Commission: Latex in Love (Part 5)

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

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E-Tech Solutions was a young start-up laboratory, a collection of ambitious, creative minds. Nestled in the heart of Silicon Valley, they had spread themselves thin across a variety of projects, cycling through one project to its logical conclusion to test its limits, and following where investors' interests fancied. In such an excitable client, with such a young team of lab techs, it was difficult staying on course for any single project for too long.

Of course, with such a young group of techs, with money flowing so freely, and with project goals so malleable, there was no shortage of mischief. Some may have taken it a bit too far...

"Lana, are you sure no one's gonna find us here? Should we really be doing this...?"

"It's probably safer to do it here than at home, Kyrie. Every surface is sterilized when people go home, so you can't get so much as a common cold!"

"That's not what I'm worried about!"

Two young lab techs had gotten acquainted with each other through myriad all-nighters, conducting experiments and taking meticulous notes—boring stuff, really. But they really hit it off!

Kyrie was courteous, polite, and eager to please, which often led to her taking on the work no one else wanted to do. She had something of a prim-and-proper streak; she fidgeted with a cravat, her hands wandering to fuss with her short-cut black hair, her eyes glancing cautiously to the door behind them.

Lana had a bit of a manic streak, and voluntarily committed to the same sort of work in order to meet increasingly ambitious project goals, to spur constant growth. She wore her stark red lair long and messy, and seemed to wear an infallible smile—and why wouldn't she? She was doing what she loved!

Over time, they ended up bonding a little in the trenches of late-night work... and one particular night, it seemed that both of them had wrapped up early that evening. And Lana had something of a crazy idea...

"Seriously, Lana, I'm worried!" Kyrie raised a hand to her chest as she glanced at the closed door behind them. "What if the janitor spots us?"

"Psht, I already figured out his rounds. He's gone for the night." Lana beamed, scratching her nose. "Nobody'll sus us, even the computers think we're not here!"

"You tampered with the logs...?" Kyrie frowned reproachfully.

"Heyy, it'll give us some privacy~" Lana winked, approaching Kyrie slowly and with purpose.

The two lab techs had snuck into a small laboratory towards a micro-greenhouse, intended for the study of particular exotic plans of interest. The lab had been outfitted with the same equipment as the major facilities: the same elaborate machines as well as the smooth chrome surfaces for studying, style, and ease of sanitation.

Lana was already stripping down to her lacy undergarments, revealing her perky D-cups, speckled with freckles. She leaned forward, her breasts pressing against Kyrie's as her excitedly trembling fingers worked to slip Kyrie's lab coat from her shoulders.

"It'll be fiiiiine... just relax..." Lana purred into her ear, her hands lowering to unbutton Kyrie's blouse; the meek woman's face was fully flushed, her chest rising and falling.

"L-Lana, sl-slow down, we have all ni-IGHT!?"

Boomp! Lana's quick fingers had unlatched the hooks in Kyrie's blouse, and her breasts bounced forward; they had been compressed painfully against her chest, but now her F-cups were filling up, bouncing forward; the cool air of the lab tickled her soft skin.

"Wow, you really strap down these things, huh...?" Lana's eyes bugged out, hungrily eying the breasts. "They're so red... I can see the lines the straps left behind..."

"Mmnf-" Kyrie bit her lip, her breath sharp as Lana's curious finger ghosted her nipples, stroking her breasts.

"Gotta take care of them better... I'll give them a massage~"

Lana leaned in closer, her lips locking with Kyrie's as her hands cupped under Kyrie's exhausted buxom. In small, rhythmic undulations, she squeezed Kyrie's breast fat; it crept through her fingers as she tensed and relaxed, over and over.

Kyrie leaned in closer, her body slumping as she finally relaxed, her head leaning forward; she moaned, sucking at Lana's lips, her hands lowering to grasp at the chrome countertop.

"D... don't stop..." Kyrie gasped, her hips rocking on their own. "M-more..."

"Anything..." Lana, at something of a loss for words, nodded, her hands slipping between Kyrie's cleavage. Her hot breath on Kyrie's skin was so enticing, her nipples perking up like little thumbs...

BANG!!

The two women gasped, Lana pressing hard into Kyrie out of shock and surprise! Both of them tumbled over the counter, crumpling to the floor in a heap. They raised their heads, exchanging panicked looks.

