Akila's Latex Transformation

A latex vore story! C: This was fun to write.  I hope you like it!

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The Las Vegas Delton Laboratory workers had been developing the nanomachines for over a year now.  Little did they know what their polymer-eating creation would become.
“Alright!” Ryan said, stretching his legs and pocketing his pen in his lab coat.  “I’m done for the day.  Plus, it’s the weekend—we deserve to go out early, have some fun.”  The tiger stood up from his chair.  “Akila, are you coming?”
“Not yet,” the snake said, staring at the nanobots.  “I want to work on these a bit longer.  And we’re not supposed to manage these things without a partner.  Dexxie’s already gone home.”
Ryan rolled her eyes—Akila could be such a workaholic.  “I’m sure you’ll be fine.  Hey—if anything happens, blame it on me.  I’m gonna run.”
“But—”  Too late.  The man walked out of the lab, and soon, he was gone.  Akila sighed, but resumed what she had been doing.
Akila got to work on the nanomachines, jotting down notes as she studied their capabilities.  As she put a new plastic shard into the containment, she failed to notice that, when she slammed it shut, she left the flap open just a millimeter.  And that was enough for the machines.
First the nanobots consumed the plastic (the remains of a milk bottle), reducing it to nothing in less than a second.  Then, seeking more, they rushed through the crack, tapping the top of the flap.
Akila turned to the containment upon hearing the sound.  At first she thought a bug had landed on the table, and instinctively she slammed her hand down to swat it.  A moment later, she saw the machines, but by then it was too late—the nanobots tumbled onto her hand, and began to work their way up her arm.
The snake screeched in fear, trying to get them off, but they held tight.  “Ryan!  Anyone!” she called, wishing desperately that her partner hadn’t left.  Swatting the nanomachines made them start to malfunction, and they began to transform the snake.
Akila felt it before she saw it.  The skin underneath the nanobots felt rubbery and soft, smoother than ever.  She looked down at her hand, and saw that her hand was now a new texture—no longer her hand, but a hand made of latex.
The snake screamed and stumbled back, tripping and falling onto the floor.  “Help!  It’s changing me!  Help!”  The only thing her shouts seemed to do was speed up the nanomachines, who began to crawl up her arm, transforming her further.
The latex crawled down Akila’s fingers, rubber reaching down from her hand and encompassing her wrist, then her arm, going down bit by bit.  No matter how much Akila tried to get them off, the nanobots remained unphased.  Well, they had been invented to withstand enormous force—she just never thought that force would be used against her.
The machines reached her elbow, then made their way up to her shoulder, converting her skin more and more.  Now her entire arm was latex, and tenatively, Akila reached out with her other hand to touch it.  That rubbery skin was as soft as she imagined, pleasurable to touch and smooth as butter.  She could feel herself getting ever so slightly aroused by it, partly because the nanobots were changing her emotionally as they changed her physically.  She reached down between her legs with her other hand, and began to masturbate as the machines traveled further.
The nanobots went from her shoulder to her neck, wrapping around it like a collar, but not going to her face just yet.  Instead, the machines made their way down her chest, first changing her collarbone, and then reaching her chest.
Akila gasped as the machines traveled down her breast and too her nipples, the oblivious machines turning her on even more as those parts were converted to soft, smooth latex.  Her hand slammed into her vagina, moving faster as her arousal increased.
The machines seemed to speed up now, leaving her breasts all too soon, and climbing down her belly, to her hips.  At her neck, the nanobots were on the move, climbing up her face and down her other arm.  They were on her chin when the ones on the bottom reached her legs, and began transforming her vagina.
Akila could feel it changing underneath her hand, her smooth parts becoming even smoother as the machines did their work.  She cried out as the intense stimulation rocked her, and that was when she came, orgasming all over her hand, just as it too converted to latex.  She breathed in the afterglow as the machines finished their work, transforming her legs and ending at the snake’s toes.  Their job complete, the machines shut down until their next task.
Akila, completely transformed from the inside out, looked down at her new body, smiling.  Her entire form was now polymer, a beautiful latex form that she absolutely loved.  The snake looked absolutely the same, but she was now . . . flexible, confident, and quite sexy, in her opinion.  Even the venom within her felt different.  She wanted to try out her new body . . . but with who?
And suddenly her eyes lit up, and Akila knew exactly who she could use.  The snake reached into her lab coat, and pulled out her cell phone.  Dialing a phone number, she leaned back against the cabinet, smirking.
“Hey, Dexxie, it’s me.  I’m having a bit of a problem at the lab.  Think you can come back for a bit?”
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The purple-haired otter blushed as she entered Delton Laboratory once again, swiping her keycard at the entrance to floor 5B.  Why had Akila called her?  She’d been awfully vague on the phone, after all.  Hopefully nothing serious had happened.
She walked up to the laboratory and opened the door.  “Hey Akila!” she called, walking up to the snake.  “What’s the problem?  Is everything alright?”
Akila turned to her with a smile.  “Everything’s just fine, darling.”
