Therapist Sessions - Bodysuit TF
Tags: Inanimate, Latex, Superhero, Flattening, Caption, Latex fetish, Rubber, Latex TF, Elastic, Bodysuit TF
Elasticia groaned as she examined her pink form in the bathroom mirror. Her New Year's party adventures had left her with some unwanted souvenirs. "Ughhhh, is that STILL Red Bull?" she muttered, watching a yellow swirl pass through her semi-solid torso. The cleanup process was tedious and humiliati…
Elasticia groaned as she examined her pink form in the bathroom mirror. Her New Year's party adventures had left her with some unwanted souvenirs. "Ughhhh, is that STILL Red Bull?" she muttered, watching a yellow swirl pass through her semi-solid torso. The cleanup process was tedious and humiliating. Every few hours, she'd have to liquefy parts of herself in the shower, carefully filtering out... substances... she'd absorbed during her drunken escapades. The champagne had been easy enough, mostly evaporating after a day. The bodily fluids were trickier. "Note to self: don't become party lube while intoxicated," she grumbled, watching a suspicious white streak finally dissolve away. The worst was the lingering taste and smell of vomit someone had deposited into her liquid form. No matter how many times she reformed, that particular memory stayed fresh. Her phone buzzed: Dr. Synapse had texted therapist recommendations. The top name was Dr. Sarah Phillips, specializing in 'meta-human intimacy issues and power control.' Elasticia's finger hovered over the number as another wave of nausea hit - apparently, someone had spilled an entire Long Island Iced Tea into her that night. "Okay, that's it," she declared, hitting the table. "I need professional help." The first session was scheduled for the following week. Meanwhile, Elasticia focused on regaining control. Small patrols around the city helped rebuild public trust. She'd stop petty crimes, pose for selfies, and occasionally stretch into amusing shapes for children. Her social media followers grew again. But nights were harder. The machines in her workshop still called to her, their rhythmic humming promising pleasure. Sometimes, she'd catch herself unconsciously flowing toward them, having to pull herself together literally. The morning of her first therapy appointment, Elasticia spent extra time ensuring her form stayed solid and professional-looking. No random stretching, no glowing when excited, no accidental melting. She even wore actual clothes instead of reshaping her surface to look like fabric. Dr. Phillips' office was modern but cozy - all clean lines and muted colors except for a wall of windows overlooking the city. The therapist herself was younger than expected, with blonde hair, bright blue eyes behind stylish glasses, and a pink latex-like bodysuit that made Elasticia do a double-take. "Like it?" Dr. Phillips grinned, noticing her stare. "HydroFlex-based. Very comfortable. I believe in understanding my patients' experiences firsthand." Elasticia shifted uncomfortably on the couch, her form threatening to melt slightly. "I... um... may have manufactured something similar..." "I know," the therapist smiled. "Your underground business is part of why you're here. But let's start with New Year's. Dr. Synapse mentioned some... interesting choices?" The next hour was excruciating as Elasticia recounted her drunken adventures. Dr. Phillips took detailed notes, particularly about the physical sensations of transformation. "Fascinating," she murmured. "And these... accidents... happen often? The merging with machines, becoming objects?" "Well..." Elasticia fidgeted, her fingers unconsciously stretching too long. "There was the laundromat incident last week..." Dr. Phillips leaned back in her chair, adjusting her round glasses as Elasticia finished telling her tale. She gazed intently through those studious lenses, taking detailed notes while Elasticia sat squirming. "The laundromat incident..." Dr. Phillips pressed, her pink latex suit creaking softly as she shifted position. "Walk me through exactly what happened." "Well..." Elasticia watched a bead of sweat roll down the therapist's neck, disappearing beneath that shiny pink collar. "I lost balance near an open machine. As I fell in, I felt my form starting to lose cohesion from embarrassment. The warm water hit me first, and..." Elasticia paused, noticing Dr. Phillips' rapid breathing. The therapist's suit seemed unusually tight across her chest now. "Go on..." Dr. Phillips whispered. "How did it feel?" "Each rotation sent waves through my liquified form," Elasticia continued hesitantly. "The heat and motion made it impossible to maintain solidity. I just... flowed. Merged with the hot water and soap. Every piece of clothing passing through me was so intense..." Dr. Phillips' pen trembled slightly against her notepad. "And the vibrations?" "Made me lose control completely." Elasticia felt her own form starting to glisten with remembered pleasure. "By the spin cycle, I was just... pink liquid pleasure coating everything..." "Show me," Dr. Phillips breathed, then quickly added, "For clinical purposes, of course. Just a small demonstration?" So she did, and after the little demonstration, the time ran out, and she got a journal to write such situations down. A week later, Elasticia arrived wearing a conservative blouse and skirt, although both were extensions of her form. Dr. Phillips had upgraded her
