Jealous Rubber - Latex TF
Tags: Inanimate, Latex, Flattening, Permanent, Melting, Latex fetish, Latex TF, Condom TF
Jessy had dated Mateo for a year and a half, and the breakup had been LOUD. Thrown phone loud. Neighbors filing complaints loud. Afterward she'd ignored him for weeks out of pure principle, because he needed to learn his lesson, and everyone knew how this worked. He'd crawl back. He was HERS. Excep…
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Jessy had dated Mateo for a year and a half, and the breakup had been LOUD. Thrown phone loud. Neighbors filing complaints loud. Afterward she'd ignored him for weeks out of pure principle, because he needed to learn his lesson, and everyone knew how this worked. He'd crawl back. He was HERS. Except while she was busy winning the silent treatment, the buffoon went and found someone new and not just anyone. It was ISABELLA, her rival since school. Tall, effortless, dark waves of hair, that infuriating slow smirk that always made teachers love her and Jessy grind her molars flat. Isabella, dating HER man, cooking in HER old kitchen, sitting on the couch cushion that still probably had Jessy's butt print in it. She couldn't allow it, obviously. So she came up with a genius plan. Find dirt on Isabella. A girl like that HAD to be cheating already, it was statistically certain. Collect evidence, send it to Mateo, catch him when his heart shattered, done. The only problem was access. She didn't have keys anymore, and honestly, she barely knew anything about Isabella's life.
Which was where her friend's contraband came in. Illegal TF technology, smuggled who knows how, a matte black latex bodysuit that turned the user fully malleable and TINY. Perfect infiltration gear. Her friend had explained everything, including, at some point, presumably, how to turn back. Jessy had been on her phone for that part. So on Friday evening she stood in the alley behind Mateo's building, stripped down, and stuffed her clothes into the big trash bin. It got emptied Mondays. She'd be done in a few days, easy. Then she pulled the bodysuit on. It clung instantly, sucking flat against her skin like it was drinking her, cool and slick, crawling up her legs, her hips, sealing over her belly and breasts, and then it PULLED. Her whole body compressed inward, and the sensation was beyond strange, muscles and bones and organs squeezing together, softening, melting into one dense lumpy mass, boundaries between parts dissolving, everything becoming everything else. 'Ohhh~ oh that's weird, that's SO weird~' The lumpiness smoothed. Her shape returned, but wrong, better, glossier. Her skin was black shining latex now, seamless from toe to scalp. Her hair had become a sculpted rubber bob. Her face, when she caught it reflected in a puddle, was latex too, glossy black with her own features molded in, eyes still moving, mouth still opening, though when she tried to speak, nothing came out but a faint rubbery squeak and she was TINY. The trash bin towered like a building. She'd shrunk to something that could sit in a palm, maybe seven inches of squeaky black doll.
'PERFECT! Operation Homewrecker Wrecker is go!' It was only halfway up the drainpipe, sticky rubber fingers gripping like gecko pads, that she remembered the part of the instructions she'd scrolled past. The turning back part. 'Later.... I'll figure it out later. Focus!' The window was cracked for the evening breeze. She squeezed her malleable body through the gap, flattening like dough under a rolling pin and popped back into shape on the inside sill and there they were. The living room smelled like popcorn and Isabella's perfume, something warm and expensive. The two of them were tangled on the couch, HER couch, watching Netflix, some cooking competition, Isabella's legs draped over Mateo's lap, his thumb tracing lazy circles on her ankle. 'DISGUSTING! He used to do the thumb thing to ME.' Nothing incriminating was happening, which was obviously a trick. Jessy climbed down the curtain, crossed the shadowed floor in bursts, and scaled the side table for a better view, nearly knocking over a soda can, the aluminum wobbling with a hollow tonk before settling. She froze. Nobody looked. The TV kept droning. "...and with only ten minutes left, contestants must plate their..."
