Commission: Latex In Love, Part 1 (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 1

Tessa had felt weird ever since her Brazilian honeymoon with Jake.

Sure, the trip was delightful: they went surfing along the coastline, tubing down lazy rivers, ate a TON of quality seafood and steak, brought back a suitcase of souvenir knick-knacks... and the sex was incredible. Apart from that embarrassing incident at the natural rubber farm—she didn't much want to think about what occurred—it was the perfect vacation.

That had been two weeks prior, and Tessa was struggling to settle back into an everyday routine. Sharing a bed was a struggle lately--not for lack of love, it was just so hot and stuffy. Those luxurious hotels had air conditioning on a whole other level...

She felt like she was coming down with a fever. Her skin was constantly flushed, marbled with goosebumps. The bedsheets were stifling, and she fidgeted constantly in bed. And her body was so sensitized lately, it was unbearable. It was getting so bad that Jake opted to move to the pull-out couch in his home office, bless his soul.

That wouldn't be so bad on its own... but her hairline was thinning rapidly too. And not just a strand of hair here and there, entire clumps of short brown hair around her pillow, and little smaller hairs down the bed and in the blankets as well.

She tossed and turned in bed as light broke through the blinds. She was terribly sweaty; the blankets were sticking to her. She glanced over to the empty spot on the bed, frowning to herself. She felt like garbage. She wondered for the longest time if it was all in her head, but it was getting harder and harder to convince herself that nothing was wrong.

She slooooowly rose up from out of bed, shuffling to the bathroom. "Baaaabe! I'm gonna use the shower!" Tessa hollered in the hallway's general direction.

"Okay! I'll have a cold towel ready when you're out!" Jake hollered back from a room over--his at-home work station. Best not to bother him too much while she was freshening up.

She glanced at the mirror to appraise herself, seeing the damage that her fever was doing to her today as she dressed herself down. She used to be quite overweight, but she managed to course-correct her diet and lifestyle—partly to appeal to Jake, but also to try and reclaim some of her own self-esteem. She thought she reclaimed some of her confidence, but... as she looked into the mirror, a tired, middle aged woman stared forlornly back.

She thought she was in better shape now, but her curves were coming back to her. Her pear-shaped waist and her ample behind swayed behind her, her thighs had grown, and her breasts...

"Oh goodness." She cupped her hands underneath her breasts. She had always been gifted in the buxom department, but over a course of a week, they definitely grew... from ample C's to voluptuous F's. Stranger still was the way they moved; they bobbed up and down with every breath she took, as if they were subtly inflating and deflating.

Her finger brushed one of her nipples; she bit her lip as it jiggled, before elongating and stiffening further. Her nipples had been perpetually erect for... days, it felt like. They were larger... darker than she imagined. She winced, trying to stifle her pleasure.

She looked up and frowned, to herself, raising a hand to the widow's peak that creased her forehead. "Does male pattern baldness affect women...?" She murmured to herself, her hand tensing up as she scratched her head anxiously. More strands of hair wrested free from her skull; she grimaced, shaking her hand as she shuffled over to get the hot water going. She plopped down onto the toilet seat to 'water the flowers' herself before hopping in.

She grimaced, glancing between her legs.

"...what the f..."

Dribbling into the toilet wasn't urine. At least she didn't recognize it like that. It was pale white and cloudy... and kinda sticky, trickling down the front of her. It reminded her of... sap?

She fumbled for a wad of toilet paper, wiping herself down, wincing at a myriad points of tension; her face fell as she found her frantic attempt at freshening her nether regions had served to pluck out a mess of her dark pubic hairs as well.

"Okay." She hissed to herself, rising to her feet. "Shower first. Then immediately going to a clinic. This skin condition is getting bad..."

Tessa flushed after herself before retreating into the shower. She reached for her favourite pomegranate shampoo; she hoped that a really good lather would reawaken her hair follicles, and put her on the road to a full head of hair again.

She lathered up, massaging the suds into her scalp. She rocked her hips, arching her back as steam surrounded her. It was so cleansing, so relaxing; her worries ebbed away in a hurry as she lost herself to the sensation of hot warm trickling down her body, between her emphasized cleavage. She closed her eyes to protect her eyes from suds, letting the shampoo settle as she reached for her body wash, massaging it all along her body.