“Oh.  Then why did you call—”
That’s when the snake struck.
Before Dexxie could move, Akila was upon her, holding her close, and had bitten her neck.  The otter screamed and flailed in the snake’s grasp, but there was something about her skin—it was so slippery that the otter couldn’t escape.
She glared into Akila’s eyes.  “How dare . . .
“. . . you. . . “
Suddenly, she saw the snake in a whole new light.  Fuck, the way that Akila looked, the way she was licking her lips. . . It was turning the otter on, big time.  “Can we . . . have some fun?” Dexxie asked.
Akila smiled.  “I thought you’d never ask.”
And then they were kissing hungrily, devouring each other with their lips, desperate for each other’s touch.  When Akila retreated, the otter let out a desperate mew, making the snake laugh.
“Don’t be sad,” she said, smiling.  “I have another place for you to kiss.”
She pushed Dexxie to her knees, and took off her pants, revealing a hungry, wet pussy.  Getting on the ground, Akila smirked and said to Dexxie, “Go on.  Let’s see what you can do.”
Dexxie immediately began, teasing Akila with kisses on her inner thighs, leaving the snake wanting more.  And then she got more: the otter started smooching her latex vagina, too turned on to question the rubbery texture, her kisses pressing against the smooth plastic and making Akila cry out.
She pant as she was pleasured more and more.  To Dexxie, that sounded like she was doing /very/ well, and she came in with her tongue, licking and swirling around the vagina like it was an ice cream cone.  She was quite experienced at this by now, and it showed—Akila was moaning quite loudly by now.
The snake cried out grabbed Dexxie’s head.  But the otter didn’t stop—if anything, that only encouraged her as she continued to turn Akila on.  “Fuck . . . /fuck/, I’m. . . !”
She came right in the Dexxie’s face, wet juices hitting the otter’s furry head.  Dexxie retreated, panting and catching her breath from the encounter, looking up at Akila.  The snake smiled and beckoned her to come forward, which she did, crawling up to Akila.
“Alright,” the snake said, licking her lips.  “Time to go down the hatch, sweetheart.”
/Down the hatch?  What—/
But then Akila opened her mouth, revealing a maw dripping with drool, and Dexxie understood.  Still aroused, she leaned forward, anticipating being eaten and even wanting to know how it would feel.  Perhaps Akila would pleasure her on her way down.
The snake latched her jaw around Dexxie, and sealed her head in the mouth.  Hot breath panted on the otter, and a forked tongue greeted her, licking up her face like it was a popsicle.  Spit got on her face and into her eyes, but still the otter remained aroused, panting as she anticipated being swallowed.  And then, a gulp sent her down Akila’s throat.
She was pushed in a tight, rubbery tunnel, one that tugged at her flesh, wanting her to go downward.  It was then, as her face and fate were sealed, that the venom began wearing off, and her arousal decreased.  Suddenly, Dexxie realized what was happening.
The otter wanted to scream, but thanks to the tightness of the esophagus, she couldn’t.  So she tried to pull her face up, pushing against Akila with her arms, but that didn’t get her out either.  The snake simply gulped down more of her, sending Dexxie deeper into the digestive system.
She tried to push again with her arms, but another swallow sent them fully into Akila’s mouth, where they were licked and teased just like the rest of her.  So she tried to kick with her knees and feet, but the snake seemed unaffected.  Akila was gulping her down like a machine, sending her further and further towards her doom.
And then, doom met her.  Dexxie’s face suddenly popped out of the tight throat, into an open space.  She let out a gasp of air, but instantly regretted it when her mouth filled with the smell of acid.  The otter gagged as she realized: this was Akila’s stomach.
“No!” she screamed, thrashing and trying to struggle.  But most of her was sealed away within the snake—only her legs remained outside, and her kicks were having no effect.  Akila only gulped down more of her, sending the otter deeper into the belly, until she splashed at the bottom of it, feeling acid gurgle underneath her.
“No, please!” she cried.  Only her feet were left.  Her predator simply laughed, and sent the final bite down with Dexxie.  Now, she was truly trapped.
The otter was forced to curl up in the stomach, unable to move effectively in the tight space.  Underneath her, acid began to rise, and she knew what was going to happen next.
Soon, Dexxie would be digested.
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Akila licked her lips.  Fuck, the otter had been tasty.  And the way her latex body stretched to take in such a big meal!  It was an exquisite feeling of pleasure she had never felt before—and all thanks to this fantastic new body.
She patted her extended stomach, feeling her prey squirm inside.  Her stomach acid rose quickly however, and soon Dexxie was no more.
As the otter digested, Akila could feel her body expand.  Her hips became wider, more pronounced, as did her ass and breasts.  So prey could make her latex body even more beautiful than it already was?  How delightful. . .
The snake put her pants back on and pulled out her keycard.  She was getting out of here—and there was no way she was returning to her normal life.
No, she was going to escape into Vegas.  Find some more prey.  Expand her beautiful body.
And, most importantly, she was going to see what it could do.
Akila couldn’t wait.