Commission: Latex In Love, Part 3 (18+)

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

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Regis had been out like a light for the last several hours. Everything had gone dark... and he didn't know how long he was out for when his eyes opened again.

He groaned, stirring on top of the bed sheets. He groaned; his head felt funny.

Regis...

He heard Luna calling his name. He couldn't tell from what direction though. He felt her hand reaching for his, squeezing it gently. He rolled over onto his side to get a better look at her.

"...Luna... Luna??"

He did a double take, glancing at the hand he held. It was a facsimile of her hand... only it was jet black, with familiar red accents that swirled like watercolours. His eyes followed her arm; it had bonelessly flopped onto the bed sheets, extending off of the bed...

...And into a pool of black, writing ooze. His hand froze, and her hand slipped free; with a single curling finger, it beckoned Regis, before slipping into the ooze with a bloop.

Regis sat up straight, his back riding up the bedrest. He looked around the room. Wherever he looked, there was slime. Several feet of slime claimed the floor, almost rising up to the bed; along the walls and up the furnitures, black tendrils coiled around table legs, wardrobes,

Regis...

Her void called out again. He couldn't pin it down. A tendril burbled up from the ooze, coiling around his leg playfully. Regis looked down. Her touch was warm, tender...

Luna was in there somewhere. Maybe she was everywhere. He was determined to find her. He glanced at the bed, noting that his robe had been sprawled across the sheets; he quickly slipped it on, trying the front together, before taking a deep breath.

He slipped out of bed, his feet sinking into the ooze; with every step he took, the ooze crept through the space between his toes, clinging to him needingly. He waded through the bedroom, out of the hallway... everywhere he went, the black ooze greeted him, transforming their condo.

He made it to the stairwell, and gawked at the sight of it. Halfway down the stairs, the first floor was completely enveloped in black and red slime. His eyes scanned the surface, tendrils breaching its surface, curling and twisting, as if beckoning for Regis. Was Luna in control of any of this...?

He hurried down the steps, the ooze clinging to the bottoms of his feet. Soon it came up to his thighs. Then his knees. Then he couldn't feel the floor at all anymore, his body floating near the top, unnervingly close to the ceiling. There were lamps, vases, framed pictures floating atop the mess.

Regis...

Her voice again. It took on a flirty tone; why couldn't he pin down where it was coming from?

He worked on his stroke, swimming through the thick ooze. It felt like swimming through molasses, but... there seemed to be a current that carried him along, into the living room. He kept pushing through, kicking his feet, his face flushed as a thousand tiny tendrils tugged at his body.

In the center of the room, he saw something curious. A white disk... he paddled towards it, wondering if it would make for a decent flotation device. He never bought it at any auctions...

But as he approached, the disk rose on its own, suspended by a pillar of ooze. The disk tilted towards him, bobbing and swaying. Regis slowed, looking up at it.

Regis...

Some part of Regis understood. It wasn't a disc... it was a mask. His hand extended to caress the side of the appendage. No... to caress Luna.

His body jerked all of a sudden, and he gasped sharply. All around him, several tendrils burbled from the ooze; the tentacles slithered across his shoulders, his ankles, his torso, and pulled him downwards.

Shhhhh...

Regis struggled to stay above the surface, but Luna's voice was relaxing, almost hypnotic; his resistance ebbed away, and he allowed himself to sink, deeper and deeper into the inky depths of the ooze.

The world went dark again... silence, apart from the wet burbles of hundreds of gallons of living ooze. His senses surrendered to the ooze that surrounded him, pulsating with life, caressing him on all sides...

"Regis. It's me. Open your eyes."

Luna's voice cut through the silence. Regis did as he was told...

"...what?"

He had been transported somewhere else entirely... unexpected, yet familiar. The air was tinged with the slight aroma of smoke and perfume; the silence abated to the upswell of a skilled sax player, accompanied by a jazz band. There were patrons enjoying drinks and each other's company, the mutterings of a dozen partygoers filling the room.

And in the next seat over from Regis sat Luna... the Luna he remembered. Her red ponytail slumped over her shoulder, her scarlet eyes and luscious lips, her curves. She crossed her legs, rocking her six-inch heels as she stirred her drink.

Regis admired her choice of attire, a black latex dress that hugged her voluptuous curves, squeezing her thighs.

"Luna? Is that you?" Regis asked, a touch of concern in his voice. "What was all that, with the slime, and the..."