Her body was incredibly smooth; she smiled to herself, scrubbing her breasts with playful abandon. She remained oblivious to the way they inflated, each one as big as her head... or to the subtle squeaking sounds that punctuated her every move.

She raised her head to the showerhead to rinse her hair...

As she massaged her scalp again, something wet and hairy slid down the back of her neck, down her back, and over her butt, before plopping against the tiled floor. It was a hideous feeling, and it sounded even worse; her eyes shot open from their trance, her head jerking sharply downwards.

A soaked mass of dark hair twisted around her ankles; it looked like something pulled out of the shower drain. Shorter hairs trickled slowly to the drain, but her eyes remained focused on the mop-like thing lurching towards the drain, but failing to slip through.

She felt around her head; the punctuated squeaking noises, the feeling of water beating against her skin, and the trajectory of her fingers indicated one cruel fact: she had gone well and truly bald.

But that wasn't the worst of it. She choked, looking at her legs.

"What... wh-what happened to my skin??"

She whispered, astonished and frightened. Beads of water trickled down a pair of powerful, shapely legs, but they were no longer feverishly scarlet. They were shiny, smooth... and a shade of hot pink reminiscent of bubble gum, or.. or some sort of latex bondage suit. Only, it was her skin; she could make out her toes, scrunching anxiously.

She lowered her hands, examining her palms, turning them back and forth, looking over herself. Her entire body was incredibly smooth to the touch, and her hands... her hands trembled.

She was missing her fingernails. She spotted some of her red painted fingernails—her right ring finger, her left pinky, her thumbs—but the rest were gone. The backs of her fingers were bare.

Creak...

And her fingers were growing... a tension within her was ebbing, as if an unseen force was pulling at her fingers; their joints melted away as they doubled in length in a matter of moments. She gasped, trying to shake them free; this only succeeded in quadrupling their length, as they lashed around her expanding boxum, teasing her perky nipples.

"WHAT'S HAPPENING TO ME!?" She screamed, feeling her legs give out as she tumbled forward; she lashed her tendril-like fingers towards the shower knob, only succeeding in splaying her pink, boneless fingers along the walls of the shower; they slithered, inching along the walls like as her body creaked and squeaked anxiously against the tiles.

Cushioned by her breasts, she winced, gritting her teeth as the energetic tension in her body dispersed to every limb, seeking release; her legs coiled around and around the shower, pushing her body forward against the glass. Her view went dizzy as her head shot upwards towards the ceiling, her body looking for room to grow, to expand, to stretch, the tactile sensations of her over-encumbered body layering and looping over itself.

"Tessa!? What's happening? I'm coming in!"

"HELP! HELP- MMPH!"

Her pleas for Jake were deafened as her body overcame her head, slipping into folds and into the darkness. For Tessa, everything went dark as her body's writing slowed down, reaching an incomprehensible horizon point.

She passed out on the spot, a spaghetti pile of so many pink limbs...

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The next couple of hours went by in a frantic blur, and Jake was the one that had to step up. He had to get pretty creative in packing his wife into the passenger seat of his car, but he managed and sped his way over to the nearest hospital. Unconscious and undergoing an insane skin reaction, she was admitted to the emergency wing in a hurry to be assessed.

While Tessa was locked away to recover, Jake paced around the waiting room; the doctor had told him that she woke up, though her symptoms were unlike anything he had ever seen. Jake asked if she could see her. The doctor begrudgingly agreed, at least for a bit; he would have to contact an expert and prepare additional tests.

Jake adjusted his jacket, navigating the hallways. He paused in front of Tessa's room, glancing at his reflection inside of a window and thought to fix himself up, at least make it look like he hadn't spent the last several hours worrying sick about her,

He brushed the mess of blonde hair he couldn't touch up on the way out, adjusted his navy-blue jacket, and anxiously rubbed the stubble leftover on his face. Then, without further delay, he knocked at the door.

"Tessa? You in there?" Jake asked cautiously.

"Jake??" Tessa's reaction sounded surprised, and maybe a little excited. "Yeah, yeah, come in!"

Jake hesitated for a moment, then opened the door.

