Fall of Rubber Bimbos [Mass TF TG, Hypno]

This is a sequel to Planet of Rubber Bimbos, which can be found here.

"Computer, what's the population of Earth?" Vanilla von Vanity asked, her voice quivering in horror.

"Eight billion," her ship's computer replied.

"EIGHT MILLION!?"

"Eight Billion, with a 'B'."

Nilla sat frozen in her spacecraft. She couldn't wrap her mind around how much a million was, let alone a billion - but she didn't need to. She knew only homeworlds had populations in the billions. She knew she fucked up on a collossal scale.

She should have known, she told herself. She should have known when none of them returned to wake her up after a few hours. Now, a days-long nap and an excursion to witness hundreds of converted bimbos later, she knew.

"All I wanted was ten or fifteen bimbos… All I wanted was a little rubber polycule…"

At that moment, a tank rolled down the street ahead of her, followed by a handful of soldiers. Once again leaving her ship, the alien woman scrambled after the yet-to-be-converted humans in bulky war gear. Gunshots echoed through the streets from all around.

One soldier unloaded a round from his rifle on a smiling rubber bimbo painted green and blue. A now-rubber game controller had fused to her hand, and her hair was a solid mass of wavy green rubber. The bimbo balloon was perforated by the stream of bullets tearing through her rubbery, artificial skin, oozing living latex all over the road as she deflated to half her size. As the soldier made a swift retreat, the bimbo's gooey insides seeped back in through her bullet wounds, re-inflated her with black liquid, and sealed over the punctures on her skin. Now, the bimbo continued on her way as if no harm had come to her.

"Oh gods, I've made an invincible army… and I told them to convert the whole planet!" Nilla scurried over to the bimbo who became rubbery Swiss cheese, at alert for terrified humans with weapons. "Hey! You!"

"Mistress! Mistress it's you! Hee hee! I'm making lots of new friends for you! Good girls make lots of friends for Mistress, right?" The former human recognised Nilla despite never seeing her before: the corruption had placed the image of her in the minds of all who were infected. She looked to her mistress, desperate for approval and validation.

"Listen, I need you to stop converting people!" Nilla ordered frantically. "You good girls are done here! Now leave the rest alone!"

"But we need to make everyone like us… it's what Mistress wanted…" The permagrin on her face gave Nilla a creepy vibe when paired with her saddened tone of voice.

"I did want that, but listen-"

"Yay! I'm gonna be such a good girl!" The bimbo cheerily ran off before Nilla could get in another word.

"Oh gods, I need help! But anyone I call will report me! Ughhh, but I can't just let this happen…" Nilla may have caused this mess, but she still had a heart. She knew she had to call in a de-corruption unit, even if it meant facing legal disciplinary action. Unless… "A succubus! Maybe Red can fix this!" Nilla quickly painted Red's succubus crest on the ground with her goopy tail, then placed her hand at its centre. "Red, I need you, please help me!"

…But nothing happened.

"What the hell could she possibly be doing- Oh gods no, it can't be…" Nilla cut herself off as she saw a rubbery figure striding towards her down the street.

"I'm coming, Mistress! Hee hee!" Nilla recognised the voice calling out to her: it belonged to Red.

"No, no no no! But how is this possible!? A succubus can't fall to my corruption! They're too powerful! What the fuck have I unleashed!?"

Red finally reached the horrified alien lady, a permagrin painted on her shiny, smooth face. Unlike converted humans, she had a rubbery tail that squeaked and creaked with the rest of her body, two latexy horns protruding from her forehead, and two huge rubberised wings sprouting from her back. The black rubber catsuit she usually wore had merged into her and become a permanent part of her body. Striking a sexy pose for her mistress, Red's body squelched as her liquidy insides sloshed with her alluring movements.

"Mistress! I'm here now!" Red cheered giddily.

"Red, I need you to un-corrupt everyone on this planet, okay? Make everyone as they were before they became my rubber bimbos!" Nilla pleaded.

"I don't have powers anymore, Mistress! I'm just your silly little rubber bimbo!" Red responded a bit too enthusiastically. "Oh Mistress, please tell me I'm your good girl! Please intertwine your tail with mine! Please squeeze me and cuddle me and squish my nulge! Hee hee hee!"

"Red, this isn't you! Oh gods, this is bad… I need help, just stay here and don't convert anyone, alright?" Nilla then ran off towards her ship.

"Okay Mistress, I'll stay here and just convert everyone! Hee hee!" Red only heard what she wanted to hear, just like every other converted person.

Nilla heard this, but didn't have time to correct one single bimbo. She had to get back to her ship and call for an emergency corruption purge - which would mean handing herself over to the authorities on a silver platter, but she had no choice: if the corruption could spread to succubi, then no one was safe.

