Planet of Rubber Bimbos [Mass TF TG, Hypno]

Vanilla von Vanity - or just Nilla, as she liked to be called - crossed her rubber opera glove-clad arms with a satisfying creaking sound. Her midnight purple leotard held firmly to her wonderfully large breasts and accentuated the pussy lips between her legs. Equally tight thigh boots hugged her sexy, tall legs and added a good four inches to her height on account of their blocky heels.

The alien woman belonged to a rather unique species. Her blue skin, naturally rose-coloured hair curling over her shoulders, thin antennae poking out from her forehead, and long tail with a diamond-shaped tip distinguished her from humans. Her most inhuman characteristic, however, was her body's ability to melt into latexy goo and reshape herself at will. She could materialise clothes from her body as she pleased, or shapeshift into a different form altogether. And as if that weren’t enough, her goo had corruptive properties that could transform items and creatures as she saw fit, and Nilla definitely intended to make use of her ability to do so.

“Computer, what’s Earth’s population?” She asked her spaceship’s onboard computer.

“Eight bil- BZZRT.” The computer’s functioning was temporarily cut off by light subspace turbulence.

“A little small, but it will do. I was hoping for at least ten, but eight adorable little bimbos will do just fine. Computer, when are we landing?”

“Landing on Earth in twenty-seven minutes, thirty-three seconds.” The computer responded flatly.

“Plenty of time to imagine what kind of pets are waiting for me down there, I suppose…”

—

Nilla’s rather small ship landed in an alley behind a quaint little cafe. The sun was about to rise, and the crisp, cool air was a welcome change to the stuffy air in a space vehicle suited for no more than twenty occupants. After stretching her arms, legs, back, and tail, Nilla was ready to make some new friends.

Poking out from the cafe’s back door was a short woman in a tight red employee tee shirt and plain black pants. Her shiny black hair was pulled back in a tail through a red visor and a subtle tattoo of a rose was visible on the back of her neck. Her chest was rather flat, Nilla knew the transformation would sort that issue out. The worker tossed a bag into an open dumpster then withdrew back inside without noticing the interstellar visitor who had just landed.

“My first friend! She’s pretty, she’ll make a wonderful pet~” Nilla hummed to herself, then stepped through the door her soon-to-be victim had just disappeared into.

“Um, excuse me? I’m sorry, but customers can’t come back here. We’re not even open yet.” The woman’s name was Luna, if her name tag was to be believed. “If you’re looking for some kind of convention, you’re in the wrong place. That’s sweet cosplay, though,” she said, her deep, feminine voice adding to the lust building within Nilla.

“Oh this is all me, darling~” Nilla winked and flicked her tail, showing it was no mere costume. “I’m glad you like what you see, hon, because you’ll be getting very familiar with my body soon enough~”

“What are you talking about? And that’s a really neat trick, how’d you get the tail to move on its own?” Luna had to admit to herself that the stranger’s body was stunning. She was aroused by everything from the alien’s movements and mannerisms to her perfectly form-fitting, sexy rubber attire.

“Want to touch it?” Nilla swung her tail in front of her and let its diamond tip melt into a black, latexy goo.

Luna did want to touch it, if not out of sheer curiosity, then surely thanks to her secret latex fetish. Slowly, the cashier sunk her fingers into the warm liquid. So many sensations hit her immediately: the goop was moving on its own, it was truly alive; the spike in arousal from intimately touching living latex that got her panties wet; the new thoughts entering her mind, replacing old ones… It was all so wonderful.

Anxiety and pain faded away, out of her mind and out of her life. Her job began to lose all meaning, as did money, responsibilities, and obligations. Her mind lingered on how good the slime-like substance felt, how intimate it was for her hand to sink into an alien’s melty body, and how much she was turned on by Nilla.

“Y-you feel incredible! I wish I could stay like this forever~” Luna moaned gently, letting the goo slide between her fingers as she tenderly squeezed.

“Oh really? This is only the beginning, hon. It just gets better from here, that much I promise.”

“Really? Oh then please, please keep going! I need this…”

Nilla smirked. “Then say ‘please, Mistress’ for me~”

“Please, Mistress?” Luna gladly obeyed, even more excited that she now had a mistress to guide her.

