Commission: Latex in Love (Part 4)
Added 2021-06-21 11:17:11 +0000 UTCSummary: 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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Even with Regis in her corner, Luna had particular difficulties with her new, liquid latex body.
Her malleable body trembled anxiously, the ooze within constantly shifting like water inside of a filled balloon. Streaks of black ooze trickled from her body in streams like rain drops, and disappeared into a puddle at her feet. She could feel her body tremble excitedly, electricity tickling at her as her heavyset body contented itself on endless, around the clock production of liquid latex.
She had given herself fully to her amorphous body in a week's time, dedicated to exploring her body and conducting her own experiments—she was a scientist, after all. Her body really was a strange thing. Despite her constant production of liquid latex, her body seemed content to violate the principle of matter conservation on a constant basis.
At least, when she was conscious and in control. Things got strange whenever she went to bed with Regis, when her form would melt into a heap, and then spread across their entire condo; she likened it to a strange manner of sleep-walking, though it was hard to reconcile the tactile sensation of being wedged between sofa covers in the living, lapping across the ceiling in their bedroom, and collecting in the tub in the bathroom, all at the same time. The entire house would frequently receive a makeover as shiny black and red latex was eager to coat itself all over everything.
To make less of a mess of things, she tried relocating to the pool area; it was the biggest area in the house, and her body had no objections to sleeping on a hard, tiled floor. Even there, she couldn't distract herself from her abnormalities; she tended to wake up to a strange perspective, breasts pressing against the sides of the pool, as she had grown to a towering height of at least twenty feet. If she sat up straight, she'd probably break through the roof.
The alien quirks of her body had distanced herself emotionally from her human side. She understood that her purpose was to produce liquid latex, and to do so endlessly. And her bountiful breasts were certainly eager to produce, the ebony spheres constantly inflated. But she was a woman underneath the layers of slime, and she found herself nostalgic for her own body.
A strange thought, to be sure. Luna scoffed at the notion. She didn't much care for her previous self. While women would kill to have her proportions—her pear-shaped waist, her heart-shaped chin, her pendulous breasts, her baby-bearing hips, her luscious lips—they largely served as distractions in the workplace. She'd rather be admired for her diligence and her intelligence, not for her supermodel looks.
Her condition had progressed considerably, she lamented. She felt less solid than before; her mind had adjusted to the peculiarities of her form, and she had taken to oozing around the house instead of walking, slipping between door frames just to test her abilities. Walking around felt like a distant memory at this point.
From the pool of shimmering, latex ooze, a stalk arose, twisting and looping towards a mirror propped up against the wall. Her arms, head, and billowing tendrils of slime-like hair formed at the end of the tendril, giving her the appearance of a patterned lamia. She looked over herself in the mirror, her eyes following the trail that the rest of her body left, travelling towards the pool.
She lowered herself to the tile floor, legs and feet forming where she gracefully touched down... but her feet were terribly soft and extremely pliable, melting and collapsing at the slight pressure. She found herself standing in a puddle of ooze, her legs pressed into a single limb. Her hair merged with the giant stalk of ooze that travelled to the pool like an enormous ponytail.
"..."
Luna was determined not to give herself entirely to the ooze. She was human, despite everything that had come to pass. Besides, she had no problems keeping her shape together before.
She closed her eyes, focusing inwards. She tried to see herself as others saw her, from the top down.
The ooze at her feet burbled, tendrils coiling around her ankles; a seam split her legs in two as the puddle shrunk around her. She parted her newly-defined legs, now shimmering a familiar skin-tone. She raised her hands to her hair, the single goopy shapes giving way to defined stranges of luscious hair. She inhaled deeply as she could feel her breasts swelling, growing perkier...
...But perhaps she relaxed a little too quickly. She exhaled sharply, wet streaks trailing back down her body and sploshing back around her ebony form. Her arms flopped to the side, sinking into her pronounced hips. She still looked like something out of a sci-fi horror movie...
And then she teetered over backwards, her ass splashing into a puddle of liquid ooze. Luna was terribly distracted lately; the puddle burbled as she huffed to herself in annoyance, small tendrils lashing around the puddle.
Do you need help, honey?
Luna's eyes widened, a gollop of ooze splattering off from one of her bangs as she flinched; her husband's voice hovered in her mind like he was in the room with her. But she would've felt him if he were here...
