Commission: Latex in Love, Part 2 (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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Commission: Latex In Love, Part 2

After Tessa's strange day—her shedding, her transformation, her newfound superpowers—the night that followed was comparatively quiet. After being stretched through the winding hallways of her home, she reached her limit, and wanted nothing more than to conk out.

Eventually, she stirred awake, her eyelids fluttering open. The blinds obscured the window, so her bedroom was fairly dark; not pitch black or anything, but comfortable enough to sleep in. She sat up straight, trying to work out any kinks in her back with a good stretch; she felt a little stiff after so much bed rest.

"Ahhhh...~"

Her body tingled with delight as her body squeaked, eager to indulge her new abilities; her arms zipped in opposite directions, performing little loop-de-loops, and then pressed against the walls; her torso lengthened, showing off her perky little naval as her head ascended...

Thunk. She winced, her head smooshing against the ceiling, tilted at an awkward angle; her fists pressed against both walls, and her noodly arms flopped to the floor. She frowned to herself, feeling a touch unfulfilled; she loved the tautness and tension that came with stretching, but their bedroom was too small. And Tessa could stretch so far now.

She studied herself with a gawking look, noting that her elbows had simply melted away in the midst of her stretching. Tessa wondered if she was in the middle of a strange dream; she had to remind herself that the events of the previous day, in fact, did happen, and that they weren't some strange fever dream.

She turned her head, finding an empty spot where Jake usually rested. She momentarily wondered where he might've gone. Her eyes lazily drifted to the clock on the nightstand...

Oh hey, a note. She recognized Jake's handwriting. It was just out of reach; she reached to grab it; her fifteen-foot-long arm flopped helplessly along the floor, eluding her control for a time, but she figured out that it would be easier to continue stretching her arm; it rode up the side of the night stand, gripped the note, and coiled up her torso.

She chuckled to herself, getting a little ticklish from her rubbery body squeaking against itself. Once the note was at eye level, she studied it carefully...

Hi honey,

You're still asleep, so I logged into my work station in the other room. You slept through dinner, so I left a plate of spaghetti for you in the fridge. Don't forget to eat, okay?  Love Jake

"Awww..." She cooed, hugging the note to her chest. She glanced to the clock by her bed stand.

1:00PM. She did a double take; her arms began to rapidly detract, zipping across her body and along the floor, before they restored their proper proportions, just in time for Tessa to slap her cheeks in disbelief.

"Whoa!" She blinked. "How long was I out for?? Um... it was still daylight when Brad and I got back from the hospital, but then, we... and then I... fuck, was I out for eighteen hours??"

She muttered to herself incredulously, running her hand through her hair as she scratched her head. That was quite a nap she had...

...wait. Hair? Her hand froze above her head; she lowered it again and felt around some more. She distinctly remembered losing all of her hair, juuuust before things got freaky.

She needed to find a mirror. The bathroom would do. Her midriff creaked, undulating and swaying like a cobra as she allowed her body to elongate further. Her torso flowed from the bed sheets to the door as her body squeaked, tingling as she grew and grew.

She smiled to herself; stretching her body out like this was coming more naturally to her, but she delighted herself in that vague sense of doing something improper. Like she was breaking the law. It was exciting.

Tessa slipped into the hallway, around the corner, and bobbed her way into the bathroom. She flicked on the light switch and looked over herself in the mirror. She was surprised to find a... familiar face looking back at her.

Her hair was growing back! It was short, black, sort of a pixie cut, but it was all there. But what really stood out to her was her skin. The previous day it had turned a stark shade of bubble gum pink, but now her skin had returned to a more typical peachy pigment... though it remained unmistakably luscious, shiny, and smooth, as if massaged thoroughly in oils.

But apart from that, she looked... normal?? Even the browns of her eyes had come back! She squeaked with delight, feeling her face as a wide smile stretched her cheeks.

"I'm me again!!" She exclaimed with delight. "Oh my fuck I'm me again!~ Except with superpowers now, oh this is amaaazing- uhm?"

She felt a strange pressure on some distant part of her body, a pressure on her torso that stretched from the bathroom, through the hallway, and back into their bedroom. Someone bumped into her, momentarily compressing her into the wall. The extra nudge in addition to the tensile pressure felt so nice...

"Tessa? I guess you're up now?" Jake muttered from the hallway. "Kinda bumped into you and-"

"Eep!" Her cheeks flushed, and her body began to retract all at once; her lower half hopped gingerly out of bed, stomping along as it rushed to catch up with her midriff. She felt herself bump past Jake again before the entirety of her body reconvened in the bathroom.