“Good girl~”

“Will you… Will you take care of me, Mistress?”

“Oh you sweet thing, of course I will~” As she cooed those heart-felt words, Nilla placed a hand on Luna’s cheek and leaned in for a tender kiss. “I love and care for my darling pets, dear. Mistress will make everything better~”

“Oh Mistress! Make me yours! I’ve been waiting for someone to save me from the pain… I’ve been waiting for my happy ending…”

“You’ll be happy dear, but like I said, this is just the beginning. There’s so much more ahead of you, and none of it will be pain.” Nilla began to stroke her new pet’s body with her tail, as if it were a paintbrush. “Let’s start down here, shall we?” The rubbery alien brushed a glob of black goo over the zipper of Luna’s pants, then stood back to watch the magic happen.

“A-ah! Nnng, Mistress, what’s th-this!?” Luna gasped as Nilla’s goop began to merge with her.

“An upgrade, darling! I thought you might need a little something extra between your legs~”

Feeling the clutter in her mind shrink away, the smile on Luna’s face just got wider and wider. “It feels so w-weird! So good… Mmm, M-Mistress, will it be big? I wanna have a big cock!”

“Don’t you worry your pretty little head, it’ll be a big one~”

The rubber mass on Luna’s crotch spread down her legs and up her torso, beginning to cover the rest of her body as it went to work reforming her genitals. Luna’s vagina sealed up as her clitoris dissolved into the latex bulge, and suddenly she could feel it as if it were a part of her own body - no, it really was a part of her body now.

“Nnng! M-my cock! I can feel my cock!” Luna cheered gleefully.

Nilla’s goo continued to corrupt the first of many, merging and assimilating body and clothes alike. It felt as though Luna’s clothes were being seared into her skin in a blaze of kinky energy, replacing flesh and blood with pure rubber. The symbiote had covered everywhere below the neck now, and was already altering the rest of Luna’s body: her thighs ballooned out from dainty and thin to thick and curvy; her toes merged together as high heels grew from her feet, creating permanent latex boots; her flat chest pushed outwards, forming still-expanding rubber breasts; and her ass puffed out to compliment her new thighs. But of course, the transformation didn’t end there. Goo enveloped her head and sealed all her orifices, fusing her body to her visor and hair until it was all one solid mass.

New thoughts began to sprout in her mind. 'I want to serve Mistress… I want Mistress to be my owner… At least sometimes, maybe? Nnng, so hard to think… Mistress can think for me every now and then, right? Mistress won't mind… I want to make Mistress happy, make Mistress proud of me! I want Mistress to love me… Wait, my wife… What about my wife? I have a wife… Alicia... What about my wife, will Mistress love her too? I need to make Alicia become like me so Mistress will love her too!' The thought of converting someone into a rubber drone like herself made her stretchy bulge expand and bounce in excitement.

As Luna’s body solidified and lost its drippy, melty attributes, her “”skin”” - or rather, her new rubber body - recoloured itself to what it had been before: it was like her uniform, skin, and hair colours had been painted onto her bare, squeaky surface. She still resembled her human form, despite being curvier and rubberier. Her flat, featureless face was painted with wide, cheery green eyes and a big, goofy perma-grin. Nothing organic remained within - unless you could call the living latex goo “organic.” It was like she was a writhing rubber shell brimming with corruptive black goo just waiting to burst.

“Mistress! Mistress, how do I look?” Luna chimed, being able to speak despite having no real mouth. “Am I pretty? Am I sexy? Am I a good girl? Oh mistress, please feel me! Please squeeze me and rub me and love me!~”

“Oh Luna, of course you’re a good girl! A pretty and sexy good girl… My good girl~” Nilla wrapped her arms around her masterpiece, squishing Luna in a tight embrace. The pet bimbo squeaked as her rubber stretched and bent with every movement. The domme felt Luna’s null bulge - or nulge - twitch and throb, sensing how eager it was to go to work for its Mistress. "You're perfect, darling, now go make me proud~"

Luna knew exactly what she had to do. The new thoughts that had grown inside her made it clear what her Mistress wanted of her: convert everyone to her perfect little rubber bimbos! Along with these thoughts came instincts and knowledge of how to perpetuate Nilla's blessing.

