Comm: Latex in Love (Part 6)
Added 2023-02-10 20:36:05 +0000 UTCSummary: A mutated variety of rubber trees alters the DNA of those who come in contact, turning them into latex beings. Commissioned by Ninten.
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They were each told they each had less than a year to live, perhaps six months. That was five months ago.
Mick and Giselle were offered their own rooms, but after spending some time sharing the same room, they seemed to hit it off. Both had failing vital organs; Mick had a bad heart about to go, while Gisselle's kidneys were about to cease functioning entirely, and there weren't any donors available for either on such short notice.
Gisselle lamented their poor luck, not being born into affluence, but Mick had a good sense of humour about it, joking that together, they'd make one functioning person. It got a laugh out of Giselle at least, and the hospital staff recognized their rapport, that maybe it'd be better if they stayed together. The head doctor, in his best attempt to be diligent, advised that if one of them were to serve as a donor for the other, one of them would, if surgery went well, go on to live a fairly normal life. Both Mick and Giselle rejected this proposition, feeling that even if their lives were cut short, it would be preferable to live out their lives together than torn apart.
Faced with inevitable death, without any outside intervention, the staff did their best to make their remaining lives comfortable, putting them inside of the same hospice. However, with rising cases to attend to at the hospital, the particular attention afforded to the "lost causes" was diverted elsewhere, to save lives that could be saved. Mick and Giselle didn't mind this state of affairs; it meant they could sneak out and enjoy what little of their lives remained, even as strength left their bodies.
There was a forest adjacent to the hospital where the couple often wandered to. There were paths carved through the periphery of the woods, but deeper in it was largely untamed, but it was a reprieve from their lives spent indoors, surrounded by whirring machines.
"The air's so clean out here..." Giselle admired the canopies and how they stretched upwards.
"Can't hear any cars, at least." Mick added. "Bet some of these trees would look nice as rocking chairs in front of a Cracker Barrel."
"...heh... I don't think I've gone to one of those." Giselle admitted with a chuckle. "Doctor said rich foods like gravy were... a touch too much for my condition."
"Yea I hear that. Doc told you a lot of things." Mick shrugged. "Like staying on the IV drip."
"W-well, I have the bag, um... in my purse." Giselle rustled her purse with a knowing smirk.
"Heh. That's some clever thinking for hooky." Mick beamed. "C'mon, let's go off the beaten path a bit."
"Yes, I... I've gotten too used to the trails." Giselle nodded. "I'd like to see the rest of the forest before... well..."
It had been an agreement between them to live in the present whenever they could, and if they were to go and get lost in the woods without a compass or a map, then so be it, as long as they spent their time together. It was summertime, and the weather was perfect. If the future didn't exist, what would stop them from seizing their child-like whimsy?
The forest grew denser still, the path more uneven. Apart from human eyes, this is where the creatures of the forest made their homes. Mick styled himself a forager and explorer, from all the Discovery Channel he'd watched, but Giselle was putting it all in just to keep up.
Curiously, Mick came to a stop. The forest seemed to fan out into a clearing. And at the center of it was... a different tree, unlike any of the others outside the clearing.
"Hey, what's this?" Mick approached. "I think something like this tree was in all the specials I watched on the Amazon rainforest..."
"M-Mick..." Giselle pointed towards the tree, where the bark was shifting and bloated. "I think the tree is swollen with... with something..."
"Swollen? Hm..." He prodded at the tree with an explorative poke, noting how it yielded to his touch. "Well, that's strange... never seen anything like-"
SPLURTTT! With another twitch and rumble, the tree ruptured, sending the couple tumbling to the ground in a heap with a torrent of black, viscous ooze! They cried out, crumbling and collapsing on one another, their bodies assaulted by dollops of slick, glossy, slime.
"Ugh, yuck!" Giselle cried out. "It's everywhere! What is this!?"
"No idea, but whatever it is, it's sticky..." Mick stirred, trying to rip some of it off, but it adhered to him like superglue, streaks sliding down his arms and legs. As the two struggled to escape the pool of shimmering ooze, the slime coalesced around them, pushing them together. They were connected at the shoulders now.
"Why's it moving on its own!?" Giselle panicked, flailing to escape. "Mick!"
"It's like it's alive, and it's... nn! It's not eating us, is it!?"
Mick and Giselle yelped as their bodies shifted, the slime rising up around them, tendrils of slime lashing to ensnare them. They turned to face each other, chests pressing against one another. It was then that they realized they were both naked, that the slime was eating at their clothes... the view of the forest quickly hidden away by rising towers of slime, looming over them, spreading out.