The room was suited for two patients, and a curtain divided the room in half. Jake found Tessa seated up straight at one of the beds in a hospital gown... though it seemed to wrap around her emphasized cleavage a little too tightly.

Jake took in the strange sight of her. The sunlight from the window reflected off of her glossy pink skin, and her bald head had a shiny gleam to it. Her lips had taken on a dark purple pigment, and her eyes... they used to be a pretty shade of auburn brown, but the whites of her eyes had gone black, and her irises and pupils blended together as white.

The expectant, anxious look Tessa gave him was unmistakable... but the eyes did trip him up.

"H-hey, Tessa..." Jake gulped. He wondered if it would be better to avoid the pink elephant in the room for now. "How... how are you feeling?"

"Well... I got good news and bad news. The bad news is... my teeth came out."

She gestured to a little dish of white chiclets. There were so many... Jake stared, his mouth flattening.

"A.. all of them??" Jake muttered, astonished.

"They kinda just... grew out." She grimaced. "But the good news: I won't need dentures."

She flashed her "teeth". They were as pink and shiny as the rest of her... a touch lighter in pigment.

"Ah, aha... at least you didn't lose your sense of humour." Jake rubbed the back of his head. "That's... what I like most about you."

"...Ah? ...Nn-"

Her body creaked subtly; she winced, feeling as though an invisible force was tugging at her; she remembered it from the shower, and tried to rein herself in. The lump at the foot of her bed travelled forward, until her feet poked out from underneath the thin blankets.

Earlier her feet undershot the end of the bed by two feet, and yet they cleared the gap effortlessly. Tessa understood intimately what had happened; she clenched the bedsheets, somewhat uncomfortable.

Jake's eyes darted between Tessa's eyes, and over to her feet. He hurried forward to try and defuse her anxiety.

"G-getting stuck in the hospital like this must be intense. Let me... help you relax a bit." He smiled warmly, lowering his hands to give her a gentle, but firm foot massage; her foot had more give than he was used to, and it was like squeezing a stress-relief ball, or a chew toy. He couldn't feel any bones...

"Aww..." Tessa's body subtly squeaked as she hugged herself, reciprocating Jake's smile just a bit. "You... you aren't freaked out? By, ah... this?"

"W-well, I'm kinda freaked out..." Jake admitted, clasping his hands together. "A-and I have a lot of questions, but... but I'm just glad you're awake again and in... in one piece."

His reassurances seemed to help Tessa. All it took was a little nudge to remember that they were husband and wife. Despite everything, she could be herself... whatever form that took. She let out a breath she didn't know she was holding, and allowed her body to relax, her arms slowly wrapping around her torso, her neck rising like a cobra.

"Whoa..." Jake found Tessa's strange movements mystifying, yet the look on her face was strangely serene. He pulled up a chair to the foot of Tessa's bed.

"That doesn't... hurt at all, does it?" What'd the doctor say?" Jake asked.

"He tried to run some tests, but a lot of them didn't go anywhere. He tried to draw some blood, but his needles wouldn't prick my skin. And when he tried to get my heart rate, there was nothing there..." She raised a hand to her heart; she stared at her fingers, now lacking nails nor prints.

"No... no heartbeat?" Jake muttered. "That... that's insane."

"Jake, I... I think this has to do with that trip we took to Brazil. Remember the rubber farm?" She raised her head. "With those genetically modified rubber trees?"

"Yeah... God, that was a mess." Jake shook his head. "One of them exploded; I remember going back to the hotel, a bunch of that funky white stuff hardened and... wait."

Jake looked her over again. "...a-are you serious?"

"You know anyone else turning into a stretchy sex doll?" She grimaced, bouncing her breasts for emphasis. "A bunch got in my mouth! And probably in my pores... I felt tingly for weeks, and then..."

She paused, finding her foot had bonelessly elongated up Jake's wrists, twisting around in a tender embrace. She yelped, trying to pull her feet back to get them away from Jake...

Whump. But she only managed to pull her onto the bed; the bedsprings creaked under their combined weight as Jake sprawled on top of Tessa, his head hovering over her ballooning-breasts.