“Hey, what’s going on?” An androgenous voice called out from behind Luna, belonging to one of her coworkers. He was a rather adorable femboy with short pink hair that just barely fell over the tips of his ears. His uniform was identical to that of Luna’s, save for a name tag that read ‘Jess.’ His chest was even flatter than Luna’s was, but his hips already had some curve to them.

Luna spun around to face Jess, whose eyes shot open in equal parts shock and horror at the uncanny sight before him. Before he could so much as move another muscle, the smell of rubber filled the air as the latexy bimbo strutted towards her first prey. That scent belonged to a pheromone Luna released, which acted as both an aphrodisiac and a hypnotic agent. Jess let out a whine steeped in pleasure as his pants quickly tented.

“Get used to this wonderful, rubbery stench, darling! You’ll be producing it yourself soon enough! Hee hee hee!” Nilla giggled as she stood back and watched her thrall go to work on the helpless femboy.

“Hee hee hee!” Luna echoed as her null bulge vibrated intensely, then began to transform again. It seemingly unfurled itself from a perfectly round orb into a massive footlong cock, swollen and standing at attention, aching to release a load all over someone. “Wanna rub me off, Jess? C’mon, you know it’ll feel soooo good! For both of us~”

Drooling a bit, Jess’ eyes gained a very faint lilac-coloured haze to them, proving that the pheromone had already begun to work its hypnotic magic on his mind. His thoughts swirled, spinning away as if in the vortex of a bathtub that was draining out. One by one, concerns and emotions got sucked down the drain, leaving plenty of empty space for new ones to take their place. The entranced guy placed his feminine hands, complete with red painted nails, on Luna’s writhing rubber girlcock. ‘R-rubber… feels so good!’ He thought as he blankly began to squeeze and jerk the artificial woman’s member before him. ‘I don’t even like rubber, do I? I do now though… I’ve always liked rubber, maybe? Nnng, rubber cock… Squishy, creaky, glossy rubber cock…’

“Nnng! Nnng! Squeeze harder, Jess! Hee hee hee! You’re gonna be just like me! We’ll be mistress’ little rubber sluts together! Won’t that be wonderful?” Luna wrapped her creaking latex arms around the dazed femboy and pulled him in as tight as she could. She began to hump Jess, her elated dick sandwiched between their torsos, squeaking and squelching and creaking and croaking. “I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum! Hee hee hee!”

Black, latexy cum spluttered out from Luna's shiny cock, coating both Jess' upper body and her own. Luna's first orgasm with a penis invigorated her spirit. Her rubber body pumped goo out just as a human body would pump out cum: she felt each throb run along the length of her shaft, culminating in a tight squeeze of her glans as the sensation of release pounded a deep satisfaction through her core. Creaming someone, spreading her mistress' gift, watching her jizz begin to corrupt someone… It all made Luna feel absolutely euphoric.

If Jess' mind was a bathtub, then it was rapidly filling up with corruptive black latex. Less and less of his own thoughts remained, continuing to drain away. 'Boobs, where are my boobs!? This flat chest feels so bare, so wrong! But this cum… ohhh, this cum feels so good! Yes! Cover more of me- all of me!' Jess took his hands off Luna's member and put them to better use spreading the latexy jizz over the rest of his body. 'Rubber feels good… Rubber is normal. I'm supposed to be rubbery. I need to be rubbery. Rubber is good, rubber is sexy, give me rubber, make me rubber!'

The latex was covering his entire body now, hard at work refitting his body to Nilla's specifications. Jess' flat chest inflated into hollow rubber melons that quickly filled up as his internal organs melted into more black goop. His feet ceased being feet as they took the form of sexy high-heeled boots. His pink hair fused together as his face stretched and warped to become flat and featureless. The boner in his pants curled up into a ball, liquefying into a squishy nulge of elastic rubber skin.

"M-Mis… tress?" Jess managed to say after his mouth had sealed shut, being replaced with a silly looking flat grin identical to the one plastered on Luna's face. As the outer goo solidified, the new bimbo drone was revealed. Jess was now identical to Luna in all but three ways: his eyes were brown instead of green, his hair was pink and loose instead of black and in a tail, and he lacked the tattoo Luna had on her neck. "Oh Mistress, am I a good girl? Please tell me I'm a good girl!" He asked excitedly.