"Regis?" She blinked. "Am I hearing you correctly?"
I've been hearing your thoughts all morning. Just wanted to check in.
"Ah..." Luna frowned, chuckling bashfully. "I-I didn't realize our thoughts went both ways."
Maybe you shouldn't worry about how others see you. What if you picked a look you like?
"Hm..." Luna tilted her head. She thought about it. She had gotten used to the idea of being a labtech, but she had her own interests... it was perhaps a touch silly and foppish, but she had been through a lot, she felt entitled to a bit of self-indulgence.
When she was younger, she liked playing dress up, wearing all kinds of hats, putting on all kinds of dresses. She thought about bringing back some of her old, cutesy looks back for Regis, but she had always put those thoughts aside in pursuit of a professional career. And it wasn't like she brought a lot of costumes with her...
...But things were different now. She was a shapeshifter. She could do anything she wanted. She smiled giddily to herself...
She thought about trying on a maid outfit; one suited to Regis' refined tastes. She liked their understated charm, a badge of a hard worker, yet boasted classical panache. She focused inwards...
Her ooze rippled around her waist, before flaring out on all sides, resembling a jellyfish. It smoothed out, reaching to her ankles as frills danced along the surface, forming an apron with a texture resembling cotton. A lacey headpiece caressed the top of her head, her legs turned white as if caressed by stockings, and her feet shifted slightly, heels forming beneath her as she ascended.
She winced, feeling the tactile sensation of the entirety of her ooze reincorporate with her, flowing along the floor like a river and into her backside. But soon, as she relaxed, she only felt the air on her skin. She opened her eyes, admiring her look. She looked normal again, her normal... perhaps with an extra classical touch.
She lowered two hands, fluttering the hem of the skirt with a smile, turning back and forth to admire herself in the mirror. She really did look the part of a maid... she thought about preparing a nice lunch for Regis on his break. Though she supposed Regis was already in her head, so it wouldn't be much of a surprise... but it was the thought that counted.
She hurried to the kitchen, reaching for whatever ingredients caught her fancy with a decidedly elastic reach. Curry was a nice, easy dish to throw together with odds and ends. It suited their tastes. Her arms whipped around the kitchen, shaking spices into a bowl to mix together. She flexed her hand as she reached for a cutting board, laying out an onion; her hand flattened, curved, and shaped into a jet-black edge that resembled Damascus steel, before she hurriedly diced up the onions, along with other vegetables she had on hand. It was nice to have her knives on hand, rather literally at that.
She hummed along as the meal progressed in a hurry; she began to saute the vegetables in the heated pan, stirring them with a wooden spatula.
"...?"
Luna felt a strange, warm feeling in her hand. She had spaced out in her routine, and refocused her attention.
"GAH!" She choked out a gasp, seeing the curry take on a blank, inky quality. Her hand clutching the spatula had melted down to an indistinct limb, inky drops streaking down the spatula's handle and mixing with the curry sauce. The spatula plopped into the pot with a wet plap, her hand completely lost in the curry from the wrist down.
She recoiled her arm, wincing as strands of ooze stretched to connect her to the rim of the pot; she really had made a mess of the stovetop, there was inky splatter everywhere. She examined her arm with a pensive look; the stub, and the trickles of slime traveling up her forearm, were stark reminders of her alien form.
Hey, are you making lunch?
Luna perked her head up; Regis was in her head again.
I was going to keep this a secret, because it was one of your birthday gifts, but... check in the little cubby above the pantry.
She glanced over. She paced over, her neck stretching another foot to peek into the cubby as she creaked the door open with her good hand...
"Oh? Oh!"
Of course. Oven mitts. They were custom-made, patterned with soft, pink roses. They were very cute, and had an understated quality to them.
She slipped one onto her oozing hand; the ooze expanded underneath, filling all the space it could. She flexed her mitt, getting a good grip, and tried a few experimental stirs of the curry that was still sizzling.
...Her hand wasn't melting anymore! She'd have to toss out this potful, but she could cook! And she could clean too, thankfully... she'd have to clean up the mess she left behind, inky rubber latex coating the stovetop.
"Thank you, Regis..." She muttered, smiling broadly to herself.