"...hah..." Tessa moaned anxiously, her body flattening slightly under Brad's weight like a bean bag chair; her nipples tried to tunnel through the thin fabric of her gown.

"...you're beautiful..." Jake raised a hand to stroke at Tessa's cleavage. "And... and so smooth..."

Jake's hands teased at Tessa; she tried to stifle her moans, her eyes nervously checking the certain barricade next to her. In pulsing growths, her head ascended to the ceiling—she drank in the sensation of being stretched taut, before her body would give, her limits unlocked, and stretching further, more effortlessly.

She fluttered her eyelids towards Jake, flashing him a hungry look.

"Take me home, Jake." She licked her lips in anticipation.

"...home?" Jake liked the tone she used, that lusty, husky voice; the blood rushed to his dick, tenting his pants.

He glanced towards the door. "But what about the doctor...?"

A pink arm shot out, rapidly elongating to slam against the door to the hallway, bringing it to a close and holding it shut; her fingers splayed, they swivelled in all directions, wedging into the space between the door frame to hold the door shut.

"The doctor doesn't have to know~" She purred with a wink. "I wanna just... experiment a bit. I feel powerful. Sexy. And I just wanna let loose and..."

She squinted over to the far bed. "...They'll probably want to put someone in that other bed soon so we can't do it here."

"But... but did the doctor give the go ahead?" Jake cocked his head to the side. "If they're still checking on you, that's-"

"Yeaaaaaaah I'm sure they got a pill for living mutant sex dolls." She responded with a hefty dollop of sarcasm. "They don't know what's wrong with me and I'm not going to sit around and find out. I got superpowers, baby~"

"Okay, um..." Jake reached for a large bag, suitable for sports gear. "I got a change of clothes in this bag for you, if you wanna-"

"I got a better idea."

She gripped Jake's shoulders and rolled over, putting herself on top. She fussed with her gown, tossing it to the ground and revealing her bare chest; her perky breasts bounced jubilantly, as if celebrating their release from the constraining fabric.

Tessa loomed over him, her body stretching and creaking all at once as her body elegantly narrowed and curved, her limbs bonelessly drifting behind her as if a breeze flowed through the room. She dove down to his level, planting a kiss on his lips, momentarily distracting him as her hands lowered to the collar of his jacket...

Her body pressed against his, flattening and slipping into the collar of his jacket. Ribbons of flattened, rubbery flesh shuffled underneath his clothes, tickling his chest-hairs, tugging at his sides, compressing as more of Tessa's form slid underneath his jeans, his shirt...

...His underwear...

"!?" Jake's face was beet red, his breath catching in his throat as her elongated toes toyed with his rapidly swelling cock; it tented the fabric of his pants.

"What? Never wore your wife as a bodysuit before...?" Tessa smiled, an almost evil glint in her eyes.

Jake had to catch his breath. "Y-you've been fantasizing about this stuff while you were stuck in here, h-huh??"

"Juuuust a bit~" She rubbed her cheek against Jake's, before dipping her head into his clothes. She indulged herself in the feeling of Jake's body heat loosening and rippling through her body; she coiled up more, squeezing her beloved.

She had hidden herself quite well underneath Jake's clothes; apart from Jake's sudden growth into a collegiate bodybuilder and the subtle, rubbery squeaking he made making the slightest movement, Jake looked fine.

"We're really doing this, huh..." He sighed aloud, turning stiffly towards the hallway door.

"!!"

He grunted, stumbling to grip the wall as his hand tensed, hovering up his hip.

"What are you doing!?" He could feel something curling around his erect dick, thrusting and tugging with a playful energy.

"Just giving you a quickie before we hit the road~" Tessa giggled.

"Can it wait?? People are going to notice!" He bit his lip, his knees buckling as he gasped, groaning in suppressed ecstasy; he smacked his hip several times, where Tessa had wrapped herself over and over.

"C'mooooon, you like it~" She cooed. "And it's so hot in here~"

"Once we get to the car you're coming out of there... if we make it that far."

Unbeknownst to him, he was subtly rocking his hips as Tessa teased and played with his member underneath his clothing; if she could get him off without taking off his clothes...

His cock got really hard then. Walking out to the parking lot would be a struggle...