"Giselle I... I didn't think this was how we were gonna go out..." Mick swallowed.
"Mick..." Giselle smiled, her lip trembling. "If our lives are to be cut short... I'm glad it was with you..."
Giselle made the first move, leaning toward Mick and kissing him on the lips. As the black slime coated their forms, their lips stuck together. In their scant few moments, they did everything they could to feel, touch, and grope each other in darkness, as tendrils of slime stroked their bodies, leaving a layer of inky residue behind. The slime unfurled up and around them, their vision going dark as it encased them entirely in a tent-sized bubble of latex slime.
They moaned in unison, stirring as their chamber swelled with liquid latex. Mick played with her erect nipples as Giselle shifted her hips to allow his cock entry into her. Frail as they were, adrenaline gripped the both of them, fueled by passion and an insatiable thirst for one another.
Their bodies pushed closer together, their latex-covered bodies rubbing against each other, the bubble of their latex confinement rocking, pulsing, contracting and relaxing with their rhythmic movements. Through the moaning, creaking and shloshing, the snapping of bones one after another punctuated their movements as they increasingly collapsed on each other in tidal waves. Yet in their passionate embrace, there was no pain, only pleasure, closeness, and a rising heat that melted them through to their cores.
Wherever Mick groped, there would be more swelling masses, seemingly solid but melting at the slightest provocation, and his arm would slip through to the other side. Giselle cried out, her arms wobbling in all directions, pressing against the sides of their bubble, pulling Mick closer, into her and out of her. As the bubble around them pressed harder, as the slime within and around them thickened and swelled, neither seemed able to track the lengths of their bodies, spiralling within the confine over and over. Where one body ended, or another began, seemed superfluous, for they were touching each other everywhere.
Their voices choked as their heads slipped closer, like one water droplet subsuming another, and as their rhythmic synchronized, so did their breath, their sensations, their thoughts seem to meld together into an orgasmic explosion. But as one climax rocked their bodies, tendrils lashing across their bodies, flowing in latex ooze, more waves would rock their bodies, over and over, mixing them about until they were totally liquidated... into a viscous ooze not unlike what surrounded them, invaded them, melded with them...
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Some time later, the self-styled "rubbermaid" Lana was performing her regular chores around her isolated commune...
Sproing! KCHUNK! Sproing! KCHUNK! Sproing...
Lana had fashioned her lower body into a clever spring-loaded mechanism, wherein she would hop along the soil beds and deposit seeds of new latex tree specimens into the ground with the loaded mechanism. As a mechanically-gifted rubbermaid, her body sleek, metallic, and cleverly customizable, she had taken to her new form with aplomb. As she hummed a jaunty little tune to herself, she approached one of the mature specimens she was studying...
"...O-oh my." Lana covered her mouth, her twin-tail hairdrills spinning a little fast out of surprise. There were two more rubbermaids coiled together, laying on the ground! Or... was one a rubberman?? She had never seen someone male afflicted with the mutation.
The rubberman's ebony black body and the rubbermaid's ivory white body twisted around each other, chests pressed together as if they were vacuum-sealed together. Lana noted the... exaggerated sexual characteristics of the woman, a typical side effect of the mutation. Lana's eyes drifted about the clearing, her irises focusing like miniature camera lenses, looking at how their bodies twisted around like snakes performing a mating ritual. They looped around the base of trees, disappearing into canonpies, drifting throughout the foliage above, entering and exiting logs on the ground... they must've stretched out over a hundred feet! And their torsos, pressed together, held each other close, arms looping around each other in a black-and-white embrace.
Lana separated her lower body into legs and approached, instinctively checking for breathing, or a heartbeat... then chided herself on her idiocy. Of course they don't have a heartbeat stupid, they're living latex now.
Lana rose, frowning to herself. This was bad... they must've stumbled onto her commune. She tried to make it isolated but...
With a sigh, she resigned herself to bringing them in. Maybe when they came to, she could explain everything. And hopefully they wouldn't be too upset with her cursing them with immortality.
She raised her arms in front of her; they seemed to disassemble into components, looping around each other, unseen connectors reaching for one another, stretching into broad loops... in a matter of moments, she fashioned her torso into a hose winder. She lifted the couple and...
Whirwhirwhir! Wound up tight and fast, working her mechanical muscles to bring their entire mass into the winder. Their bodies were so tightly bound together... Once Lana had finished, clutching a boulder-sized black-and-white ball of bundled coils to her chest, she stumbled back to the commune...