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Jake was having difficulty focusing on work today. Tessa was making a lot of noise in the basement. It wasn't like he had a lot of work to do on a weekend, but it was difficult to focus with the muted pounding going on downstairs.
Tessa had taken to testing her own abilities around the house. She was in love with her body now, and made no attempt to disguise her enthusiasm, and her exercises were getting stranger with each passing day. Jake wondered if it might've been better to drop her off at the abandoned chocolate factory...
He decided to put a pin in what he was doing and continue it later. Maybe tomorrow. It was a Saturday. He rose from his chair and descended down to the ground floor.
"'Scuz me!~"
Tessa exclaimed, her voice excited and jubilant, bouncing off the walls. Jack backed up to the landing, witnessing a peach-hued ball, stripes of brown curving around the sides, hurtling down the hallway, ricocheting from wall to wall. With every collision it made with a wall, Jack could see it flatten slightly, and then rebound again, seemingly faster than before.
He staggered back as the ball bounced off against the front door, hurtling down into the basement as it ricocheted off a strategically-angled door. Tessa giggled as her voice grew distant; the sound the ball made while bouncing reminded him of his high school days playing kickball.
"H-hey, Tessa, slow down there!" Jake chased after her. "That's where the entertainment center is!"
Hurrying down the stairs, Jake caught up to Tessa and slammed his foot down on the ball, pinning it to the ground. His eyebrow perked up as it continued to wriggle underneath the pressure of his foot, bending and yielding.
"Awwww, I'm always careful!" The ball responded with a chuckle in Tessa's voice, though it lacked a mouth with which to speak.
The ball sank to the ground, seams sinking into the shiny, rubbery exterior. They were limbs, though hardly recognizable as they were, so tightly coiled and wrapped around each other. They shimmied around, loosening and sprawling to the ground in piles, before shortening, lashing, straightening into defined arms and legs.
The ball flattened into a body and torso, and before long, Tessa was smirking up at Jake with a wide grin; Jake's cheeks turned scarlet as he found his foot nestled in between her cleavage.
"Should watch where you're walking, bud~" She snickered. Jake staggered back, raising his foot; he glanced at the visible footprint left in Tessa's soft, pliable body.
"Well when you get going, there isn't much that's going to stop you..." Jake shrugged. "Any breakthroughs on, uh, exploring your body?"
"Oh, lots! Holy crap, it's amazing! All my back pain, gone, it's just like, shshshsh~"
She mimicked a sound effect from some action movie she recalled as she arched her back in a wide arc, reaching ten feet in diameter. Her torso looped around as her body squeaked and creaked, like a rubber band being stretched over and over. Her head surged forward as her neck wrapped around Jake's shoulders.
"You should try it sometime. I hear squeezing soft objects is great for stress relief." She purred, her perky breasts pressing into his backside.
"You're naked," Jake muttered through a blush, matter-of-factly. "Aren't you cold? The air conditioning is pretty powerful down here."
"Mmn, I kinda find clothes... constricting." Tessa chuckled. "Would this help?"
Her body shimmered, her peach-hued skin darkening into a form-fitting latex one-piece that caressed and hugged her entire body from the neck down. It protected her modesty, though it left little to the imagination with regards to her emphatic curves and pronounced chest that bounced with every subtle movement.
"You wanna see what else I can do?" Tessa whispered into Jake's ear. "The basement's got all kinds of nooks and crannies I've been able to get into~"
"...eh? Really?" Jake blinked. "I-I mean, I guess it makes sense, but-"
"Watch, I'll show you!" Tessa nodded, snapping back to her regular proportions as she paced over to the far wall. She gestured to a small hole down below, one used for feeding cables through behind the wall to hide the complexity of the entertainment unit that dominated the basement. She got down to her knees, turning to Jake with a knowing wink, before raising her arms; they lengthened, coiling and twisting together until they tightly bound together, and then pressed into the hole. She inched her body forward, feet kicking against the carpet as she slithered forward; her breasts compressed awkwardly as her head and chest squeezed in, and so did the rest of her lengthening body.
Jake blinked as Tessa's feet bonelessly slipped into the hole. He could hear shuffling in the walls... Tessa's body had been stretched to a thin noodle, snaking around the wooden foundations of the house between the walls.