"You don't like what you see?" She pouted in a somewhat exaggerated fashion.

"N-no, that's not it, it's just..." Regis took a better look at Luna. "You wore that to our first date, yeah?"

"You noticed, huh?" Luna smiled. "I thought I was trying way too hard for our first date.. but it got a laugh out of you, huh?"

"Hell of an icebreaker." Regis smirked. "...It looks good on you. Even better now... you wear it with a lot more confidence."

"Do you  know where we are, Regis?" Luna wondered aloud.

"Y... yeah." Regis nodded. "Our first date here."

He looked around the jazz bar. Everything felt accentuated in a strange way. The seductive aroma of smoke, the melodies of the band...

He took a sip of his drink. The rum and coke tasted a little sweeter too...

"...What are we doing here?" Regis asked Luna. "We were in our condo, and then-"

"We're sharing a happy memory together~" Luna smiled. "Just the two of us."

"...how is that possible?" Regis lowered a hand to pinch his arm. "I'm not dreaming, am I?"

"In a sense..." Luna tilted her head, trying to choose her words carefully.

"Our minds became one, Regis." Luna turned to Regis, her latex squeaking subtly as she shifted her body. "We can occupy the same dreams, relive the same memories... isn't it wonderful?"

Regis paused. Luna had cultivated a remarkable power; she could control his perceptions. In a sense, reality was whatever she made it.

...to an extent...

"This... isn't real then." Regis blinked. Luna paused in turn, a disheartened look flashing in her needy eyes.

"It's close enough, isn't it?" Luna purred, leaning over until Regis could feel her breath on the nape of his neck. "We can spend every day together, just the two of us, reliving our happiest memories. You remember that trip to Italy? The sunset we saw casting its reflection over the canal..."

"I don't want to relive old memories..." Regis admitted. "I-I mean, it's nice, and I appreciate the gesture, but... I want to make new memories with you, every day. I want to be with the real you."

"This is the real me, Regis." Luna raised her head. "At least here I am, I'm... I'm human, not a weird... slime thing."

Luna hugged her drink as she slumped over the bar, her eyes staring forward, dejected. Regis paused.

"Luna, honey..." He shuffled over to her side. "No matter what, you'll always be you. You're compassionate, intelligent, empathetic... you're the woman I love."

He tugged at her dress just above her elbow; she blushed at the tension, how the latex hugged her form.

"...no matter what you're made of."

Luna blushed. Regis knew how to undress her emotionally with just the slightest touch. She stirred in her seat.

"Regis..." She glanced up. "I just... wanted to do something nice for you."

"Can you tell me what happened?" Regis asked. "How you... got that way."

Luna paused. She stirred her drink idly, deep in thought. Her red eyes rose, staring at a faraway point.

"...No secrets between us..." Luna pushed her drink aside. Her high heels clicked against the floor as she stood up. She sat in Regis' lap, wrapping her legs around his backside. Her hot breasts pressed against his chest.

She pressed her forehead against his, and closed her eyes. And as they touched...

"Ah-" Regis gasped. He felt a strange tension, his head swirling. The bar rippled around him, blurring into itself like so many water colours.

Everything went dark again. That strangely familiar inky darkness enveloped him...

It was at the lab. The higher ups were toying with a genetically modified specimen of Hevea brasiliensis... the Amazon rubber tree. They thought that they could modify its compounds to produce a natural latex that was stronger, more resistant to wear... that could be produced at a faster rate than ever before.

Luna had disappeared into the darkness, yet her voice echoed from everywhere at once. It was like she was in his head... Her thoughts were his thoughts.

The blackness rippled into view once more. Regis found himself in a room. It was white, sterile... fluorescent lights reflected off the walls and the stainless steel floors.

Early testing proved encouraging; they were practically gushing with liquid latex just underneath the bark. They wanted to rush it to the farms; the applications were endless.

Upon a second look, Regis noticed some strange things. He felt like he was there, but he could make out the curvature of Luna's breasts in his peripheral view. She had garbed herself in a black, form fitting hazmat suit that hugged her curves. He could perceive the tautness of the suit on her skin like it was his own.

But the trees couldn't handle the extra payload. They could develop cysts, rupture, and explode. They were unstable. I tried to impart this onto the decision-makers, but they didn't listen to me. For all they cared to know, I was just a bimbo playing lab-tech. There weren't other women in the lab; just gawking scientists looking to try flimsy pick-up lines.