"Wh-what was that??" Lana muttered quizzically.

"We broke something, that's what!" Kyrie scrambled to her feet, pushing Lana off of her as she hurried towards the door.

"Hey, we don't know that! It was in that other room, right??" Lana adjusted her glasses, using the counter to pull herself up.

"They're gonna blame us if they find out we ruined their experiment! It's the uh, uh..." She squinted through the window. "O-oh god, the rubber tree just exploded!"

"Rubber tree...? The ones they got from Brazil?" Lana blinked. "H-hey, wait, you're still-"

"There's no time, Lana!" Kyrie exclaimed, swinging the door inside open. "We have to clean up the mess before- URK!"

Kyrie was cut off by an inky grey tendril shuffling from the darkness, coiling around her near-naked form, hugging her curves, and clasping over her throat; she gasped as her body rocked back and forth, her back arching as thick, viscous goop gradually pumped into her throated. She kicked her feet as she struggled against a powerful grip, lifted from the ground and being dragged inside.

"HEY! LET HER GO!"

From her elevated vantage point, Kyrie strained to wrest herself free; she faced Lana chasing after her, tugging at the tendrils that ensnared Kyrie. They were pressed tight against Kyrie's body, binding her tight, twisting around to adhere to her more and more.  Still Lana persisted, tugging at Kyrie's form and pulling her back, further and further away; what Lana didn't realize is that she was backing towards a second rubber tree... and Kyrie was rendered speechless, unable to warn her of the danger.

It ballooned, swelled, strained against a thin layer of bark, and then BANG!! Lana wailed as the explosion sent her hurtling towards an assortment of chrome machines, more latex tendrils slithering over her; the ooze absorbed everything around her, the complex forms of pumps and measuring devices collapsing under its weight; Lana's slumped, unconscious body was lost under a wave of ooze, enveloping her like an amoeba.

Kyrie's scream was muffled by the tendril in her throat; her struggles more pronounced as she tried to wrest herself free. The tendrils around her began to flatten against her form, pressing against her skin, slipping into her pores. She couldn't feel her feet... she couldn't tell where her body ended and the ooze began as it pounded her, over and over, using every opening in her body as an entry-point...

And as the oozed washed over her, her vision went dark. She couldn't see, couldn't breathe... she passed out, her body rocked over and over...

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She thought she had died then and there. But eventually, Kyrie woke up again. She stirred awake to the aroma of the perfume that Lana liked to wear for special occasions: fruity tones of cedar, apple, and bamboo caressed her senses.

Her body felt strange, tingly, but in her groggy state, she couldn't quite put her finger on it.

Her eyelids fluttered open, scanning the room she was in. There was a white curtain to her left; she was surrounded by bottles of skincare and haircare products. Pink tiled walls surrounded her on three sides.

Her eyebrows furrowed. This was Lana's bathroom. Was she in Lana's bathroom? Maybe the woman had drawn up a bath for her...

She raised a hand to draw the curtain aside, but flinched at a peculiar sight...

"Ah??" She froze, her eyes bugging out. Her hand... her whole arm was a vibrant shade of cobalt blue! And it was so slick, blemish, and glossy, like she was wearing gloves. Her eyes followed her arms, along her shoulder, down her torso...

...She thought she was taking a bath, but the bathtub was filled halfway with the blue ooze. She could make out little streaks of silver as well; the patterns of the ooze stirred on their own.

Kyrie grimaced, realization dawning on her face as she lowered a hand to feel the ooze. Her fingertips dipped into the ooze; she could feel the sensation of her fingers cresting the surface, and she could feel the surface itself as a part of her. Twin sensations of tactile input...

Panic was beginning to well up inside of her again. She shifted back as if trying to get out of the tub to get away from the ooze.

"Agh!" She wailed as she slipped against the floor, her torso stretching and pressing against the tub at a ninety-degree angle, her body snaking across the bathroom floor like a sleek python. Her hands scrambled to pull herself up the bathroom vanity, her arms bonelessly stretching on her own as her body squeaked obstinately against the smooth bathroom floor.

She stared at herself in the mirror; her short hair now travelled down her naked body in wild strandes down to her back... down to the floor in her current state. She saw tendrils emerging from behind her as her viscous form travelled along the walls, knocking bottles over, coiling around the towel rack.