"Woooooo, I'm a ghooooost living in the waaaaalls!~" Tessa's muffled voice crept out from between the thin walls; she had made it to the ceiling!
"B-be careful in there," Jake stammered. "It's gotta be dark right...?"
"I got a feel for this, I've been shimmying around all day. I even spied on you while you weren't looking through an electrical outlet!~" Tessa's unseen voice cackled.
"Seriously??" Jake could only laugh at the absurdity of Tessa's declaration.
"And I'm over heeeere now~" Tessa's voice shifted to another wall. "And now I'm in the vents now, heheh- OH!"
"T-Tessa??" Jake looked around, trying to pin Tessa down. "A-are you okay??"
"O-oh, I'm fine! Actually, I found something!" With a kchunk, a plate loosened from the floor; Tessa bobbed her head up, waving a remote control.
"The remote control! Must've fallen through the grate into the ventilation at some point." She lifted the remote. "Y'think it still works?"
"Oh, it's been down there the entire time..." Jake rubbed his chin. "With any luck, we'll just need to swap out the batteries."
"You wanna have a movie night?" Tessa swivelled up from the grate, her body wobbling back and forth like a cobra as her body slid through the walls, around the ceiling... it hadn't occurred to her how far she had stretched, how constrictive the space was, but fitting into narrow crevices came easily to her.
"Sure, we can order takeout tonight." Jake smirked. "You're not gonna make a habit of sneaking through the walls though, right? We got doors for getting around..."
"Awww, but it's fun! Like cave spelunking." Tessa nodded, scratching her nose. "You never know what you're gonna find... I thought we'd never find that dang remote again."
"Just don't go looking for buried pirate treasure..." Jake sighed under his breath, rubbing the back of his head.
Later that evening, the two settled down on the sofa, with various cartons of Chinese takeout on a table in front of them. They hugged each other, enjoying the closing moments of a romantic period drama.
Tessa had wrapped her arms around Jake, over and over; her soft body pressed against his, her head laying on his chest as she rhythmically tightened and relaxed her grip. Jake smiled to himself, running a hand through her long, brown hair.
After so much excitement, it was nice to have a quiet evening together, as a couple...
"This is nice..." Tessa cooed, turning to Jake.
"It's all because of you, honey." Jake nodded. "I love you."
"Love you too..." Tessa smiled drunkenly, the weight of overindulging on cantonese chow mein weighing on her.
They exchanged a tender kiss as the movie's orchestral score swelled...
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Brisk early mornings were the perfect time of day for a run, as most any hobbyist jogger would tell you. They were cool, refreshing, and good for clearing one's mind before the rest of the world stirred awake. Regis had taken to the habit, but Luna opted to accompany him as she started to find her legs again.
The air felt nice on her skin as she garbed herself in a grey jumpsuit-hoodie combo. Of course, the choice of attire was merely a facade for her inky form, and she was technically naked, but it wasn't like the average layperson could tell the difference without getting a really close look. That didn't stop Luna from side-eying the houses that they passed by.
"Hah..." Regis huffed through a smile. "How long have you been on that second wind?"
"Second wind? I think I'm still on my first..." Luna replied as casually as if she were relaxing on the sofa. She was hardly out of breath; she wondered if she was even breathing, or just mimicking Regis' motions.
With each step she took, the kinetic energy rippled through her entire body, bouncing from her thighs into her hair follicles. Her chest wobbled emphatically with every step, as did her ass, against her form-fitting clothes. There wasn't a drop of sweat on her body...
She told herself she'd keep pace with Regis, but excitement was bubbling within her with the concentration of kinetic energy. She clenched her fists and pumped her legs harder, speeding along.
Regis cocked his head up as Luna surged ahead. "Luna...?"
She smiled to herself, her legs travelling in broad arcs. She was absolutely sprinting, faster than she ever thought possible. She was hardly the best athlete in school, but now she could probably ace those track meets; the world around her blurred as she accelerated, faster and faster, her legs powerfully pumping with each long stride she took.
She was practically bouncing across the ground now and soaring through the air with each step, her stride reaching eight, nine, ten feet at a time. She had no idea how fast she was going; she just cut through the air effortlessly, her legs pumping and springing her forward, her hair blowing behind her in a trail.