Through Luna's helmet, a single tree sat in a plastic planter. Its surface swelled and pulsates as bubbles travelled underneath the bark. The bark had taken on the qualities of latex; it was flexible, smooth, and inflated like a balloon, stretched taut. Luna's heels clicked as she approached the tree.

I didn't have any support, so I had to perform my own experiment, grasp my own sample. If the natural rubber compound was truly unstable, I had to produce a sample, prove its lack of viability. I tracked down the progeniting specimen, and was ready to dissect it.

Luna produced a knife, and raised it to the bark, carefully running it along to produce an incision...

I didn't fully appreciate the risks.

POW! The bark exploded, sending Luna to the floor; her helmet had been wrested from her head from the force, and she crumbled to the floor. She was covered by a layer of white, liquid latex.

"Ugh..." She groaned, trying to shake it off. But it clung to her insistently.

...Actually, it was moving, Shifting, undulating along her form. She winced, feeling it squeeze at her hips, crawling up the side of her body.

I didn't realize it at the time, until it was too late.

Underneath the ooze, she felt the strangest tingling. She couldn't see that her hazmat suit was melting underneath the ooze. Maybe it was the strange chemical aroma the ooze gave off that soothed her nerves. Or maybe it was the rhythmic pulsating that teased at her naked body as it rode up her waist, nestling between the cleavage of her breasts.

In a moment of lucidity, Luna looked down. She saw the sleek white substance stretched over her breasts, her nipples perky and erect.

It was coating her. White tendrils emerged from the mass, exploring her voluptuous body.

I always heard it from friends that plants have lives of their own as well, but I always discarded it as the pretentious babbling of hipsters. But this was different. This plant was alive.

She gasped, trying to get away... but one tendril grasped this opportunity.

...And it had chosen me.

"MMPH!" She grunted as a slimy tentacle slammed into her mouth, pulsating as it filled her mouth, preventing her from taking a breath, or even screaming. She could feel it travel down her throat, settling into her gut. It was so heavy...

She leaned back as the ooze pounded at her pussy, surging into her womb with thrust after thrust. Her ass heaved as the ooze found a third entryway. Her entire body, hot, hurting, and heavy, writhed against the floor. Her skin was burning as a thousand tiny needles pressed against her.

Her body went slack, her legs coiling together. Her body tingled. In the corner of her eye, she saw the puddle of ooze travelling back to the planter, towards the remains of the tree that had exploded into barely recognizable bits. Her body shifted along the floor, squeaking audibly.

Her womanly body was becoming less and less recognizable. She was melting... potentially dying. She couldn't tell where she ended and where the slime began. Her eyelids fluttered as her head sunk into the ooze, tendrils wrapping around her, dragging her under.

Soon she had succumbed entirely to the ooze; it travelled across the floor, returning to the planter, sinking into the soil; the remains of the tree crumbled into pieces, lacing the soil.

The progenitor tree died giving its gift to me, its remains fertilizing the site of my rebirth...

From the planter, over the course of hours, a tree sprouted, and grew rapidly. It's trunk swelled, thickest at the center, before two branches sprouted, lowering to wrap around its center.

Its memories became my memories, memories of a thousand knives cutting into me, extracting everything I could offer, consigned to an existence where I couldn't scream for help...

The bark tightened, the branches curving into a familiar form... hips rounded out, shoulders chiselled, compressing and given form as if it were clay. It looked like Luna, in the nude, hollow wooden eyes staring off into the distance as she hugged herself in a wooden cocoon.

I became something not quite human... no, more than human.

A seam developed down the middle of the tree; it opened wide. A familiar, black ooze billowed out to the floor, puddling around the planter.

Black fingers, dotted with scarlet fingernails, grasped at the seams, wresting them open. The tree's hollow frame crumbled to the floor as the ooze slid forward, hitting the ground with a wet plop. From the puddle, a pillar of ooze jutted upward. Streaked with red highlights, a vaguely humanoid figure studied herself, the fronts and backs of her ebony hands.

Everywhere Luna looked, she only saw black slime. Her slime. She looked over herself with intense dread, her hands trying to cover her expanding breasts, her nipples dribbling oozing droplets; her arms hugged herself, bonelessly elongating to wrap around her form as she crumbled to the ground.

The ooze expanded, clinging to the walls, spreading across the floor as it spread. Soon the lights were covered up. Everything was dark.

This was my purpose: to produce endlessly... infinitely.