Then it happened. Isabella picked up her phone, and Jessy, perched above and behind, watched those manicured fingers tap in the passcode. 'That's GOLD!' Too fast to catch all of it, though. Six digits. Every unlock, Jessy memorized one more. Two, then a seven. Refresh Instagram. Two, seven, four. Check a message. Two, seven, four, nine. She clung to the lamp base like a tiny patient gargoyle, glossy and unblinking. Eventually Mateo stretched, said something about pasta, and the two of them wandered into the kitchen. Sizzling started. Garlic smell drifted out. 'NOW.' Jessy climbed down and misjudged the last foot, dropping to the floor with a soft rubbery boing, her whole body compressing flat and springing back, sensation rippling through her like a full body funny bone. Not loud. Thank god, not loud. She scrambled up the couch, got to the phone, and started pressing the passcode with both tiny hands, the screen huge as a billboard under her. Two. Seven. Four. Nine. A shadow fell over her. Isabella stood there, one eyebrow arched, a wooden spoon still in one hand, and that slow, infuriating smirk spreading across her face like syrup. 'A tiny rubber woman is breaking into my phone,' she thought, tilting her head. 'A tiny rubber woman with a VERY familiar haircut is breaking into my phone. Oh, this is going to be fun.'
She pinched Jessy up by the torso between two fingers, latex squeaking, and carried her at eye level down the hall to the bedroom, closing the door with her hip. "Well, well," she said sweetly, dropping her on the blanket. "Look who we found." Jessy scrambled up, pointing furiously, mouthing silent accusations, jabbing her tiny finger at Isabella like a lawyer with no voice, no case and no pants. "Uh huh." Isabella sat down, plucked her up, and pressed one fingertip square into Jessy's left boob. The latex dimpled deep, sensation flooding out from the pressure point in a hot ring and then the boob sprang back to shape with a soft boing. 'HN~! Hey! HEY! Hands off, you thief, those are~ hnnn~ she did it AGAIN~' Isabella's smirk deepened. She squished the boob flat. Watched it reform. Squished both at once between finger and thumb. Poked her belly and watched the dent slowly push back out. Bent her arm the wrong direction, folded her legs up over her head, rolled her between her palms like clay, testing exactly how malleable her little intruder was, and every single manipulation roared through Jessy's compressed rubber nerves as unbearable, humiliating pleasure.
'Stop~ stop enjoying this~ ME, I mean~ ME stop enjoying this~!' Jessy could do nothing but gesture. Rude gestures, mostly. Isabella watched a seven inch latex figurine of her boyfriend's crazy ex flip her off with both hands, and laughed until she had to wipe her eyes. "Oh, Jessy," she murmured, rolling her flat under one palm again. "You have NO idea what kind of weekend you just signed up for."
Isabella took it to the next level. She dropped Jessy on the rug, peeled off one sock and lowered her bare foot down slow, letting the shadow of it fall over the tiny rubber woman first, savoring the frantic little hand waving underneath. "Don't worry. You're TOUGH, right? Let's test that." The sole pressed down. Warm, soft, slightly damp from a day in sneakers, and the smell hit Jessy right before the weight did, salty and thick and humiliatingly intimate. Then the pressure came, rolling her flat, her whole body spreading out under the foot like dough, boobs, belly, face, everything squashing into one glossy black pancake, sensation smearing across her entire flattened surface at once. 'HNNNN! Her FEET~ I'm under her stinky FEET~ this is the worst~ why is my body TINGLING~' The foot lifted. Slowly, lazily, Jessy's flattened form pulled itself back together, edges drawing in, curves reinflating, until she popped back into doll shape with a soft fwip. Isabella sighed, almost admiring. "You really are tough, aren't you? Always getting back into shape." Jessy stuck her tongue out. Full length, both hands on her hips, maximum insolence. Isabella's smile flickered into something a little angry. "Cute."