Boing. Boing. Boing...
"LUNA! LOOK OUT!"
"Ah?"
Luna zoned out as she accelerated; it was only then that she noticed that she was soaring fifteen feet in the air. And the ground was quickly rushing to her feet.
"ACK!" She nearly caught her landing, but her legs compressed like accordions before springing her back upwards, another twenty feet! She frantically kicked her legs as she tipped forward, her arms flailing as she flipped forward, her face tilted down...
She found herself far above the ground, flying above an otherwise gentle downhill slope. She had reached the apex of her inadvertent jump, and was travelling to the ground face-first.
She reflexively covered her eyes, curling up into a ball as she raised her knees to her chest. As she spun forwards, her knees pressed against her arms, shlorping together as the creases in her body ebbed away. Her hair stretched, spread across her limbs, and enveloped her form; it took on the texture and colour of her inky, ebony and scarlet slime woman form. Underneath the sleek, rubbery form of her skin, she melted, forming into a large rubber ball that soared and spun through the air.
Luna wasn't sure what was happening, everything was moving so quickly. She just felt her body slam against the ground, absorbing the impact, and launching it at an angle at the top of the slope. She was spinning, surging, speeding out of control as an oversized rubber ball, zooming and bouncing down the incline, rapidly picking up speed.
"UwawawawawAGH!!"
Her distorted, muffled exclamations fell on deaf ears as she bounced through the streets. She collided hard with a fire hydrant, sending her hurtling into an alley; she ricocheted off an open dumpster lid, ascending up the alley. There were no signs she was slowing down!
She launched over several roofs, back towards the hill in the direction of an astonished Regis. Her black, spherical form cast a shadow over the sleepy town.
"REEEEEEEGIS!!" Luna wailed as she flew towards him. Regis parted his legs, squinting to eye her trajectory, dove hard to the right...
...And, with his arms extended forward, caught Luna before she could hit the ground. He held her close to his chest.
"A-are you hurt? That was, um, quite a trip you had..." Regis grimaced, turning the ball in his hands; Luna's face turned to him, her cheeks aflush.
"Uhm... gosh, I hope no one saw that." Luna muttered, her eyes drifting to the side. "That really was a nasty little spill..."
Her eyes rose to look into his with appreciation, smiling slightly.
"That... that was a nice catch, dear." She cooed.
"Heh, thanks. I played goalkeeper in collegiate footie, you know." He winked, flashing her a confident smile.
"My hero...~" She giggled.
"What do you say we head home?" Regis tilted his head invitingly. "Think that's enough excitement for the both of us." He squeezed Luna gently, still a perfect spherical rubber ball.
"I'll say. Just let me get a little more comfortable..."
Luna shifted in Regis' hands, her form oozing and expanding right before his eyes. He parted his arms as the ball stretched in two directions, arcing, and thickening out. Her limbs sprouted anew, her arms nestled just underneath her blossoming chest as they inflated upwards towards Regis. She kicked her legs off the side, lying back as Regis cradled her in his arms.
It was a somewhat humorous sight—her large proportions dwarf him—but she was light enough to carry. She pressed her head against Regis' cheek.
"Shall we get going?" She purred, adjusting herself.
Regis stared, astonished, his cheeks flushed, scarlet red. Luna really was confident now, and her shapeshifting seemed so natural now, so effortless. He reciprocated her smile, and found his legs as he turned around.
"You really are a wonder of a woman, Luna..." Regis hoisted her up to get a better grip.
"I think I'm adjusting to my body quickly enough." Luna nodded. "I'm just happy that you're in my corner... to catch me when I fall, as it were."
"Couldn't stop yourself from making a pun, huh?" Regis chuckled; Luna bounced in his gentle but firm grip.
"You know me better than anyone, honey~" Luna beamed, flashing a bright and sunny smile.
She stretched out her neck so her head could reach Regis; she planted a kiss squarely on his right cheek, before retracting it with a good-natured giggle.
"Showing off now, are we?" Regis' eyebrow perked up.
"No one's watching us~" She chuckled, a devilish glint in her eye.
Regis carried Luna all the way home, and worked together making breakfast for the first time in a long while. A couple was an extension of each other, after all; it seemed natural that they do everything together, building tender memories along the way.
