Super Hero New Year! - Multiple TF's
Tags: Inanimate, TF sequence, Superhero, Melting, Caption, Latex fetish, Rubber, Latex TF, Elastic
Rebuilding after Vegas was challenging. Elasticia spent weeks regaining solidity, struggling against random liquefaction triggered by nightmares of casino laundry machines. Her first attempts at reforming her business were equally shaky and quite literally, as stress made her hands melt while signi…
Rebuilding after Vegas was challenging. Elasticia spent weeks regaining solidity, struggling against random liquefaction triggered by nightmares of casino laundry machines. Her first attempts at reforming her business were equally shaky and quite literally, as stress made her hands melt while signing contracts. The machines hummed constantly in her small industrial space, producing HydroFlex sheets. Legal ones, she reminded herself daily. But late at night, she'd experiment. Her unique connection to the polymer lets her feel every vibration, every molecular shift. Sometimes, she'd catch her body unconsciously syncing with the machinery's rhythm, parts of her flowing and reshaping in ways that made her bite back moans. Captain Kinetic's first message came in October: "The force field generator collects dust without you. Coffee?" She remembered their training sessions. He liked to use kinetic fields to contain her liquid form, helping her practice control. Sometimes, those containment sessions had gotten intense, especially when he'd create precise force points to mold her body. Vortex Vixen's November text hit harder: "Girl, the wind's lonely without someone to shape!" Their aerial ballet had been legendary - Elasticia stretching and flowing through Vortex's windstorms, their powers combining in ways that made civilians stare in awe. And in private... Dr. Synapse was relentless with his analytical approach: "Your molecular instability likely stems from unprocessed trauma. The team's neural network remains incomplete without your synaptic pattern." She'd always found his clinical detachment sexy, especially when he'd hook her to his neural monitors during ‘experiments.’ The isolation amplified her control issues. One morning, she woke to find herself pooled across her ceiling, dripping down the walls. During a client meeting, her breasts suddenly swelled three cup sizes before she could stabilize. Walking past her industrial mixer triggered memories of casino washing machines. Luckily, she barely made it to the bathroom before liquefying completely. Thunder Strike's New Year's invitation appeared December 30th: "Annual hero gathering at the mansion. Special celebration. The whole team misses you." She stared at her phone, remembering past team ‘celebrations.’ How Captain Kinetic would create full body g zones while Vortex Vixen's winds caressed everyone. How Dr. Synapse would link their pleasure centers into a neural network of shared sensation. How could Thunder Strike's electricity stimulate every molecule of her liquid form? "Fuck it," she muttered, accepting. “Better than another night with the machines." Lately, though, she'd been getting creative with those, especially the vibrating parts. Preparation took hours. She practiced maintaining solid form, fighting the urge to flow and stretch. The black dress was normal fabric, cut to hug curves she kept carefully controlled. Her hair stayed shoulder length instead of its usual tentacle-like writhing. Her measurements stayed by human standards, though her body ached to flow into more pleasurable shapes. The mansion's driveway glowed under floating orbs of Captain Kinetic's energy, casting a multicolored light show across the dozens of parked hero vehicles. The music vibrated deep in her semi-solid core as she approached the door. Inside, the mansion had transformed into an unrestrained playground. In the grand foyer, Titanium Girl was bent over a marble table, her indestructible form taking a pounding from Ultra Speed's rapid thrusts. Near the bar, Night Shade had manifested tentacles of pure darkness, pleasuring both Star Fire and Quantum Queen simultaneously. Elasticia's body threatened to liquefy at the sight, her thighs growing dangerously fluid. She forced herself solid, scanning for familiar faces. Relief washed over her as she spotted her former teammates in the kitchen, having what appeared to be a normal conversation. "Elasticia!" Dr. Synapse noticed her first, raising a champagne glass. Despite the moans and wet sounds echoing from nearby rooms, he kept his usual professional demeanor. "Welcome back," Vortex Vixen grinned, creating a small whirlwind to carry over another glass. "We've missed you!" Captain Kinetic leaned casually against the counter, his force fields keeping the kitchen as a safe haven from the debauchery. "Good to see you solid again." "I... um..." Elasticia grabbed the floating champagne, grateful for something to do with her hands, as Ice Queen's passionate screams pierced the air. "Didn't expect quite such a lively party? There are many more people than usual. But yeah, this year, many more heroes signed up." Thunder Strike chuckled. "Annual tradition. Heroes need release after saving the world all year. The others get... creative with their powers." To demonstrate, he pointed to the living room. The Multiplier had created a daisy chain of identical copies, while Flame Boy traced burning patterns across Magnetic Maiden's floatin