She hobbled out of the bathroom, clutching a towel to cover her unmentionables... though her F-cup breasts seemed keen on pushing over the towels and bobbing out freely once more.

"D-don't you know to give a woman a little bit of privacy...?" She gave Jake a little bit of cheek and a strange, fluttery chuckle; Jake stared for a spell, clearing his throat.

"I was! But you were taking up the whole hallway!" Jake blustered. "And why're you wandering around the house butt-naked anyway??"

"Aw, c'mon big guy, we both know you're into it~" Tessa dropped the charade, dropping her towel to the floor, showing off her body to the fullest; she posed like a supermodel, though her body twisted unnaturally as she rocked her hips, and she managed to perform a full rotation of her upper body; the constriction against her skin felt delightful, and she let out a soft moan of satisfaction.

Tessa could get used to being naked all the time. Clothes were constricting... the world around her was constricting. She just wanted to cut loose, and her episode really did wonders for her adventurous spirit.

"Like what you see?" She purred, her neck elongating as she wrapped herself around his shoulders. Jake's cheeks flushed up. "You don't seem too surprised to see me back to my usual self again..."

"Y-you were like that when I was getting out of bed, but... you were sleeping so peacefully, I didn't wanna bug ya." Jake explained, patting Tessa's head. "You feeling better today?"

"I feel fantastic!" Her body zipped forward, rushing behind Jake for a big hug, her arms coiling down to wrap him up. "Ohhhhhhh lemme tell ya, I was not looking forward to living the rest of my life as a giant sex doll, and now I don't have to! This is perfect!"

Her body squeaked as she tightened her grip, leaning in a little closer. Jake shuffled about, slipping his arms through an opening in her coils, and patting her extended limbs.

"Haha, I'm glad... you get something to eat yet?" Jake asked curiously.

"I don't have time to eat, I wanna cut loose! Ugh, but this house isn't big enough for me to really cut loose. I got so many burning questions, and I just wanna test my limits! Ugh, if I wasn't already in such a good mood this would be really frustrating!"

"A-ah, Tessa, Tessa, lil tight here babe!" Jake squeaked as her embrace tightened.

"Oh, um, oopsies-" Tessa relaxed her grip, allowing her arms to zip back to her sides; she prodded at Jake, patting his shoulders. "Don't know my own strength either, um, sorry..."

"Haha, no worries, um... hey, I was mulling it over, downstairs, but..." Jake rubbed the back of his head. "If you were really itching for a bigger place to, um, 'cut loose'... I might know a place."

"A place?" Tessa cocked her head to the side. "What kinda place?"

"Private. Lots of space. Heck, it's pretty much abandoned now. Would just need to see if they haven't changed the keys..." Jake rubbed his chin.

"Mm? Sounds neat!" Tessa's eyes lit up. "Can we go? Right now??"

"Breakfast first." Jake raised a finger. It wavered slightly, upon additional consideration. "...I guess it's lunch now..."

"Brunch? Brunch is good!" Tessa beamed, heading for the balcony overlooking the stairwell; her arms hooked along the railing and, with a firm grip, she rappelled down to the ground floor. "Letsgoletsgoletsgooooo!~"

"J-jeez, so much energy..." Jake sighed to himself, heading for the stairs...

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Jake had quite the surprise for Tessa later that day. It was a similarly long car ride as the day before, though they ended up going further out of town. Tessa fidgeted excited all along the way, eager to get out. She had to wear a tank-top and some denim shorts, but clothing felt strange to wear now; just kind of constricting. And her breasts were trying their damndest to spill out from the stretched-out neck hole.

There were trees for miles and miles as they headed down the highway... until suddenly, a clearing. A parking lot. A sizable lot. Tessa whistled, looking over it as Jake pulled in behind the building.

"Lotta taxpayer dollars must've went into this building..." Tessa turned to Jake.

"It's a chocolate factory. Was a chocolate factory." Jake turned off the ignition. "A bunch of the machinery's still collecting dust."

"Ohhhh. Bummer." Tessa frowned. She looked over to the rusty padlock strung across the back door. Jake futzed with it with a set of keys; they jangled as he tried to wrestle with the lock.

"Nn... tch, lock's changed." Jake backed away, rubbing his head. "Don't think it's off the power grid. We'd get a visit from the police if we just broke a window-"

Kaclick.