"You're a very good girl, darling. Now go and make Mistress happy by corrupting whoever else is left on this planet!"

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Nilla returned to her ship, opting to wait inside for her thralls to assemble. She had planted subconscious instincts to return to her ship once everyone had been converted - she planned on taking her bimbos on a beach vacation in the Orion Nebula, not wanting to stick around on such a tiny rock.

Hours passed, and nobody returned to her ship.

“Where are they? How long does it take to convert six more people? Well… I guess I can’t fault bimbos for struggling to do something like this. Hopefully they don’t take too long, though… I can’t wait for all their bulges pressed up against my body, hee hee hee!~” Waiting patiently, Nilla fell into a nap that would last for days.

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"I'm home, Allie!" Luna called to her wife as she stepped into her apartment, energised after a full day of converting those who set foot in the cafe.

"Oh god, Luna are you safe? I've seen the news about this weird virus spreading through the city, right around where you work!" Alicia called from another room. "Honey we have to get out of here before-" She stepped out of the bedroom to come face to face with her rubberised wife. "Oh god, not you! Anyone but you! Luna, Luna I love you! We'll fix this!" Tears raced down Alicia's cheeks.

"But don't you want to be a good girl for Mistress?" Luna asked cheerily. "We could be good girls together! We could both be Mistress's good girls, and be loved by her and be used by her and feel good forever! Hee hee hee!"

"No! Luna! My Luna, what have they done to you!?"

"Alicia? Alicia, are you ok?" Their neighbour Lucien ran in the still-open door after hearing the commotion. "By the gods, one of them got in the building!"

The man with spiky blonde hair scurried to the kitchenette, swinging open drawers until he found a sharp knife. Brandishing his new weapon, Lucien lunged at the parody of humanity standing between Alicia and himself.

"LUCIEN, NO!" Alicia screamed, horrified that her wife might get hurt - if there was still anything remaining of Luna within that cold, inhuman shell.

Luna, however, didn't move an inch. The bimbo allowed the knife to painlessly slice into her stomach, exposing her gooey insides to the frightened attacker.

"What the hell are you?" Lucien rasped, frozen in horror as living latex seeped out of the wound, across the knife, onto his hand, and up his arm. The smell of rubber pheromones erupted through the room.

"Mistress says I'm a good girl! Hee hee hee!"

"G-good g-girl?" Lucien stuttered, his mind already shutting down.

"Good… girl…" Alicia breathed, the term sticking in her mind as if the words themselves were made of goo.

Pulling the knife out from Luna’s artificial body, Lucien realised he couldn’t let go. His hand refused to move, as the goop’s transformation had already begun to claim his body and mind.

Alicia's cock swelled as fear and arousal surged through her. The bulge in her navy jeans would have embarrassed her more if she hadn't noticed a bulge in Lucien's pants, too. Her loose grey sweater draped over her curvy body and her dyed blue hair flowed past her shoulders. She was frozen with her back to the wall, watching the events unfold before her.

With Luna facing Lucien, Alicia could see her wife’s Rose tattoo on the back of her neck, now merely a paint job like the rest of the colour on her body. They had both gotten matching tattoos on their necks after getting married; neither of them were fond of rings or jewellery. Alicia was at least glad that her wife’s transformation hadn’t wiped away that part of her identity.

Snapping back to reality, Alicia noticed that there were now two complete rubber bimbo drones facing her. Lucien was now curvy and effeminate, sporting bouncy breasts that creaked with the rest of his body. His white dress shirt and black tie were painted onto his naked rubber body, along with his dark grey suit pants. Where there once were black dress shoes were pointy high-heeled boots just like Luna’s. The knife in his hand had fused with him, becoming just as much a part of him as his clothes and hair. Of course, it was now made of rubber with a seam running along the “”sharp”” end. Too dull to cut butter, it at least wasn’t going to be hurting anyone anytime soon.

Luna was still seeping latex out of her injury - no, the goo was seeping back into her through the wound. As the last of her slimy black latex reached the punctured surface, it melted the nearby skin and sealed the cut in a matter of seconds. Alicia’s wife was back to being a perfect rubber toy, as if she had never taken a knife to the gut at all.

