Elasticia helping out - Latex TF
Tags: Inanimate, Latex, Clothing TF, Dress, Melting, Object TF, Caption, Objectification, Latex TF, Elastic, Squishy, Goo TF
DescriptionIf you want to make a suggestion or have an unique idea? Join the Discord Server. Maybe there is a giveaway so don't miss it! Psss the uncensored versions are there as well!Last Part:Elasticia helping out - Latex TFHeros walked out of a big conference room into the Hero HQ's common room.…
Heros walked out of a big conference room into the Hero HQ's common room. Elasticia sprawled across the worn couch, her pink form melting into the cushions. Two fucking hours of corporate bullshit had finally ended. Monthly reports, new patrol guidelines and insurance policy updates. Every hero hated these meetings. "Christ, my head feels like taffy," Elasticia muttered. Her malleable fingers kneaded her temples. Captain Kinetic had bolted for patrol. Dr. Synapse retreated to his lab. Thunder Strike mentioned equipment maintenance. The headquarters felt empty. 'Maybe I should visit that factory again,' she thought. Her pink skin flushed darker at the memory of industrial machinery. The rhythmic pulling, the stretching, the intense sensations. Her thighs rubbed together unconsciously. "Hey Greta! Is something the matter?" Elasticia sat up fast. Greta stood in the doorway wearing black clothes with purple accents. Dark makeup on her pale face. Greta giggled. "Yes, you remember the promise on Halloween? I helped you out on patrol, and now you should help me." Elasticia's entire torso deflated with her sigh. "Okay, okay, I remember. So what do you want me to be, your flip flops again? Or just toy with me?" Night Shade passed the doorway at that exact moment. His eyebrows shot up. He kept walking, muttering something. Greta laughed. "No, pinky pie. I need a dress for an occasion." "Alright, a deal is a deal. When is the occasion?" "It's today." "Today? Jezz, Greta, you don't even give me air to chill out!" Elasticia stood. "Alright, let's go to your place." Greta smirked. "Yeah, but not like that. I still live with my dad, remember?" Before Elasticia could respond, invisible pressure crushed down on her. Greta's gravity powers squeezed her from all directions. "Mmmmmph!" Her limbs disappeared into her torso. Her head sank into her shoulders. Her breasts flattened against her chest. Everything compressed into a perfect sphere the size of a tennis ball. Every part of her pressed against itself, creating friction and heat. Her consciousness remained intact, but her senses were limited to pressure and warmth. Greta caught the pink ball. "Perfect size." She dropped Elasticia into her hoodie pocket. The journey was disorienting. Elasticia felt every step Greta took. Each movement bounced her against the pocket's fabric. The warmth from Greta's body made her pink material soften. ANTIGRAF's voice boomed. "Greta, don't you forget! Today is ze party, and you need ze dress. Did you get one?" "Yes, dad, I got one! I'll be ready in thirty minutes!" Footsteps rushed up stairs. A door closed. Elasticia felt herself being removed from the pocket. The pressure released suddenly. Her form exploded outward, expanding back to normal size. Pink substance flowed across a soft surface, reforming her limbs, her torso, her head. Elasticia took in the bedroom. Black walls with purple accents everywhere. Band posters covered the surfaces. Gothic decorations hung from the ceiling. But one thing caught her attention. On a small shelf near the bed sat an Elasticia action figure. The official merchandise version. Elasticia's face formed a smug expression. "So you're a fan, huh?" Greta's pale cheeks flushed red. She grabbed the figurine and turned it to face the wall. "It's nothing! Just a gift from when I was younger!" "Sure, sure," Elasticia teased. Greta puffed out her cheeks. "So about this dress. Today my dad is going to this dumb villains yearly party. I'm his daughter, so I have to attend." She paused. "He doesn't know that I'm a hero now." Elasticia's eyes widened. "Wait, he doesn't know?" "Shhhh! Yes, exactly! So I need a dress for today, and hey, if you get spotted, you'll be in the worst possible scenario. So I'll tell anyone who asks that you're some kind of smart material, okay?" Elasticia nodded. "Alright, I understand. So about being your dress?" "Make it pink with a cleavage cutout. The dress should cover everything else. Include gloves that connect to the dress, and the neck should be covered too." Elasticia concentrated. Her pink form began to flow. The tingling started in her feet, spreading upward. Her legs merged together, fusing into a single column. The sensation sent pleasant shivers through her transforming body. Her torso began to thin and spread. Pink flesh stretched outward, creating width while losing thickness. Her arms elongated, thinning into sleeves. Her fingers melted together. The change started at her base and flowed upward. Her breasts flattened against what would become the bodice. The cleavage cutout formed naturally. Her neck stretched upward, creating a high collar. Her face smoothed out, features disappearing completely. The transformation completed. Elasticia existed purely through the dress now. Her consciousness spread throughout the purple fabric. The scent of Greta's perfume, the mustiness of the room. Greta ran her fingers across the fabric. "Holy shit, you horny stretchy hero! You're really goo
