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Ashley made her way hurriedly through the back alleys on her way home from work. She had to take a more discreet route, ever since the Department of Social and Personal Safety's public service anouncement about "The Elastic Menace-" Also known as Rubber-Types- citizens had been cautioned to take less common roads and travel alone to lessen the risk of infecting others. Several of her best friends had been turned into Rubber-Types, and had undergone some serious personality changes; one of her close companions, who was formerly quite introverted, became very outspoken and sociable. Two more of her friends had even become lovers- And they were both female! Awful, Ashley would think, just awful; though, she would tell them she was happy for them to their face.

She asked each of them: What made you want to change so much?

They all responded the same way: It's the rubber. Just try it!

But Ashley knew better. She had been raised not to be tempted by such sinful things as this rubber. She was going to get home and pack her things, and she would--

SPLUTCH.

Oh no. Oh no, oh no, oh no no no no no.

She had stepped in it. She had stepped in the horrible stuff that had taken her friends. But she couldn't let it happen here! What if someone from the church saw her? No, she had to get home. She pulled and pulled until her foot seperated from the puddle of liquid latex. She got to her feet, and she ran. She ran as fast as she could.

Ashley ran and ran until she was at her front door. She hastily reached into her pocket for her house keys and pulled them out, jamming them into the lock after several misses. The rubber was crawling up her leg, and she didn't have any time to spare. She rushed through the door (remembering to take the keys and lock it from the other side, of course- She wasn't in that much of a rush) and up to her bedroom, tearing off her sweater, T-Shirt, and Brassiere, because she knew what would happen to her clothes. Her pants, socks, shoes, and panties were too far gone to remove, as the stuff was up to her knee; she couldn't take off her pants, so she couldn't take off her panties, and one shoe of the pair she was wearing had been consumed (Rubber-Type latex tended to eat the clothes its victim was wearing, if any), and she wasn't going out with one shoe and one sock all alone.

Barely two minutes had passed, and Ashley was already covered up to her chest in living liquid latex. It was difficult to ignore the stimulation she was receiving down under. She gritted her teeth and began to pray- It was all she could do at this point, and she needed the moral support, even though she knew it was hopeless. At least she could say she tried.

More time had passed. Ashley has ceased praying not long ago, as her involuntary twitches and chirps stemming from the stimulation of the rubber on her genitalia and nipples. It was up to her neck at this point, and while it had ceased its advance on her body, it was now working on coating each of her hairs individually in order to "giver her a more managable hairstyle," as one of her friends had jokingly put it.

It wasn't very funny now.

Ashley lay still on her bed. Her pleasure centers were being ravaged, and throughout the process, she couldn't help but feel that she was being read by her new rubber. Not being brainwashed; simply read. What was it doing?

Her answer failed to arrive before she was suddenly overloaded. The rubber began to flow into her every orifice with unrivaled ferocity, expanding to fit her precisely. It began to vibrate and wriggle, forcing her helpless body into the greatest orgasm Ashley had ever felt in her life. Her scream was unheard by the world outside her, however, as the latex mask was soundproof. As the intensity died down, more rubber oozed into her mouth- it didn't taste horrible, actually pretty good- and solidified, forming a very effective gag to keep her quiet.

By the time Ashley finally woke up, it was dark. She checked the time: 10:34 PM. She had been laying motionless for about two hours.  She checked her phone. No missed calls. Apparently nobody had seen her running down the street with one foot covered in the slick, metallic stuff. No one had even noticed her rushing into her house.

She stood up, wobbling a bit due to the rubber's presence within her. She had regained her freedom of movement. Good. She tottered toward the full-length mirror on the other side of the room to get a good look at herself.

From head to foot, she was coated in seamless metallic blue latex rubber. Her suit had joint-length lighter blue gloves and boots. A pair of floppy bunny ears extended from her head, accompanied by her rubber-covered hair and an expressionless mask. Her breasts were definitely bigger.

She flexed one arm, then the fingers on that hand. No folding. The rubber changed as she moved. Great stuff, except...

How she was going to deal with being an abomination such as she was. What would her parents think? What would the Church think? The only people who would have the slightest chance of sympathizing with her were...

Her friends.

Her friends, who were also Rubber-Types, and had told her the joys of being a Rubber-Type, and all she had done was pretend to be okay with them while silently cursing them. How could she have been so selfish, so close-minded? As soon as she regained control of her body, she would find each and every one of them and let them know how sorry she was for rejecting the latex.

The latex.

The latex... Oh, the latex...

Ashley woke to a cascade of warmth surrounding her body, followed by a gentle squeezing sensation, as if she was receiving a full-body hug. She almost cried. She hadn't felt anything close to this in years... Something that wanted to be this close to her... This warm... This intimate... It was almost too much to bear. She closed her eyes and cried out, bringing her arms around each other in a hugging motion. Any thoughts of rejecting the latex were dissolved.

She loved her new rubber skin, and she could tell that it loved her back.

Still, something was bothering her... Her name. It didn't feel right. "Ashley." It just didn't fit. It was close, but not exactly right. She was still Ashley, but she was Latex, too... Latex Ashley... Ashley Latex...

Ashleytex. It was perfect.
A story explaining an insider's account with the Rubber-Type symbiote.
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LatexJackal Featured By Owner Apr 30, 2014
It's nice to see characters that actually have ... you know, some kind of character or personality behind them. It's kind of shocking to me how many stories and such don't even mention parents, or activities outside of what's immediately going on.
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Shennanigma Featured By Owner Apr 30, 2014  Hobbyist Digital Artist
I just felt that the story needed something outside immediate events.
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SilverWolfJudge Featured By Owner Jan 7, 2014
PANIC!
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SilverWolfJudge Featured By Owner Jan 7, 2014
O.o
I fear this rubber now...
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Dr-Scaphandre Featured By Owner Feb 22, 2013
The Rubber-Types seems very kind. I wouldn't mind becoming one.
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Shennanigma Featured By Owner Feb 22, 2013  Hobbyist Digital Artist
They are a rather calm people, aren't they?
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Dr-Scaphandre Featured By Owner Feb 22, 2013
Something I need. I'm a rageoholic.
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Shennanigma Featured By Owner Feb 22, 2013  Hobbyist Digital Artist
It can give you a back massage whenever you need it.
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Dr-Scaphandre Featured By Owner Feb 22, 2013
I'd prefer the full body massage. More relaxing and pleasurable.
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Shennanigma Featured By Owner Feb 22, 2013  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Indeed.
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