Smiling at yourself, you twirl in the mirror, a beam of light from a partially covered window reflecting off of your squeaky, rubbery skin. You don’t remember what your life was like prior to the nanite infection, but honestly, you don’t care. This is your life now. Each of your movements brings a tiny bit of pleasure to you, rubbery hide squeaking and stretching as it contorts to your actions. Laying eggs with your rubberized brethren and spreading the infection through uninfected humans also brings you joy in copious amounts. While you aren’t currently pregnant, you feel that you should get pregnant whenever you can get a chance.
Looking back into the mirror, you decide to give yourself a little rub, fondling your breast with one hand and feeling your cock with the other, both sensitive to the touch, both already sending small jolts of pleasure through your nerves. Ass dropping to the floor, you begin pumping, cock glinting in the sunlight as you work your shaft. Moaning, panting, the creaking and squeaking of rubber, all coming from you as you pleasure yourself. With a loud moan, you blow a large, pent-up load of liquid latex all over the wooden floor. You let out a content sigh, leaning back on your hands and giving your reflection another look.