Jake glanced over to Tessa; she flourished the padlock and pointed a finger skywards; it had moulded itself into the shape of a key.

"Got it covered~" Tessa giggled, sauntering to the unlocked door. "C'mooooon!"

Jake stared for a spell, astonished, and then hurried along inside. The interior was huge; it was just one sprawling work floor, though various large pieces of machinery dotted the place, too large to conveniently remove.

Tessa wandered to the middle of the floor, turning in all directions to take in the sights. Her midriff twisted in strange ways, her body twisting like a pretzel as she turned so far to look left, right, left again... she stopped in the middle of the work floor.

"So much space, woooow... not bad! I can really stretch myself out here!~"

On command, she shot her hands in both directions, her arms creaking and squeaking as they shot straight up towards opposite walls. They each extended ten feet...twelve feet... fourteen feet.

The growth was slowing down in a hurry... far too much of a hurry for her liking.

"A-ah-" She bit her lip as a feeling of tautness hit her; she fell to her knees, sweat drops beading on her sleek skin. She wondered how far her arms reached. Her arms flopped to the ground listlessly.

"Whoa." Jake blinked. Tessa panted, turning her head towards the ceiling.

"Feels like I lost a step from yesterday... ahp!"

Her body squeaked more insistently as she focused on her torso, allowing it to ascend and sway upwards towards the ceiling. Her skin felt tight, inflexible, and she could barely make it to the second floor awnings before she hit another limit.

Her legs squished together as she groaned; her body swayed unsteadily, before tumbling over like a tree falling in a forest.

"Jake? Jake I'm gonna fall on you, I'm gonna-"

"I gotcha!!"

Jake had a feeling Tessa would try that next, and was already running ahead. He arrived just in time to catch Tessa's head, attached to the end of an extended neck. Tessa looked up to him, relief reflecting in her eyes.

"Thanks dear..." Tessa's eyes lowered to the ground, finding her heaps of limbs strewn about the grounds. "I thought I could do, well... more. Than this."

"More?? You're joking right?" Jake chuckled. "You're the tallest person that's ever lived on this earth. So what if you can't reach all the way across? No one can."

"Yeah, but... but yesterday was different, and... and..."

Tessa trailed off, eyeballing a curious mechanism behind Jake. It was gigantic, and dominated a good section of the room. Her eyes fixated on a set of three bars, attached to winges and gears.

"What's that thing do?" She wondered.

"...what? Oh, that, that uh... it's a taffy puller. The largest one on the market." Jake rubbed the back of his head. "It was supposed to prepare more taffy at a time and more efficiently, but... there really wasn't that much of a market. We did get a good commercial out of it-"

"I wanna ride it." Her eyes lit up. Her body shuffled along the floor, her limbs retracting as her head rose from Jake's hands, effortlessly plopping itself on her approaching body. She brushed past Jake to approach the machine.

"Wh-what!?" Jake sputtered, hurrying to catch up to Tessa. "That thing's dangerous!"

"I bet I can take it~" Tessa was already removing her clothes, hopping up onto the platform. "You know how to run this bad boy?"

"N-no! You need to take a class for that!" Jake's face was aflush, his eyes following the trajectory of Tessa's t-shirt as she wrested it from her chest; it bounced jubilantly with the effort and her arm, bending dramatically above her head, slung the clothes away like a slingshot; her hips rocked and squeezed on their own, her hips widening and her legs slimming juuust enough to push her pants—and her lace panties—down to ankle level.

"Clothes are too constricting for someone like me... you won't mind if I skip the gloves and hard hat today, right hun?" Her torso swivveled 180 degrees to face Jake, her fingers drumming along her pear-shaped waist. Jake's face flushed at the sight of his beautiful wife, her lusciously shiny skin, her perky, perfect breasts...

"I... I don't think sanitization is enforced here anymore..." He chuckled anxiously. "B-but I still don't know how to-"

"They left the keys hanging up." Tessa gestured. "And there's an on/off switch, and a dial to crank. You can figure it out, right babe? Mister big shot architect~"

Tessa flirtatiously teased Jake, her arm creaking forward to stroke his chin. Jake paused to consider, exhaling a shaky, hot breath; with Tessa involved, he had a tendency to think with his dick, not his brain...

"O-okay, okay, we... we'll give it a shot." Jake glanced to the machine, and then back to Tessa. "But if you start to feel pain, let me know okay?"

