Factory Accident - Gum TF
Tags: Inanimate, Latex, Accident, Melting, Object TF, Caption, Objectification, Latex TF, Elastic, Squishy, Food TF, 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!Factory Accident - Gum TFLast Part:The bustling terminal of Apex City International Airport swarmed with travelers…
The bustling terminal of Apex City International Airport swarmed with travelers as Elasticia wheeled her suitcase through sliding glass doors. Two weeks of normalcy with her sister had refreshed her. Being 'regular Cindy' with brown hair and skin that should not stretch took adjustment. Her latex pink form remained hidden beneath HydroFlex paint, making her appear human to casual observers. "Alright, vacation over," she muttered, ducking into the first bathroom she found. Inside the stall, she wiped special solvent across her forearm, revealing glossy pink beneath. The sensation of her true form emerging sent tingles across her skin. She continued until her entire body glowed its natural bubblegum hue. Her fingers stretched twelve inches to reach her bag without bending.m "Fucking feels good to be me again," she sighed, her malleable flesh pulsing with renewed energy . Rather than changing into clothes, she concentrated on reshaping her surface. Pink substance flowed and hardened into the appearance of a form-fitting costume. "Why bother with fabric when you could be your own outfit?" Stepping onto the street, Elasticia tapped her communicator. "Who needs ass-kicking today? Point me to the action!" Thunder Strike's voice crackled through. "Welcome back, stretchy. Bad news though villain convention in Devils Island this week. Some travel package deal. City's quiet as a monastery." "You have got to be shitting me." "Sorry. Even bad guys need vacations." Elasticia groaned, disconnecting the call. With a powerful thrust of her legs, she launched herself skyward, her body stretching like a slingshot before snapping toward the nearest building. She bounced between skyscrapers, her form elongating with each leap. Every stretch sent delicious ripples of sensation through her latex body. Perched atop Apex Financial Tower, she surveyed her domain. "God, I missed this view. Still hate the rent prices though." Her next leap brought her face-to-face with something unexpected: a massive billboard featuring a familiar face. It was Greta ANTIGRAF's daughter. But not as the goth girl she remembered. This Greta wore a sleek black costume with purple accents. The text proclaimed her as 'DARKGRAVITY: APEX CITY'S NEWEST HERO.' "What the actual fuck?" Elasticia gasped, her concentration breaking mid-swing. Her pink body smashed into the adjacent building, spreading across brick like strawberry jam. Her features smooshed flat, breasts pancaking against rough stone. "Unnnngh," she moaned involuntarily as her form slowly peeled itself off and reconstituted. The impact sent waves of forbidden pleasure through her rubber-like substance. "That bitch had turned her into flip-flops. FLIP-FLOPS! And now she is playing hero?" The memory of Greta's foot pressing into her transformed form made Elasticia shudder partly with indignation, partly with something else she refused to acknowledge. Night fell across Apex City. Elasticia sprawled across her couch, flicking through streaming services without interest. She had already binged five series at her sister's beach house. The thought of another evening alone in her apartment made her rubbery form droop with boredom. Her thoughts drifted to more exciting pastimes. The industrial district. The factories. Those wonderful, mechanical arms and devices that could pull, squeeze, and reshape her malleable form. Her pink skin flushed darker at the memory. "No," she told herself firmly. "Bad Elasticia. Remember what Dr. Phillips said." But her therapist had also mentioned moderation. "Occasional indulgence in controlled circumstances isn't inherently harmful," she had said. Elasticia's thighs rubbed together, creating a soft squeaking sound. It had been two weeks since she had experienced any real stretching or reshaping. Two long weeks of maintaining solid human form for her sister's sake. "Just once," she whispered, already heading for the door. "Just to take the edge off." The Willy's Wonderful Sweets Factory stood dark and empty in the industrial zone. Sunday night meant no workers and no witnesses. Elasticia slipped through an unlocked window, her body thinning to squeeze through the narrow opening. The factory floor smelled of sugar and artificial flavoring. Rows of machinery sat silent, except for one section of the taffy production line. Her rubbery legs carried her toward it with purpose, her pussy already moistening at the sight of those wonderful mechanical arms. The taffy puller gleamed under emergency lighting. Six metal arms designed to stretch, fold, and pull candy into perfect consistency. Elasticia approached it reverently, running her fingers along the cool metal surface. "Hello, beautiful TAF PULLER 9000," she purred, flipping the control switch to its lowest setting. The machine hummed to life, arms beginning their hypnotic rotation. Elasticia positioned herself between two of the hooks, extending her arms to grip the metal appendages. The first pull sent electricity through her mal