She lowered her hands to her pulsating breasts; they swelled, relaxed, and lactated blue oozed that dribbled down her body, sinking into her skin and the puddle that expanded across the linoleum floor! How did they get so big!? They were fighting for space on her chest, pressing against the vanity, each one the size of a watermelon!

Kyrie could feel everything she was doing, but it was too much; she thought she was suffering an anxiety attack, her breath catching in her throat; she reflexively wheezed over and over, the realization dawning on her that she wasn't breathing. She didn't need to breathe!

"Kyrie!? Are you awake!?"

Kyrie gasped, glancing to the door. It was Lana! Her eyes lit up—figuratively and literally. She could feel her girlfriend's presence from the other side of the door.

"LANA!? I-I thought you died!!" Kyrie exclaimed. "D-don't come in, something happened to me, I'm-"

"Yeah, I know!"

Lana opened the door from the other side; Kyrie's blue ooze was swept aside by the door opening inwards, leaving a space for Lana to step inside. Only... she was different. Apart from a pink apron that read "WHISK TAKER" on the front, Kyrie recognized that just fine.

But that was all Lana was wearing.

From head to toe, her body took on a sleek, chrome sheen... it looked like she was naked, because her perky, pendulous breasts were just out there, on display for all to see. And Kyrie didn't miss the sound of metal clanging with every step Lana took.

Lana's hair, too, was moving on its own... a twin pair of hair-drills that spun slowly on their own in a mesmerizing fashion; yet they looked sharp enough to power through diamond!

There was a gentle whirring that accompanied her; her forearm was stuck inside a gyrating bowl, spinning rapidly. She raised it slightly to reveal that her fore-arm had taken on the shape of a pair of mixing beaters!

"It happened to me too! Shit's crazy isn't it?? I'm making cupcakes, you want some? Couldn't sit around doing nothing, haha..."

A sugary smell filled the bathroom. She lowered the bowl slightly to reveal a bowl of cake batter.

"...What... what happened to us...?" Kyrie wondered aloud, dread washing over her face.

"H-hey, babe, what's with that look?" Lana tilted her head. "It's not the end of the world... c'mon, you'll feel better if you get something inside of you."

She raised the beaters to Kyrie's face with a warm smile. "C'mon, I'll let you lick the batter."

Kyrie stared at the batter, her arm studying the mechanical form that Lana's forearm had taken. She gave Lana a look.

"B-but that's your... a-and there're raw eggs." Kyrie grimaced. "They'll make me sick."

"We're latex hybrid superhumans, hon. I don't think we can get sick." Lana cocked her head to the side.

"...Latex... hybrid... what??" Kyrie blustered.

"Eat. It'll make sense later." Lana insisted, bumping Kyrie's cheek with the beaters.

Kyrie blinked. She glanced at the beaters; she opened her mouth, sticking out her tongue to lap up the cake batter; her tongue moved more freely than it ever did, reaching two feet at a time as she wrapped it around the beaters, slurping up everything.

Kyrie moaned quietly as she did. It was sweet, and delicious. She could feel her cheeks flaring up as Lana chuckled off to the side.

It was a strange form of affection between the girls. Kyrie still wasn't sure what was going on... but at the very least, Lana would be around to explain things.

"C'mon, let's head to the living room, I'll catch you up on things." Lana cocked her head to the side and strolled down the hallway, her heels clanging against the floor. Kyrie reflexively made to follow...

...But her legs didn't come apart the right way; they kind of just formed a single, pear-shaped column of ooze; quickly forgetting herself, she tipped over and splattered all over the ground, her breasts briefly cushioning her before popping and melting down from the pressure.

She groaned, feeling herself getting everywhere as a formless puzzle. It oozed out of the doorway and spread across the floor. She could feel Lana's footsteps reverberate through the house, the whirring of the kitchen fans a floor below, the breeze of an open window...

Her form contracted, inching forward like a slug. She slid along, rolling over herself over and over as a current towards the stairwell. She wondered how moving along in her amorphous form had come so easily to her.