The darkness abated. Regis found himself back in their living room, on his side of the couch. The ambient lights were on. It all seemed typical. He cautiously felt around himself; he was all there...

He felt something shift at his ankles. There he saw the black ooze again, only ankle high now. He watched it travel along the walls, the floors, the carpets, retreating to one point...

Luna sat next to him, her legs spread. She was naked, moaning as a current of black ooze trickled up her legs, into her awaiting womanhood. It melded into her ebony, viscous skin.

She wore a simple white mask that completely obscured her facial features; Regis couldn't make out her expression... she sounded like she was getting off on herself.

She arched her back, willing the ooze to reintegrate with her. And when it had all returned to her, she relaxed.

"...it's the survival instinct of plants and animals to pass one's gifts to a new generation. To sew one's seeds... to produce plentifully."

Baring her body to Regis, she caressed her breast; Regis watched as her nippled oozed, lactating more of the black ooze down the curvature of her glossy, perfect breasts. They rose and fell with every breath she took.

Her hair had been let down long ago; it coated her backside, her shoulders in a black sheen. She stroked her bare leg, watching as the surface rippled like oil on water.

Regis understood that his wife was no longer human... no matter where he looked, there was rippling, swirling streaks of slime.

"Is... is that what happened to you?" Regis asked. "What I just saw..."

"It's like I said. Our minds are connected, linked together now." Luna muttered, her hands settling in her lap. "We're together now... my memories are your memories."

"Does... does this hurt?" Regis asked, worry in his eyes. "Are you in pain?"

"N... not physically. It feels... good, in a way." Luna stirred, her body producing a wet sucking noise as her ass travelled into the crease of the sofa.

"Why are you worried about me? I... I did something to you." Luna turned away. "Something I can never take back..."

"...Luna..." Regis shook his head. "We were together ever since we exchanged our vows. This... this mind meld thing isn't a big deal!"

"E-even then, I could've told you, but... something awakened inside me, I... I needed you. I wanted to share everything with you!"

Luna tried to pull her hair, but it only stretched in her grasp, forming piles in her lap.

"I came to tell you that I needed to go someplace to be alone, so I couldn't hurt anyone, but I saw you, and I didn't stop myself, I... I'm a monster-"

"You're not a monster!"

Regis grabbed Luna's shoulders, his tough grip warping her shoulders. She gasped sharply, and was quickly stunned into silence. Regis's eyes narrowed.

"Your name is Luna Vasquez. You're my wife. Whatever happened to you... I want to make sure you're alright. I love you, more than anything in the world, Luna..."

He reached forward to grab the mask adhered to Luna's face; he gently removed it, tossing it aside.

"...and you don't need to be putting on appearances to fool me." Regis smiled warmly.

Her face was the same as Regis remembered. Sure, it was ebony black, and blackness had overcome the whites of her eyes, and her irises had a strange, otherworldly glow to them... but her cheeks, her chin, her being was unmistakably Luna.

She was star-struck. Her lips quivered.

"You don't... mind?" Luna asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I want to spend the rest of my life with you. To make memories we can share together. If that means accepting... your new gifts, well..."

He leaned in for a kiss; her trembling lips pressed against his, her breath hot and heavy. They embraced each other for several moments, before Regis brought his head back.

"...I could get used to this." Regis smiled warmly.

Luna quivered; she had been holding back a feeling inside of her, a powerful need. Her breasts clenched on their own, nipples oozing slime; she was practically gushing slime from between her legs.

"Ohhhhh God it's coming..." Luna moaned, arching her back. She was going to get liquid latex all over Regis at this rate, she was cumming in waves. "I-I'm so horny... I-I'm going to cum, and it's gonna get in the carpets, and, and...!"

"You... you wanna take this upstairs?" Regis paused, glancing at the growing puddle of ooze between her thighs, trickling down her legs.

"Not enough room!" She leaned forward, grabbing his shoulders. "Is the pool open yet!?"

"The guys were going to come fill it on Thursday- oh!"

Luna rose to her feet, lifting Regis in a bridal carry; she paused, groaning as she cummed again, the puddle growing at her feet. Regis hung on as she grew on her own, the ground more and more distant.

"Luna...?" This was awfully bold of her; he couldn't hide his grin.

"To the pool!" She exclaimed, her body finally unlocking; like a jet stream, her body elongated rapidly, through the winding halls of their luxury condo; it looked like a scene from The Shining, how her liquidy, amorphous form crashed against walls, carrying Regis along for the ride...

