Gamble Gamble Elasticia! - Bunny Suit TF
Tags: Inanimate, Pantyhose TF, Sex Toys TF, Latex, Clothing TF, Caption, Latex fetish, Split Awareness, Rubber, Latex TF, Bunnysuit TF
The HydroFlex resale business had been almost too easy. Elasticia's unique connection to the material allowed her to reshape it flawlessly, far better than industrial machines. Each piece she 'acquired' from factories could be transformed into premium products worth ten times the raw material value…
The HydroFlex resale business had been almost too easy. Elasticia's unique connection to the material allowed her to reshape it flawlessly, far better than industrial machines. Each piece she 'acquired' from factories could be transformed into premium products worth ten times the raw material value. Her bank account swelled to 120k within months. The Vegas deal started with her custom "bunny suits." These skin-tight HydroFlex uniforms put traditional latex to shame. When Circus Circus Hotel offered an all-expenses-paid month to discuss ‘bulk orders,’ she barely hesitated. Sure, the place had a reputation as the Strip's armpit, but business was business. The flight was cramped, the taxi smelled like vomit, and the hotel... calling it "vintage" would be generous. Faded circus murals peeled from dingy walls. The carpet probably hadn't been changed since the 70s. Her room's view was a brick wall, and the bed creaked ominously. "At least it's free," she muttered, unpacking her laptop. She'd spent weeks cramming poker tutorials and blackjack strategies. Basic stuff like ‘never split tens’ and ‘always double down on eleven’ became her sacred path to win a fortune. She practiced counting cards until her malleable fingers could track every deck. The casino floor was a shock. Everywhere she looked, showgirls wore her custom HydroFlex suits. The pink material hugged their curves exactly as she'd designed, catching light in ways that drew every eye. Each suit had cost the casino thousands, though they didn't know she'd made them from ‘borrowed’ material. "Twenty thousand in chips," she announced at the cage, trying to sound casual. The cashier barely looked up from her phone. The stack felt heavy, important. Her first stop was the poker room's high-limit section. The felt was worn, the chairs creaked, but the minimums were serious. Perfect for making a statement. She sat down with what she thought was a confident smile. Four hands later, her stack was gone. Just gone. Every bluff called, every strong hand beaten by something stronger. She stumbled to the cage in a daze. "Another twenty," she said, hands trembling slightly. The cashier started counting when a large hand touched her shoulder. "Miss Hydrolady?" The security guard was massive, wearing an earpiece that seemed too small for his head. "The owner would like to play privately. Hundred thousand minimum." Her chest tightened. "I... that's a lot..." "He insisted. Said something about discussing your material sourcing?" The private room was like stepping into a different casino. Rich wood paneling, plush chairs, actual clean carpet. The owner sat alone at a green felt table, silver hair immaculate above an expensive suit. "The famous suit designer!" He grinned, slapping a passing bunny girl's ass. The pink HydroFlex rippled. "Or should I say, the former hero who sells pieces of herself?" "That's not it... I only reshape regular HydroFlex," Elasticia protested, taking her seat. "I'm just better than machines." Drinks appeared as they played. Her initial luck was incredible, up to 133k within an hour. The private room felt suffocating as Elasticia sat across from the owner. Her stack of 133k in chips seemed impressive, but his pile dwarfed hers. The alcohol buzzed pleasantly in her system as she tried to maintain composure. "Let's make this interesting," he smiled, dealing. "Five card draw, 10k minimum bet." Her first hand: three 8s. Not bad. Her malleable face betrayed her excitement though, pink skin literally glowing brighter. She bet 15k. "Calm down, calm down," she thought but said out loud, trying to control herself. But it was too late. "Call, and raise 30k." He hadn't even taken new cards. She called. He showed a straight flush. Just like that, 45k gone. "Your face lights up with a good hand," he chuckled. "Maybe stick to reshaping HydroFlex?" Next hand: pair of Kings. Her rubbery fingers trembled dealing the chips. Another tell. "Scared money doesn't make money," he taunted, raising to 40k. She called again. Four of a kind on his side. Down to 48k. The drinks kept coming. Her rubber like skin flushed warmer with each sip, making her tells even more obvious. When she got excited, she practically glowed pink. When worried, her face would unconsciously stretch slightly. "Two pair!" she announced proudly on the next hand, her face beaming like a nightlight. "Full house," he replied calmly. "You're down to your last 8k." Panic set in. Her form started losing coherence slightly. Her fingers stretched too long, her face became asymmetrical. She took a long drink to steady herself. "All in," she pushed her remaining chips forward. "Call." He didn't even look at his cards. She showed trip 5s, hope rising. He flipped over a royal flush. "Well," he said, producing those pink chips. "Care to try winning it all back? These chips represent your body mass..." The rest of the game was brutal. Each lost hand required her to transform part of her body. Her legs went first, be