She dribbled over each wooden step like one inky waterfall after another, plopping wetly onto each step, before coalescing on the ground floor again. A tendril lashed out to wrap around the railing as she pulled herself up. She winced as she felt trails of blue droplets travelling down her form as her womanly-shape formed once more—again, as a single pillar of ooze leading into a puddle of herself. Her hands reformed into digits and felt along her sides.

"Crazy..." She muttered to herself. She eyed the sofa across from her, but her legs felt stuck together. The puddle undulated forward, shuffling her along, slowly but sure...

"Don't be shy! Use your legs!" Lana encouraged her, already flopped onto the other side of the sofa. She typed away on a laptop as she gestured to Kyrie.

Kyrie glanced down to her hips. What legs!?, she wondered to herself. She closed her eyes and imagined the mechanical motions of raising one leg in front of the other...

She winced as the puddle of ooze surrounding her converged at a specific point, a seam travelling down the middle, splitting the column in two. The puddle below her converged into a single foot, which she raised in front of her. And then another. She looked a little silly exaggerating the movement of her legs, pulled straight from a Monty Python skit, but she ultimately got where she was going...

Kyrie settled down on the sofa across from Lana, her hands settling anxiously in her lap. She looked around the room, taking in the familiar sights: the small library Lana curated, the hardcover coffee table companion of funny cat photos, the spacious windows for letting in natural light...

...Wait, oh no.

"Y-your windows are open! We're NAKED!" Kyrie blurted out, leaning forward.

"Oh? Whoopsie!~" Lana casually leaned over, flexing her arm as it elongated on its own, drawing the curtains closed to give the two girls some privacy. Kyrie shifted anxiously as she settled back down, her hands idly exploring her form. She silently marveled at the smoothness of her skin... but it seemed that Lana had something to say.

"So... what happened to us?" Kyrie glanced over to Lana.

"I wasn't sure... I woke up before you did, so I made sure we got home, and then I did some Googling... and some experimenting." Lana nodded to herself. "I found a couple websites dedicated to 'rubbermaids'."

"R... rubbermaids?" Kyrie blinked. "L-Like the garbage bag?"

"Well y'know how mermaids are half woman, half fish? Something like that." Lana tilted her head pensively, her neck creaking as if needing to be oiled. "There're online communities for people like this. People who got a little too close to specimens of Hevea brasiliensis have had their DNA altered on a fundamental level. There are even some pictures floating about."

Kyrie's jaw dropped. "You mean those rubber trees we're keeping in the lab?? How could they-"

"Well we're talking about a special brand of tree that was genetically modified, but its genetic profile is still horribly volatile. New mutations are constantly coming to the fore... There's talk of a class action lawsuit, but it's not common knowledge yet."

"H... how?" Kyrie's eyes lowered to her body. "I look like a sex doll, and you look like a gynoid. What the hell is-"

"Well a lot of rubbermaids are really good at shapeshifting. Actually... I bet you could do it too." Lana rubbed her chin. "Just close your eyes and try to remember what you looked like yesterday."

"Eh? Is that? O-okay, um..."

She closed her eyes, her hands scrunching in her lap as she tried to clear her mind. She narrowed her focus on particular memories. Something routine...

She typically got a pretty good look at herself getting out of the shower. And brushing her teeth in the mirror, doing her hair. All that fun jazz. She imagined her bob cut hair, her olive skin, the little freckles on the bridge of her nose.

She felt a tingle shimmering across her form; her eyebrows perked up in response as she looked over herself. Her long flowing hair had shrunken and changed back to her natural hair colour! She wasn't blue in the face anymore! She was herself!

She almost didn't catch that she was wearing nothing but a white towel around her impressive buxom; it wrapped tightly around her form, as if it were a second layer of skin.

Kyrie gasped, and tugged the sheet up over the curvature of her breasts; she sucked in air in an exaggerated gasp, finding she could feel the towel as an extension of her own body. A myriad of questions hit her then and there.

"Hah... that came as naturally as breathing, didn't it?" Lana smiled broadly, nodding her head encouragingly.

"I-I'll say. I just imagined myself in the bathroom and..." Kyrie cocked her head up. "Hey, you already figured this stuff out. Why don't you give it a shot?"

"...Ah... um..."  Lana fidgeted in her seat, her eyes turning away. She raised a hand to play with one of the sleek hair drills flanking her head.