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On the thirty minute drive home, Jake and Tessa put their heads together to figure out what might've happened to her. Tessa relayed the strange things that had happened to her. Her body, from head to toe, had mutated into a sort of latex; every pore on her skin sealed up, and she had not a shred of hair left on her smooth body. Jake figured that if Tessa was made out of some sort of latex, she would smell more... chemically, industrial. But he didn't pick up anything like that, just the smell of the shampoo she used; it was very natural.

Further still, she had developed a tendency to secret a sticky, white liquid that trickled from her nether regions, and from her lactating breasts; they had swollen considerably, as if they were full with cloudy white syrup. And she recognized what the liquid was, and it certainly wasn't breast-milk... it was natural latex sap—the stuff siphoned from rubber trees before processing, she recalled from their decidedly educational honeymoon visit. She was producing sap, like a plant would. Was she still even human?

It was only an issue when she was excited though... which was proving to be an issue in the car; every sudden bump and pothole jostled her upwards, squishing and compressing her body, sending ripples that teased her sensitive nether regions.

She dapped at her breasts with the spare change of clothes Jake brought her.

She moaned and fidgeted along the bumpy car ride, her nipples stiffening, growing taut—everything was so sensitized now, and she abhorred the idea of covering herself up, even when they were on the highway. She pressed a hand against her thigh, her buddy squeaking like rubber.

Before long, they pulled into their garage, giving the pair some privacy as they got out of their car. Tessa let herself out the passenger side, working out any stiffness from the trip with a good stretch; her arms doubled in length as they stretched towards the ceiling, her elbows joints melting away; her torso twisted once, twice, three times, without a sliver of resistance.

"Oooooh, this feels great...~" She purred, her arms coiling together.

"You sure we shouldn't have stayed at the hospital?" Jake cocked his head to the side.

"And wait to get stuck in some laboratory? Fuck that." She allowed her body to stretch over the roof of the car, her body squeaking against the sun-heated exterior. Her cheeks widened as she smiled.

"I'd rather run my own little experiments... I wanna see what this body can do." Her body creaked, quivering in anticipation. Her legs collapsed, slithering along the concrete floor of the garage, adding inch after inch in a matter of moments, twisting around the car's wheels.

"Ooooohh...." She wedged part of her torso underneath the wheels, and the pressure was delightful, her body pressed flat. "Jaaake, can you back up the car? Run me over~"

Jake was unsure about this, but the way Tessa was now, it would be hard to say no to. He opened up the garage door just enough to ventilate the exhaust, hopped into the car, and backed up, slowly.

The tires' grooves clunge into Tessa's skin, pressing the car's full weight on her pliable skin. She moaned loudly, her limbs flailing as energy rippled through her entire body. Her head clattered against a stack of yard tools against the wall, her tongue lolling as she looked to the parts of her body caressed and pressed down; it felt like a full body massage, and she writhed in pleasure, admiring the tire tracks left behind on her mass.

"Agaaaaaaaaain!!" She cried out, her head lolling back. Jake shifted the gear to Drive, and drove over her once more; her limbs shuffled, eager to be packed down and compressed. She didn't feel any bit of pain, only overwhelming pleasure. And the energy shot to her nipples, and her warm crotch. She wanted to touch herself, but she couldn't find her arms or legs in the mess of limbs.

She closed her eyes, focusing on her core, urging her limbs to retract; they followed her command, her body creaking and compressing into her regular proportions, though her breasts remained as perky and balloon-esque as ever. Down the curvature of her pulsating F-cups, a familiar white, cloudy fluid trickled out from her contracting nipples; they tensed and relaxed on their own in a strangely erotic pumping motion. She moaned, massaging her lactating breasts. It was gross and tacky, but it felt so gooooood...

"Y-you didn't feel that??" Jake poked his head out of the window.

"Oh my god I felt that...." She scrunched her toes as she twisted on the floor. Her eyelids fluttered open as she spread her legs, beckoning to Jake with a sultry smile.

"I can see your dick trying to break through your zipper, hun." She gestured to Jake with a single curling finger. "Come on big guy, don't keep me waiting~"

Jake stared. He glanced at his cock that was, indeed, tenting his pants. She struggled to get undressed, flashing a hand to a panel nearby to close the garage door; they'd need some privacy.