"The safety word is Wonka~" She whispered; turning back to the machine. Her fingers wiggled playfully, before her arms zipped forward on their own; her body bounced like a coiled up machine towards the rig, her arms wrapping around the left bar, and her legs wrapping around the right. Her belly lay across the center.

"O-okay, this isn't so complicated, um..." Jake studied the manual, glancing up. "Are you secure?"

"Think so... the metal's cold on my skin." Tessa muttered. "Ready!"

"O-okay, so let's... one, two, three, on!"

The machine whirred to life, unseen gears grinding uneasily to life. First, there was nothing but the putt-putting of the machine. But then the bars began to move on their own, raising her arms; the middle bar supporting her belly shifted out from under her.

"A-actually, I don't think I've ever seen how there's wooOOOORK!!"

A bar pressed down on her backside, her body squeaking under the pressure, stretching to accommodate her as two of the bars revolved around the central bar in opposite directions. She felt her naval stretch almost flat as the machine effortlessly pulled her back more and more, her body creaking under the pressure.

"Aah~" She moaned, her back arching—quite literally—as it was wrapped around the machine. Her arms, clinging to the other moving bar, dug into her body, wrapping them around the bar against, pulling her another way. With each revolution of the bars, she could feel her body wrapped tighter and tighter around the bars, her skin stretched taut.

Her skin was like electricity, layers upon layers of her own body tightly compressed against itself, her nether regions rubbing against the metal, her breasts bouncing and undulating. She was sopping wet, and her body was rippling, an intense heat coursing through her increasingly plasticine body.

"Does it hurt!?" Jake tried to holler above the machine.

"FASTER!!" She called out, her breath hot and haggard; she wanted more, she wanted to be tighter, to be stretched to her limit.

Jake grimaced, turning the machine up a notch; the bars accelerated, pounding into her supple flesh. She screamed in delight, feeling no pain, just the tactile sensation of her body being stretched out meters at a time, compressing on itself over and over and over. She was positively gushing, her body leaking more liquid latex from her breasts, and from somewhere under various layers of her own body.   It was impossible to tell where her head ended and where her body began, it was all so tightly stretched, so packed together...

Whhrrrrr...

The machine struggled, the bars slowing down; her body was stretched to its limit, and the tightness was sublime; a fire burned within her, her tongue lolling, her hips rocking, squeaking insistently against the bars like a BDSM enthusiastic.

"OH GOD~" She was on the verge of climax, but she was almost there, she couldn't be deprived of it now. She was so close...

"I-I think the machine's gonna break if this keeps up!" Jake hollered again, reaching for the power. "I'm shutting it-"

"NO! FULL POWER!" Tessa urged, her voice husky, she was like an animal.

"TESSA!?" Jake's hand hovered above the button.

"Trust me Jake... I'm so close... there's something inside me, it wants out, and I can just reach it, but I need... I need..."

Jake grimaced. He glanced at the control board once again. He hesitated, glancing at the machine. The bars jerked, held in place by Tessa's body.

If she had come this far... and if this was what he wanted.

He gulped, closed his eyes, and cranked it to full.

Tessa gasped, the bars urgently pressing into her skin. Her skin, layered upon itself, felt like it was glowing; she came, over, and over again, white fluids coating her coils inside and out; her hips rocked, her breath was sharp, she closed her eyes and gave into the burning feeling that travelled through her taut, stretched skin, into her brain...

Her skin flushed pink... a familiar pink sheen speckled across her skin.

The bars began to accelerate once again. They swished blindingly fast, her body creaking and squeaking; with every couple of revolutions, Tessa cried out in ecstasy. The bars spun at reckless speeds; from between the coils, white liquid latex splashed across the grounds, across the railings, everywhere. More and more of Tessa's pink body wrapped around the bars...

Soon, the bars disappeared underneath the mass. Jake turned off the machine then, and the bars slid to a stop. He gawked at what became of Tessa.

She was moaning, writing, tightly bound pink coils wrapped around the bars. They slicked off on their own, plopping against the ground.

It was then that Jake realized Tessa's sheer scale as the wrapped coils became undone. A myriad of pink limbs sprawled along the factory floor in heaps, and it was impossible to tell which belonged to what. Tessa must've been stretched to lengths of hundreds... no, thousands of feet.

From the center of the mass, there was a shifting lump of pink limbs; the limbs parted, and like a stalk sprouting from the earth, Tessa rose. Her torso disappearing to the mess of tangled limbs, her breasts inflated to the size of basketballs.

