscles, as well as a six-pack, but his lower body resembled a Barbie doll. He felt around himself, glancing up to Giselle in turn, marvelling at her perkier breasts, as her nipples and crotch seemed entirely painted over with a layer of latex.

"What is this stuff...?" Michelle asked.

"The rubber trees I'm studying here have an erratic mutagent within their bark, and your DNA has been warped radically. You're kinda more plant than people now..." Lana explained.

"We're what??" Mick blurted. "Why the hell are you growing them at all then!?"

"It seems very dangerous..." Giselle concurred.

"To research them, obviously! And my facility's really far out of the way, I didn't think anyone would come out here!" Lana pouted, her hairdrills spinning. She sighed, relaxing as she folded her arms. "Anyway, your bodies are like rubber, able to produce liquid latex, but, but, many people are able to shapeshift very freely! You could restore your humanity like that if you wanted! Probably!"

Lana snapped her fingers emphatically as she rattled off a hurried explanation, almost as if she had too much practice doing it before.

"Like rubber? So I can do this...?" Giselle extended her arm forward and, to her surprise, it elongated before her, her limb pulling taut. She gawked in amazement, wobbling it up and down. It made such a funny, cartoony sound.

"H-hey, what'd you say about humanity though??" Mick asked. "I wanna change back, I miss my... y-y'know..."

"From my observations, and reviewing the anecdotes of others, you need only visualize what you wish to turn into in your mind," Lana pointed to her head. "It could be anything, really, but imagining yourself is a good exercise ahead of other-"

"Alright, got it! Just need to visualize..." Mick focused inwards; Giselle followed him in turn. Lana paused, watching their expressions. Her eyebrows perked up as, slowly, their stark, contrasting skin pigments began to warp, as if being consumed by water colours. Lana paced with clanging footsteps towards the counter, where she kept a stack of towels, but...

...In a matter of moments, the couples' humanity was restored! Better than restored, actually, but enhanced; their physiques were toned and in great shape. Lana pursed her lips, marvelling at how the couple could procure basic undergarments to hide their unmentionables.

"My, you two are naturals at this, huh?" Lana clasped her hands together, a little mutedly. The couple turned to look over each other.

"Mic??" Giselle gasped. "You... you look great!"

"Y-yeah, I... I feel great too!" Mic stepped forward, gesturing with his hands. "And what did you do? Your chest is... wow!"

"I-I dunno!" Giselle stepped forward, pulling Mic closer. "But seeing you like this... lights a bit of a fire within me."

Though Lana didn't realize it, the sickly couple's health had been restored. And they were already draped over each other. Lana was feeling like a third wheel here...

"There's, uh, a guest room down the hall, if you two wanna... y'know." Lana tilted her head towards the door. The couple blinked, and then turned to each other.

...There seemed to be a silent agreement between the two, as they giggled excitedly. "Thank you!" They called out excitedly as they hurried out the hall. Lana rubbed her shoulder, forcing a polite smile. She had other things on her mind...

She looked up, pointing her finger towards the ceiling; it twisted into a spiralled point, and as she extended her arm, she drilled a small hole into the ceiling, no wider than a quarter's thickness. She extended her body upwards through the hole, her body compressing, ass catching as she forced herself through.

She popped up into an attic, various pieces of woodworks scattered about, some of which were still works in progress. Lana's form curved through the air as the rest of her body caught up to her; her torso drifted towards a chest at the head of the room, hovering above it as her chrome heels caught up behind her.

She opened it and, searching through the contents, reached for a framed photo. It was of Lana and her best friend Kyrie, as new graduates from Dempsey U. Lana fixated on her appearance... her freckles, and her long, scraggly red hair.

Lana felt her eyes getting a little misty... miniature windshield wipers swished against her glassy eyes as she reminisced.

Everyone else could reconnect with their previous forms so easily... Why was she the only one stuck like this, an unflinching robotic hybrid of a rubbermaid? Even with the logic-defying nature of rubbermaids in general, her case was especially strange.

The question agonized her, she missed her humanity... She had to keep researching the phenomenon of this mutagen. Maybe if she guided the couple through their transformation, she'd learn something about herself.