Elasticia's Dirty Secret - Latex TF
Tags: Inanimate, Latex, Clothing TF, Unaware, Melting, Caption, Shapechange, Latex fetish, Latex TF
In the sprawling metropolis of Apex City, where gleaming skyscrapers pierced the smog-filled sky, a group of superheroes known as the "Ultra Justice Force" watched the bustling streets below. Among their ranks was Elasticia, a pink, rubbery, sweet heroine with a secret as flexible as her body. Ever…
In the sprawling metropolis of Apex City, where gleaming skyscrapers pierced the smog-filled sky, a group of superheroes known as the "Ultra Justice Force" watched the bustling streets below. Among their ranks was Elasticia, a pink, rubbery, sweet heroine with a secret as flexible as her body. Everybody loved her, and she was one of the most popular members of her team. Once a troublemaker named Cindy, she'd gained her powers after sneaking into HidraTech Industries a cutting-edge research facility specializing in revolutionary technologies which would shape the world as we know it. There, she had an accident, and her whole body was transformed into a test material. They developed a fully recyclable, stretchy, and easily reformable rubber-based material. It gave her the material's properties. A few months after the accident, the material was released to the public, shocking the world by storm. Two months after her accident, Elasticia joined the Ultra Justice Force and started fighting alongside teammates like Captain Kinetic, Vortex Vixen, and Dr. Synapse. But beneath her heroic facade lurked a secret, a dark little secret: every stretch, every shape-shift sent waves of ecstasy through her malleable form. It was a feeling she craved that grew harder to satisfy as time passed. After a routine night patrol, Elasticia was drawn to a factory on the outskirts of town. Unable to resist, she slipped inside, stripping off her costume and exposing her glossy pink body to the cool air. The machines hypnotized Elasticia, their industrial hum promising ecstasy beyond her wildest dreams. She approached the taffy puller first, its metal arms gleaming in the low light. A gasp escaped her glossy lips as she fed her arms into the machine. The puller whirred to life, stretching her limbs to impossible lengths. "Oh god, yes!" she cried out, her malleable body elongating further and further. Her pink, rubbery flesh thinned and stretched, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her. Next came the industrial mixer. Elasticia dove in headfirst, her body immediately caught in the swirling blades. Instead of pain, she felt only bliss as her form was whipped into a mush. Her moans echoed off the factory walls as she was blended and kneaded, her consciousness briefly fragmenting before snapping back together. Machine after machine, Elasticia pushed her limits. A steam press flattened her into a quivering sheet. Molds shaped her into various forms, each new shape bringing fresh waves of ecstasy. She lost track of time, lost in pleasure. In her blissed-out state, stumbling from one machine to the next, Elasticia failed to notice the recycling unit until it was too late. The conveyor belt carried her elastic form towards the bubbling vat below. As she swung forward on the edge, a moment of clarity cut through her pleasure-consumed mind. "Wait, no-" she started to say, but it was too late. Elasticia plunged into the vat of familiar pink material. Panic and arousal warred within her as she felt herself beginning to melt. The heat of the liquid rubber enveloped her, seeping into every pore. She tried to maintain her form, but it was futile. "Oh fuck," she gasped, her voice bubbling up through the viscous pink goo. "I'm melting... dissolving... becoming one with the rubber..." Her consciousness began to spread thin, dispersing throughout the vat. Every molecule of her being tingled with sensation. It was terrifying, exhilarating, and intensely erotic all at once. As the last of her solid form liquefied, Elasticia experienced one final, mind-shattering orgasm. Her ecstatic cry merged with the bubbling of the vat as she fully integrated with the batch of rubber, her individual self lost in a pink sea of sensation. Elasticia's liquefied form swirled in the vat, her consciousness fragmented but hyper-aware. Industrial pumps whirred to life, drawing her through a network of pipes. She felt herself divided, portions of her essence flowing into different chambers. The most significant part of her, containing the core of her awareness, was funneled into a mold. Pressure and heat surrounded her as she was shaped into a thin, pink latex leotard. Every curve and contour of the garment tingled with sensitivity. The formation of the front zipper sent shivers through her rubber form. As the leotard cooled and solidified, Elasticia became more sensitive than ever. The slightest movement or touch sent waves of pleasure rippling through her. She was folded, packaged, and shipped, each jostle and bump during transport eliciting silent gasps of ecstasy. Days later, Elasticia felt herself being unwrapped. She saw a young woman with vibrant blue hair examining her. The girl's fingers traced along Elasticia's surface, sending jolts of sensation through the former heroine. "Perfect for tonight," the blue-haired girl murmured, slipping Elasticia on. The sensation of skin against her latex form was almost too much to bear, and then other clothes on top. Elastici