She shuddered, her tongue lolling to twist her nipple; white sticky liquid spurted on its own, trailing down the curvature of her breasts. And still, her torso grew, upward and upward to a manager's awning on the second floor.

Jake saw a service ladder and scrambled upwards, hurrying to find Tessa. She looked like she was in a daze... or lost in her own pleasure.

"Tessa, you... you lost your hair again!" Jake exclaimed. "And your eyes-"

"I figured it out, Jake... I know what I am." Tessa smiled drunkenly.

From his vantage point, Jake could see how far Tessa stretched. A tangled mess of pink limbs scattered across the entire factory floor, riding up against the walls. She was still stretching!

"I'm a goddess, Jake... for people like me... there are no limits."

Her neck stretched forward, her lips parting to lock with his. Every part of her was sensual, her body squeaked anxiously with every movement. Jake's worry ebbed away as their lips connected in a passionate, tender kiss.

"...Is it everything you wanted to be?" Jake smiled.

"And more." Tessa smiled. "I want to... to share it all with you." She rubbed her cheek against his. "Thanks for taking me to this place, Jake..."

"Aaaahh, it was just collecting dust, anyway." Jake chuckled. "Somebody needs to make use of it..."

"Come on. I wanna make you dinner tonight." Tessa's neck coiled around Jake's body, lifting him above the awning.

"Aw, that's sweet- w-whoa, wait a second, where're we- TESSA!"

Jake shifted awkward as Tessa cackled, pulling him from the awning and into a free fall into her cushioning mess of coiled limbs. Jake held on, first for dear life, then in a tender embrace.

Tessa would take some time to pull herself back together, but she never left Jake's side. She bridal-carried Jake back to the car, and then from the car to the house. Jake liked seeing this powerful side of her... and her pink, latex skin was so soft, so smooth to the touch.

Wearing only an apron, she prepared some pork chops; kitchen work was a breeze when everything was in reach, and her arms zipped across the kitchen for spices, pans, whatever she needed. And the meal was delicious as always...

It was only at the dinner table that Tessa realized she left her clothes at the factory. Maybe she was becoming too comfortable in her own latex skin..

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Elsewhere in the city, several storeys above the ground, a woman sat alone in her guest room, overlooking the city skyline from her luxury highrise condo. She shared the condo with her boyfriend, but lately she valued isolation.

"Luna? Are you in there? It's Regis."

A gentle knock startled Luna; she grimaced to herself, her hands squeezing her red ponytail. She had gotten into the habit of stroking it soothingly, as if it were a pet; it helped her nerves, and it felt nice. Smooth. The rhythm was meditative.

"Yes... can I be alone?" She called back.

"You've been saying that all week. Something's wrong." Regis responded. "Can I come in? I just wanna talk."

Luna paused to think about it. She had been dealing with a lot on her end. Things she was ashamed of. She hesitated, but he had become increasingly insistent, increasingly worried.

Luna rose to her feet, turning to the doorway. She was severely underdressed, allowing her perky G-cups to sway freely, perfectly spherical, and so soft. Her hips were equally impressive, and she stood at an impressive stature of 6'2, despite her anxious posturing. The only thing she wore was a labcoat from work.

She sighed, her hands tensing against her ponytail. "Come in."

The door opened slowly, and Regis poked his head inside with a gentle smile. Regis' striking green eyes widened at the sight of Luna, his cheeks turning scarlet; he brushed back some of his curly blonde hair.

"Y-you're naked." He grimaced. He glanced at the lab coat she was wearing. "Is that from work?"

"I was... feeling hot under the collar." Her deep-red eyes drifted to the side; she pursed her lips together, red as if they were coated in lipstick. "I left work early today. Didn't change out of my labcoat."

"Jeez..." Regis frowned empathetically. He entered the room, brandishing a bouquet of flowers. "I know work's been hard on you, and this new assignment has been trying, so I got you these-"

"Roses?" Luna smiled warmly; she took them, pressing them against her chest. She inhaled the pleasant, flowery aroma deeply, smiling to herself. "They're beautiful, Regis."

"It's the same arrangement from our wedding." Regis nodded. "I already ordered a pizza, so we can just... talk. We haven't talked in a while..."

Luna paused. Her hands rose again to clench at her long ponytail that went down to her knees. It had certainly grown in the last few weeks.

"Work has been... difficult." She admitted, slumping down on the bed. "I feel alone. No one there's like me, and I keep getting strange looks at work..."