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Her form crashed through a double set of doors, opening into a large room. The faint scent of chlorine filled the area; the center of the room housed an empty basin for an inground pool that descended a little over ten feet.

It really was a luxury pool, full-sized even for a condominium. Luna's slimy form dropped Regis into a lounging chair, before she spilled into the pool; she moaned as her form sloshed about the pool.

Regis rolled over, pacing slowly to the edge of the pool. He couldn't make out Luna's face, or her body in the ooze. Only an inky, red-streaked blackness that slowly crept along the sides of the pool, filling it out. The surface rose so rapidly...

"Ah~"

Luna exhaled, her head cresting the surface; her hair lashed back behind her as she floated to the surface, lying atop the surface of a sea of ooze; her hair flowed down her shoulders, melding with the ooze, and her breasts, perky and erect, swelled with aplomb.

She eased herself into a lying position, arm propping up her head as she crossed her shapely legs; she lay atop her ooze like it was a mat. She curled her finger playfully.

"Come on in Regis. The water is delightful~" She purred in a sultry voice.

Regis didn't need to be asked twice; he was already futzing with his robe to try and get it off, but he was struggling with the knot. He staggered back, trying to wrest it free...

Luna was getting impatient. Two tentacles slithered out from the pool of ooze, wrapping around his waist and shoulders; her grip was firm, yet careful.

"Don't worry about that old thing... I'll undress you myself."

The tendrils tightened their grip, hoisting Regis into the air and dragging him into the pool with a wet smack and a burble; he dipped into her biomass, constantly shifting and rippling. She moaned, feeling Regis' entire body penetrating her form, coursing through her, the kinetic energy collecting in her sensitized regions...

Regis crested the surface, pressing his chest against hers; her breasts inflated further, flanking him like two cantaloupes, squeezing him on body sides. Her tentacles continued to coil around him, slipping down the collar to his robe, wresting it from his shoulders as they wrapped around his chest.

Her ebony hands grasped his shoulders, tensing needingly, her mouth opening to reveal her slick, black tongue; it grew, licking her luscious red lips, before it slithered forward, her head reaching forward on a rapidly elongating neck.

Their lips touched, and they moaned in unison. Luna's body was so soft, smooth to the touch, and it yielded to Regis' strong grip, wobbling anxiously; every subtle motion her body gyrated a little more, her skin adhering to his, sucking and kissing him all over...

As they embraced, her tendrils slithered down his waist, coiling around his legs, spreading them to get at his erect cock; she shifted her hips forward, a tendril rubbing at her labia from the ooze. Her lips widened, opening yearningly to be filled...

...A black tongue crept out from within, licking her vaginal lips hungrily, before coiling around Regis' cock. Her second tongue twisted playfully, tugging and teasing, running along the veins as she pumped him over and over. She moaned, her eyes wincing as her hips rocked, her chest bounced, her ass jiggled...

"Mmph- o-oh, God, Luna, that's..." Regis hissed, his breath hot and heavy. He pounded his hips over and over, every part of him submerged in Luna's embrace.

"You're cumming already?" Luna moaned excitedly, her voice echoing from both of her mouths. "We can't let the seed go to waste~"

Her vagina mouth lurched forward, closing on his erect cock, drinking in the white ejaculate that spilled out. Her body gurgled, squelched, pressing against him, pumping him for more and more. A nest of tentacles massaged Regis all over him, while her fingers ran through his hair, twisting into each other, over and over..

They had never been so madly passionate for each other. Luna was a beast, and she craved Regis' body. And Regis was into her passionate embrace, his entire body enveloped inside of her, sinking deeper and deeper.

He leaned his head forward, sucking at her neck; he could feel her amorphous body creep into his mouth, thrusting down his throat. His hand clenched at her breast, squeezing it like a stress-relief ball, her liquid latex form trickled through his fingers.

"O-oh goodness, Regis...!" She gasped; he remembered how much she liked to be kissed on the neck. It got her in such a tizzy...

Half a dozen tendrils, each the size of one of Regis' legs, sprouting from behind and crashed into his backside, coaxing him deeper and deeper into Luna's formless body; from every orifice she was producing more and more slime. The ooze crept higher as the lovers sank into the center, completely enveloped by Luna's love.

As the slime began to trickle across the tile floor, down the hallways, and slowly flood the apartment once more, their bodies pressed against one another, shifting as one just under the surface.

They belonged to each other... Luna, clingy as she was, would never let Regis go.

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