She picked her up and popped her into her mouth. Wet heat everywhere. Tongue underneath, palate above, and then the TEETH, chewing, and Jessy's rubber body folded and crushed and stretched with every bite, molars grinding her into twisted knots, saliva soaking over her latex skin, and none of it hurt, that was the maddening part, it just FELT, enormous and total and endless. 'MmMMPH~! I'm GUM~ she's chewing me like GUM~' Isabella wandered to the kitchen like that, chewing thoughtfully. Mateo had finished cooking, two plates steaming on the counter and he waved her over to the couch to continue the show. "Two minutes!" she called around her mouthful of ex girlfriend. Then her eyes landed on the microwave, and an idea arrived. She spat Jessy out onto a saucer, a mangled, twisted wad of black latex slowly trying to untangle itself, opened the microwave, slid her in and hit start. The plate rotated. Warmth bloomed through Jessy's rubber mass, deeper than skin, deeper than anything, and then she began to MELT. Not squish or stretch she melted. Her half-reformed limbs slumped and ran together, her body pooling outward across the saucer, and the sensation was completely different from everything before, not pressure but MIXING, her substance swirling into itself, boundaries dissolving, like being stirred from the inside. 'Ohhh~ OHHH~ this is~ I'm SOUP~ I'm rubber mush~ it feels~ hnnnn~' **DING**
Isabella took her out, a saucer of glossy warm black goo with two confused eyes floating in it, and stirred her with a toothpick, around and around, folding her into herself. When she lifted the toothpick, a string of Jessy stretched up with it, and a little blob of her stayed stuck to the wood, and feeling PART of herself sitting six inches away from the rest was the strangest sensation of her entire life, a little island of touch reporting in from across the counter. Then Isabella took a butter knife and cut her in half. The blade slid through her warm melted mass with zero resistance and zero pain, just a long slow zipper of weird, and suddenly Jessy was TWO puddles, both aware, both hers, stereo existence. 'I'm~ we're~ I'M TWO?!' Working quick while the latex was still warm and soft, Isabella rolled each half between her palms and pressed them into shape. Rings. Two neat rolled rings with thin delicate domes, and as they cooled, Jessy's patterns crawled slowly back across the surface, a faint suggestion of her face blooming on the thin stretched material of the first ring, dizzy-eyed and open mouthed. She was being shaped into… condoms. She'd been pressed into two condoms nothing more. Isabella tucked both rings into the little pouch pocket of her shorts, grabbed her pasta, and went and chilled with Mateo on the couch as if nothing happened. For what felt like forever, Jessy rode in that pocket, rumbling with fury, both her halves squished together, rubbing against the fabric with every shift of Isabella's hips, warm thigh heat radiating through the cloth into her thin body, trying and failing to understand what her life had become. 'Okay… think! You're fine… you're two condoms in your rival's pocket… you are NOT fine…'
Then the pocket opened, fingers drew her out and the first thing Jessy saw, huge and close, was Mateo's cock. Fully hard, flushed, a bead of precum already sliding from the tip, the familiar curve of it filling her whole vision, and Jessy panicked and blushed and felt a horrible traitorous flutter of happiness all in the same half second. 'Wait~ WAIT~ no no no~ also hi~ NO~' Isabella pinched her dome, set the ring against the head, and rolled her down. Jessy's thin body stretched over the crown, hugging every ridge, and unrolled inch by inch down the shaft she knew by heart, every vein printing through her micro thin latex, his heat soaking into her, his pulse thudding through her whole being. She was skin tight around the man she loved. Wrapped around HER man. By her worst enemy's fingers. Then Isabella sank down onto him, and Jessy was between two meats. One she still loved, hot and hard and twitching inside her stretched body. One she HATED, wet and soft and gripping, plush walls squeezing her from every side, slick heat wicking against her outer surface, clenching in waves. **PLAP PLAP PLAP** 'HNNNN~! I can feel BOTH of them~ I can feel EVERYTHING~ His pulse~ her.. her stupid perfect~ AHHN~' Isabella rode him slow, then hard, and every stroke dragged Jessy through molten friction, stretched and squeezed and slathered, her rubber nerves screaming pleasure she had no mouth left to voice, until Mateo groaned the groan she used to own and came, hot cum flooding into her tip, ballooning her thin reservoir, filling her with him.
He pulled out, stripped her off, tied her body into a knot near the ring, and dropped her on the floor. Jessy lay there wiggling. She tried to reform. She COULDN'T. The knot held her shape and the load inside pressed her thin walls out sideways, a warm heavy slosh at her center, and across the room she felt her SECOND half being rolled onto him for round two, stereo sensation, one half stuffed and knotted, one half stretched and fucked. 'This is my life now… I'm going to be two filled condoms forever… she has to help me! She HAS to even SHE wouldn't just…' Later, both used halves were picked up. Carried toward the sink. Hope bloomed, warm water, cleaning, maybe mercy. Isabella opened the cabinet under the sink, waved goodbye and dropped her in the trash. Right beside the toothpick still wearing a blob of her, and an old grease stained pizza box. The cabinet clicked shut and the dark smelled like garlic.