"It must be tough being the only woman in the lab." Regis nodded solemnly. "Lab techs getting hot and bothered... Tch, you deserve better."

Regis took Luna's hand, squeezing it gently. Her hands were so soft; he stroked the top of it.

"Listen, whatever happens, I want you to know that..." Regis took a breath. "That I'm your partner. You can talk to me, vent to me, and I'll always be there for you."

The surprising earnesty from Regis took Luna by surprise; her lips parted.

"...Always?" She asked. "N... no matter what?"

"No matter what." Regis repeated with a tender smile. He brushed back her hair. "'Til death do us part, right?"

"..." Luna grimaced slightly with that comment. "That... that might be a long time..."

"I'll do it for you. Anything for you." Regis squeezed her hand. "You're empathetic, intelligent... and every day that goes by, you become more beautiful than the day before."

Luna blinked. Her cheeks flushed scarlet. Something had awoken in her, something about Regis' words spoke intimately to her. Warmth flowed through her body like a wave, concentrating in between her legs. Her lips parted, her eyelids fluttered.

Together forever... always... til death do us part. Regis would truly do anything for her.

Her hands rose to grip Regis' shoulders. A hungry look reflected in her eyes.

"Take off your clothes. I have a... a gift for you." She slurred. Her body pressed against Regis' as her fingers worked to undo his buttons.

Regis blinked, and then smiled; he liked this confidence, this assertiveness from Luna, and his hands lowered to remove his pants. Her breath was heavy on his neck, and her grip became increasingly insistent, increasingly needy.

The bed springs creaked as Luna pushed him down against the bed; she had grown tired of trying to futz with the buttons, and with a powerful yank, she wrested the fabric open, revealing his chest. Luna had several inches on Regis, and pinned him down effortlessly, her shapely thighs hugging his waist as she came down on him, her long hair draping down along her face.

Her body was burning up, her hips gyrating on their own. Her hands cast aside the remainder of Regis' clothes.

"I'm going to give you something no one else can..." Luna whispered, her hands resting on his chest. Her skin was soft, slick, shiny as if massaged in oil; she was so heavy, so hot, her passion so infectious as she rode on top of him.

Regis only barely noticed her ponytail rising on its own like a snake, twisting to loom in front of him; the braided hairpiece shifted, writhed, smoothing out into a tentacle-like tendril, an even starker shade of red.

From the back of her neck, along her ponytail, a bump bulged, travelling down the length of her hair. And when it reached the end... SPLURT.

"Ah-!?" Regis winced; he raised his head, feeling something hot, wet, and somewhat sticky plop onto his chest. It was black, and dark red, like swirling paint only partially mixed... and it was moving on its own, spreading slowly across his chest.

Luna moaned, arching her back; her lab coat didn't so much drop away from her as it melted into a black slag that melded with her. Her skin washed over with a layer of black ooze that shone like latex, was soft as latex, but had the consistency of a thick paint. Her entire body was coated black, with red accented highlights; her nipples, her hair, along her arms and legs, and her eyes, almost entirely drowned out by blackness, save for a pair of red, shimmering eyes. Streaks of black and red ooze trickled down her voluptuous curves, sinking back into her skin before they could splay onto the sheets.

"Luna?!" Regis blurted out loud.

"Shhhhh... it's me~" The slime-laden woman whispered; a black tongue parted from her red, gossamer lips as she lowered her hands, massaging the ooze around his chest.

"This is my gift to you, Regis. My love. We're going to become one." She whispered with a huskiness that Regis had never heard of. He opened his mouth to scream...

But Luna was already there; her tongue lashed out several feet, curling around his tongue like a python; ooze was rapidly filling his mouth, his throat, his esophagus, as Luna leaned in closer to him.

Her arms and legs extended bonelessly to coil around his sprawled limbs, drawing the two closer; her breasts spread across his chest, and her ponytail danced around his hair, continuing to ooze the latex ooze, massaging it into his scalp. Every move she made was punctuated with the sound of sloshing, like water trapped in a balloon with nowhere to go.

It entered his ears as she pressed down against him further. Her body, losing form and shape, hugged his curves as she pumped her liquid form into every orifice in his body. Into his pores. She clung to his body, forming a protective cocoon; it pulsed in unison with Regis' heartbeat.

Relax... Regis heard Luna's voice in his head. Everything was going black. He soon lost consciousness, her words ringing in his head.

Together forever... til death do us part. I love you...

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