"You're taking soooo long, what's the hold-up??" Tessa tried to massage her breasts, brushing her nipples, trying to coax the heat within her.

"How about this?" He smirked, lowering a foot towards her crotch, pressing her waist down as he worked from the top down to get undressed.

"ANGH!~" She cried out, her body writhing, her arms and legs bonelessly undulating to the pressure. She peeked through one eye, seeing Jake was almost undressed; her limbs zipped forward, wrapping around his shoulders and legs, hoisting the rest of her torso forward as she wrapped around Jake's body.

"Hold that thought, hun..." She purred, whispering right into his ear. "Let's take this upstairs. I wanna see just how far I can go..."

"F-fuck yeah-" Jake beamed; Tessa's enthusiasm was infectious, and he carried her into the house...

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As Tessa lay on the bed, she watched her legs creak and elongate. She felt like she had more control over what her body could do, but her body felt like it had a mind of its own, eagerly acquising and assisting with her pervy demands. Her legs bonelessly coiled around two bedrests, forming loop after look, until they were snugly secured.

"Perfect." She cooed. She glanced upwards towards a decidedly naked Jake, extending her arms towards him, her hands making insistent grabby motions. "Don't let go, okay? And don't be gentle~"

"Yes ma'am~" Jake grabbed her arms; her hands and wrists coiled around his forearms, clutching just above his elbows, and held tight, her smooth fingers wrapping around his bulky muscles. She purred; he was ripped.

"Ready!" She declared. Jake nodded, and began to step away from the bed.

Her body stretched taut, the tension settling around her core; her body squeaked excitedly as she was stretched inch after inch across the room. Her modest 5'5 profile stretched to ten feet across the room. Fifteen feet... her arms stretched at a more impressive rate than her torso. Jake started to go out into the hallway, and her body wedged itself around a wall's corner.

"AAaaanngh~" She moaned, her tongue lolling to the side, coiling on the bed itself like an eel. Her breasts perked up again, and her nipples contracted, producing more dollops of that strange sap-like substance. She rocked her hips, looking for release as her body became tense, taut, stretched further as Jake descended the stairs. She could feel herself in the living room, the dining room... another set of stairs to the basement, she must've been thirty feet long, and wedged in everywhere!

The cycle of pleasure repeated itself constantly; every time she thought she reached her limit, she would grow another couple inches. The heat was incomprehensible; she was absolutely gushing now, she couldn't...

"GAAAAAAAAAAGH!~~~"

Her breasts squirted with pleasure, her hips writing in a puddle of sap. Her tongue flopped against the bedsheets as her hips gyrated, working against a partner that wasn't there...

...Actually, she could make out the vibration of his footsteps as he clambered up the stairwell. She remembered herself, her torso lying in the middle of the hall as her arms winded down the house. She took a heavy breath, her chest oozing with sap.

"How are you feeling, hun? I heard you screaming all the way from the basement..." Jake loomed over her, picking her head up from the ground as a narrow thread of neck stretched from her torso.

"Fantastic..." She slurred, basking in the afterglow of what had come to pass. "I could use a nap..."

Jake felt a tap on his shoulder; he looked around just in time to find the pair of hands that he left in the basement grasping his shoulders, before looping around his chest; Tessa's body raised in turn, caressing him, her body pulsing rhythmically in a full body massage.

"Take the day off, honey... those guys at work push you too hard~" She purred directly into his ear as her body wrapped around Jake once more; he had enough leeway to move, but maybe not for long; she was tightening around him possessively as her body shrunk little by little.

"Ah... I guess we did have a family emergency~" He smirked, hobbling to bed. The two flopped into bed together, their foreheads pressed together.

"I love you..." They said in unison, exchanging a tender, good night kiss... or, well, a good nap kiss. The entire trip had been exhausting.

In that moment, Tessa forgot about the white, sap-like substance she had produced in her bout of sexual energy; strangely, as her body pressed against the bed, cocooning around Jake, her body slowly began to absorb the liquid latex from the bed sheets, leaving not a drop behind. Her body creaked, pulsating as one, before settling down. She continued to squeeze and relax, drifting off into a peaceful daze...

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