Leaping into her cockpit, Nilla dialled the emergency subspace communications channel. "Hello, what is your emergency?" A voice responded on the line.

"Contact the Counter Contaminant Administration immediately, there's a level 8 corruption occurring on planet 3 of solar coordinates…" Nilla checked her computer screen. "Coordinates Milky dot X2 dot 55 734 151."

"What is the nature of corruption this… ‘Earth’... is facing?"

"I… I'm an Andromedia Zerosi…"

"By the gods, you didn't… did you?"

"I did…"

The sounds of frantic typing were all that could be heard in response. Deciding there was nothing left she could do, Nilla ended the transmission.

—

It took 46 minutes, 37 seconds for a fleet of de-corruption ships to arrive over Earth. Spacecraft weren't usually permitted over the worlds of pre-warp civilisations, but a plague of such severity overrode that directive.

Laser fields were beamed across the planet's surface over and over again. After three hours of de-corruption, scanners recorded that all contagious material had been neutralised. Regardless, the ships continued to bathe the surface with lasers for another two whole days, just to be absolutely certain Nilla's bimbo contagion had been purged.

The final predictions estimated that 26.3% of the human population had been converted into rubber bimbos, but they had now changed back into mostly-human beings thanks to the lasers.

—

Life hadn't quite returned to normal for those who had been rubberised, aka the ‘infected’. They all retained a cock that was at least 5 inches long, regardless of whether or not they had one to begin with, and their feet were stuck in the shape of high-heeled boots with a point instead of toes. Plus, it wasn't possible for everyone's minds to fully return to their pre-Nilla state: they all remained a bit empty-headed, rather carefree when push came to shove, and even obsessed with latex and rubber. Beyond that, the roots of loyalty towards their mistress Vanilla von Vanity remained within.

—

"But I don't feel comfy in anything else!" Luna pleaded with her boss, Vince.

"I don't care, you can't wear that latex on the job! We have uniforms here, and you need to wear one!" Vince spat dismissively. "If that's going to be a problem, then you're not going to work here a moment longer."

"But I was one of the infected! It's not something I can control!"

"Too bad. Now, get dressed appropriately or get lost!"

"Hmmph!" Luna's giant boobs squished together as she grumpily crossed her arms. "Fine, have fun running this place without all of us infected former employees!"

Her latex thigh boots - which were a new design of footwear created to house the infecteds' high-heeled and sharply-pointed feet - clacked with each step as Luna strode out of the cafe, angry and dejected.

The bulge in her green rubber bodysuit had grown as her increased libido had caught up with her again. "Nnng, fuck… but I got off only an hour ago! Mmm, but I'm so h-horny…"

Luna had no choice but to stop at one of the countless Nilla Nook™ locations which had popped up to meet the high demand for relief that all infected now craved in every part of their lives. The services were completely free, as they were deemed a necessary part of infected healthcare.

As she stepped through the front door, the familiar, welcoming aroma of latex filled her nose. Her cock was stiff as a rock now, easily visible from both sides as it stretched out the crotch of her bodysuit. Black, latexy precum was already oozing from her excited member, anticipating Mistress' affection - or at least, the affection of a sexbot who was designed to look and act just like Nilla.

"I need a room please," Luna asked a receptionist, biting her lip.

"Room 3 is open, right this way."

Luna stepped into the dull, empty grey holosuite, and heard as the door closed behind her. Then, the room came to life: around her, a gorgeous beach materialised, featuring shady palms, sparkling rainbow-coloured sands, colourful lagoons home to beautiful reefs, and even a beach hut off in the distance. Then, in front of her, a second door opened seemingly in the middle of nowhere - and out stepped a sexbot of Nilla! She was wearing her iconic violet latex bodysuit, gloves, and boots, and her tail gently swayed from side to side.

At that moment, Luna allowed herself to get lost in bliss.

"MISTRESS!" Luna burst, running towards Nilla and leaping on her for a tight hug. "Oh Mistress! Mistress, I'm here for you now! I promise I'll be your good girl, I promise I'll make you happy! Hee hee hee!" Her face broke out into an almost inhumanly wide grin, not too dissimilar from a permagrin.

"Mmm, my darling pet~" The pseudo Nilla cooed lovingly as she stroked Luna's hair. Once she was firmly out of the doorway, the holosuite hid it from sight, leaving them alone together on the simulated beach.

"Ahhh!~" Luna exhaled, over the moon to be back with her mistress. She needily grabbed Nilla's tail and wrapped it around her left wrist. "Oh Mistress, tie me up in your tail! Never let me go! Never let me escape! Please, Mistress, I want to be yours forever…"

Nilla's tail tightened its grip around Luna, sending a wave of affirming ecstasy through her body.