“I love you a lot, honey!” Luna said giddily. “And Mistress will love you a lot too! I’ll make you one of us, then we’ll be together with Mistress forever and ever and ever! Hee hee hee!”

Almost in synch, Luna and Lucien unfurled their null bulges into pulsing artificial dicks. Alicia’s senses were assaulted by the intense musk of rubber. Her mind fogged over, making it hard to resist the urge to fuck her stretchy, squishy wife harder than she ever had before.

"L-Luna… you have to… f-fight it…" Alicia struggled to even conceptualise resistance. Her eyes were glowing a pretty lilac colour as her mind wandered to two thoughts: how sexy she would feel as a goop-filled rubber balloon, and how wonderful it would be for Mistress to notice her. 'Wait… M-Mistress?' Despite never seeing Nilla before, she had a clear mental picture of the alien woman dominating her thoughts. Her long, lustrous tail, ready to coil around her throbbing member… Her beautiful, shiny legs, perfect for flattening her perfect rubber head between her thighs… Her mommy milkers hanging from her chest, just waiting to be fondled by a good girl who earned Mistress' reward… Her gorgeous lips, perfect for kissing her smooth, featureless face… 'W-wait, I don't have a smooth, featureless face!' Alicia was pulled back to reality, where she discovered that her body had acted on autopilot while she was fantasising. Her mouth was serving Luna's slippery, squelching glans as her hands ran up and down her length. The overwhelming taste of pure rubber consumed her as black latex precum covered the inside of her mouth, ran down her throat, and seeped out past her plump lips.

Having nobody to service him, Lucien was forced to rub himself off as he stood by, building up to releasing his load - no, releasing his mistress' load - all over the uninitiated woman.

'Wh-what am I doing?' Alicia thought. ‘I needed to do something… I think? Can't remember…'

“We’re going to be such good girls together, Allie! Mistress will be so pleased with us! Hee hee!” Luna squeaked, thrusting against her wife’s tight grasp on her member harder as she approached climax.

‘Mistress… Good girls… Nnng, I get to be a g-good girl? Really?’ At the thought of her sexy alien mistress calling her a good girl, Alicia was pushed over the edge. Her dick spasmed as she creamed her panties, cum seeping through and causing a dark spot to form on the crotch of her jeans. The pheromones and precum she was inhaling refused to let her orgasm end, however, so her panties just got stickier and stickier as the wet spot grew larger and larger. Little did Alicia know that her cum was just as latexy as her wife’s, her bodily functions having already been corrupted by the precum working through her system. The living latex was relentless, working swiftly even in small doses.

“Allie, I’m gonna cum! Hee hee hee!” Luna erupted goopy black jizz, the force of which shoved Alicia’s mouth off her lover’s cock.

“Me too! Hee hee!” Lucien chimed in as he achieved orgasm a moment later.

Her face was already getting plastered with Luna’s cum, her chest was splattered with Lucien’s cum, and her entire lower body was swimming in her own gooey goodness.

“Hee hee~” Alicia laughed cheerily as soon as she gained her inexplicable, rubbery ability to speak. Her cock only ceased spewing cum after it had curled up into a vibrating nulge. The once-loose sweater she was wearing shrunk to a form-fitting rubber skin, now accentuating instead of hiding her perfect tiddies. Her grey socks melted with her feet, moulding themselves into permanent grey boots as her Jeans followed suit and fused with her body. Her long hair became merely an extension of her elastic body, congealing into the same material as the rest of her being.

As Alicia’s outer shell cooled into its solid form, her face was revealed to the other two good girls in the room. Luna was elated to see her wife sporting the same big, dumb smile as her.

“I love you, Luna! This feels so good! Hee hee!” Alicia giggled as she got up off her knees, making obnoxiously loud creaks and squeaks all the while.

“I know right! I told you it felt good! Hee hee!” Luna responded, interlocking her smooth, shiny fingers with Alicia’s. “Let’s go make some more good girls for Mistress, Allie!”

To be continued?

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...It continues! The sequel to this, Fall of Rubber Bimbos, can be found here!