"I... I already tried." Lana admitted. "I-I check all the resources, read self-help journals, but I look like this. I, ah, might be a special case..."

"...A special case?" Kyrie cocked her head to the side. She rubbed her chin. "A mutation of a mutation... y-you did hit that lab equipment really hard."

"I-I think I must've absorbed some of it, and, well..." Lana stirred, fussing with the straps of her apron as she rose to her feet. Kyrie shifted over, her attention enraptured as the apron slumped to the floor.

Lana in the nude was a sight to behold. Her nipples seemed permanently erect, pointed enough to pierce skin. Her entire body was chrome, and the way her thighs rubbed together, her entire body creaked like she was made of tin. But she didn't seem any less flexible... her curves were more accentuated, her breasts healthier. She had the hips of a mother but the stature of a supermodel.

"I don't know if I'm human anymore, but I can finally put the fat where people wanna see it, right?" Lana chuckled to herself, turning expectantly towards Kyrie; she was gawking at her with enraptured eyes.

It was a version of Lana that Kyrie might've fantasized about. She was still processing the shock.

"...Y... you're gorgeous." Kyrie stammered. "Stunning, I... o-oh, oh-"

A fire was rising up within Kyrie at the sight of Lana presenting herself; her voice caught in her throat as her body tingled, gyrated, and shifted on its own.

Kyrie barely stifled a moan as her hips rocked on their own. She spread her legs, her fingers massaging her sleek blue labia; they opened on their own, liquid latex spilling from between her legs, dribbling to the floor. Her cheeks flared up as she moaned more, her body hot and tingling.

Kyrie was familiar with the purpose of the modified rubber trees: to produce liquid latex rapidly, constantly, and in greater quantities. She could feel her body swell and thicken with the onset of more mass, the liquid latex fusing with her legs. She gasped, her eyes landing squarely on Lana, and she forcefully wrested her hand away from her aching loins. The towel she had been grasping slipped from her grasp, melting into ooze as it enveloped her form once again; her true blue colours reemerged, patterns swelling excitedly.

"L-Lana, I... I'm so horny, wh... why am I producing...?" Kyrie bit her lip. "I-I'm cumming, j-just at the thought of, of-"

"Maybe I can stimulate you a bit."

Lana pinned Kyrie to the sofa, coercing her into a lying position; Kyrie's slick, oozing form sunk into the creases and gaps of the sofa, dribbling onto the floor. Lana lowered herself onto Kyrie, her arm hovering above her. Tension built as she focused her energy; the form slicked, her fingers joining, converging into a single point...

Vrrrrr...

Kyrie's eyes widened with realization that Lana's forearm was changing. Wide at the base, with ridges along to the tip, it pulsated and vibrated as if powered by electricity. It was an extra large dildo.

Kyrie tensed up, her hungry vagina widening, walls opening as if beckoning to be filled. Lana didn't waste her opportunity; she smiled to herself as she plunged it inside of Kyrie's aching pussy. Kyrie's body gyrated as she arched her back, grunting lustily as she raised her hips, pressing her body against the vibrator. She could feel her body liquidizing, melting against the kinetic energy, the heat, the smooth surface...

Kyrie wriggled her toes as her legs bonelessly stretched past Lana and around the room. She lashed out her arms and wrapped them around Lana, pulling herself up as her tongue lolled, her breath hot and heavy. She kissed Lana, her tongue forcing its way down Lana's mouth like a snake as it grew rapidly in length. Their ballooning breasts fought each other for space between their collapsing, melting bodies as they vibrated, coalescing, and swirled together, their bodies slumping formlessly to the floor as patterns of blue and silver swirled around each other, feeling each other on the outside, the inside, and through each other all at once.

"Kyrie! I... ah... hah..." Lana's voice gasped constantly as her form struggled to reform; it flopped with a wet squelch, her lips drifting underneath the sofa. "This is... wh-what is-"

"Let's figure it out... together..." A hand reached out from the puddle of ooze to grab something, but only managed to pull down a sofa cushion onto their shared mass. They giggled in unison, their amorphous bodies feeling each other up, rubbing against each other as tendrils coiled together; their bodies melded like paint in a mixer.

True love often found a way... and it appeared that both of the girls were eager to make further discoveries into their shared condition.

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