"Of course, you poor thing… Don't you worry darling, Mistress won't let go~"

Nilla snapped her fingers and a quaint queen bed appeared in the simulation. The comforter featured a pattern of lovely seashells on a sea blue background.

"Hop on darling~"

"Yes, Mistress!" Luna enthusiastically obeyed, laying on her back atop the soft bed. "Oh Mistress, I need a big, strong woman on top of me… Someone to hold me and make me feel so safe… so loved…"

Nilla climbed over her submissive, her tail still wrapped gently but snugly around Luna's wrist. She carefully brushed Luna's black hair off her face, then placed a tender kiss squarely on her forehead.

Squirming in delight, Luna let her domme slowly lie on top of her, easing her body weight over her. The infected woman's girlcock was sandwiched between her lover's body and her own, twitching needily as Luna began to gently hump her owner. She tightly wrapped her arms and legs around Nilla as if she'd never again be able to, and felt a gentle squeeze in return. Light breaths tickled her face as she felt another kiss on her forehead, then another on her left cheek, then another on her right.

“Hee hee hee hee hee!~ Ah! Ah! Yes, p-please! More! Mistress, please kiss me! Your sweet lips feel so good on my squeaky, shiny skin!” The fact that her body was no longer made of rubber didn’t stop Luna from fantasising that she was back to being a squishy, huggable, loveable rubber bimbo. Her face was locked in an ear-to-ear grin, and she completely stopped blinking, as if her face were still just a smooth, featureless layer of latex with eyes and a permagrin painted over it. “See Mistress? I’m still your good girl! I’m still one of your bimbos! I’m still a perfect rubber girl with a big fat girlcock! Hee hee hee!” It was almost as if she were trying to convince herself more than her mistress.

Enough uncontaminated latex had leaked from Luna’s dick that the bedsheets had already been soaked in artificial bimbo girlcum. The slightest movements made it squelch and squish, spreading that wonderful rubbery scent through the salty beach air.

"Alright darling, Mistress needs to be filled up~" Pseudo-Nilla sat up on Luna's lap and pulled her leotard's crotch to the side, revealing her plump pussy lips which were dripping hot, black latexy lube.

"M-Mistress!! Ahh!!" Luna squealed in delight, letting Nilla slide her own bodysuit's crotch to the side of her leaky cock. "Nnng, oh Mistress, I'm so pent up! Please use me! Hee hee!"

"Of course, my pet~"

Nilla steadily slid her body onto Luna's girthy girlcock, squeezing and milking it in her alien pussy oh-so caringly.

"AH! AH! MISTRESS! TH-THIS FEELS DIVINE!!" Luna moaned wildly.

Luna began to hump without holding back, intent on giving her lover the best ride of her life. Nilla bounced joyfully with each thrust, biting her lip and panting in a way that made Luna feel like she was about to go over the edge. However, she tried her best not to climax yet so as to last longer for her mistress - and, of course, to savour their time together.

“Good girl! My good girl… you make me feel- ah!- so good, darling!~” Nilla breathed, placing her gloved hands on Luna’s bust and gently squeezing her wonderfully soft, rubber-encased tiddies.

The pair sped up in unison as a frantic heat swept through them.

“M-M-Mistress! Oh gods, I’m so happy! Ah! Mmm, I love you Mistress!”

"I love you too!~ Mmmm! Come for me, darling! Ah!"

For a brief moment, Luna felt just as she had during her first climax with a dick, back when she corrupted Jess right after she herself had been corrupted: she felt her tight, creaky skin held at bursting point from her gooey insides; she felt the permagrin paint job on her flat face; and she felt her mistress' gift spurting out of her member as if it were ready to corrupt a new bimbo into existence. Inhuman amounts of jizz were pumped inside the sexbot, but quickly being forced out again with each heavenly thrust. The entire bed spread was shiny and black now, drenched in noninfectious latex girlcum.

And then Luna fell back to Earth.

She looked up at the convincing - but not quite right - imitation of Nilla, breaking the illusion and reminding her of her more human, less rubbery form. Still, it was good to get that out of her system for the time being. Disappointed though she may be, Luna at least felt satisfied.

“Th-thanks, Mistress…” She sighed. “I’m good now, that helped ease my libido.”

"You’re very welcome, darling~ And you’re wonderful! Be kind to yourself, love. See you later~" The sexbot uncoiled her tail from Luna's wrist, got up off the bed, and returned to the hidden door she had entered from before. Drippy and gooey all over, pseudo-Nilla was on her way to be cleaned before the next formerly-rubber bimbo arrived.

Luna too stood up, allowing the beach to fade away until she was back in the holosuite. It was time to go home.