"I, or anyone else really, can't make much use of you in this shape," Lascivia says, pondering to herself. Meanwhile, you try to get your bearings, hesitantly taking a step forward and reaching your hands out into the air in front of you for obstacles or references.
"But then again, the form is quite enticing," she continues, not seeming to care about your struggles. "I think I may have a fun way to compromise. I found a rather interesting way to force the suppression of form essence within other latex beings. Let me find this little piece of yours that you lent me and... yes. Then I could... and establishing a link like so..." she continues muttering to herself as she concentrates on something, but you aren't really able to follow.
You attention is distracted by your struggle to navigate the world solely by touch and impeded hearing. You're slowly gaining confidence as you take a few more cautious steps. Soon, you feel the edge of the paved path beneath your foot. You try to visualize where you are and which direction you would have to go to get back to where you last saw Kate.
"Yes, I think this will work. Now where are you wandering off to?" You hear the goddess's voice get closer, her feet clicking on the pavement as she approaches. You can tell she stands over you as she reprimands you. "Did you not hear me say that I have another gift for you?" Realizing that you may have given the wrong impression, you shake your head emphatically, trying to "look" towards her face. You wave your hands back and forth to try to drive the point home.
Lascivia just laughs. “At least you now seem to appreciate your place. Very well, I'll overlook this transgression. But for what I'm about to do, I need you to hold still.”
Two hands grab your shoulders, then two more seize your hips. A fifth hand reaches underneath you to gab hold of your empty pelvis. You feel Lascivia's tongue suddenly press against your face around where your mouth used to be. She begins to lick all over area, leaving a trail of warm goo wherever it passes. You feel her hands start to move as well, seeming to secrete a similar substance. She expands the area she licks, passing over the entirety of your face, moving further along the sides of your head with each pass. Her hands expand their areas of focus as well, and you feel new appendages continue to join them, rubbing your arms, legs, back, chest, all over. As the number increases, it's hard to track exactly what all is going on. You're overwhelmed by the sensations as you're caressed and stroked all across by countless arms. You're occasionally lifted off the ground or posed into different positions to reach new areas, helpless to do anything but wait.
One hand stands out in particular, though, as it hasn't ever moved from your crotch. Unlike the other hands, it seems to be focused on massaging the area. Periodically it splays out its fingers, pressing them and a palm flat into the goo and flesh. The palm then lifts, pulling the fingers together while dragging them along your skin. Slowly, you begin to make out what it's trying to do. With each pull, a mound of goo builds up where its fingers meet. As it repeats the process, you realize that it isn't just goo that's building up. A mass of flesh is slowly but surely being remolded along with the goo, and with each pass, it grows slightly larger. The hand then massages again, spreading a new layer of the sticky liquid substance.
As the rest of your body is covered, you feel pins and needles all over your skin. The warm feeling no longer seems to be coming from the goo being applied, but from your skin itself. The sticky substance starts to feel like its drying beneath the hands that pass across your skin, but rather than a film developing on you, it feels more akin to lotion that's being rubbed in. You still feel a faint coating, but it's like it's sinking into your skin.
The flesh on your crotch is no longer an amorphous mound. As the hand passes over, you feel it shaping the mass into two distinct shapes. Given the location, you immediately recognize your cock and balls being reconstructed. As the forms coalesce, the stroking becomes more and more erogenous. The penis that's being created appears to already be fully erect, and you feel your lust emerging with it in tandem.
The film across your body is disappearing beneath the movements of the array of hands. Lascivia's mouth retreats from your flesh, a random hand taking its place. While the last traces of the substance dissipate from your skin, the tingling does as well, replaced by a heightened feel of the latex appendages moving across you. As the final remnants subside, you notice with alarm that your skin is making a peculiar sound. It's squeaking. It's producing the same rubbery sounds the latex beings do when they rub against themselves as the goddess's hands pet and fondle you all over. Even with the fear of what you're becoming, as your arousal grows, you can't help but enjoy the feeling.
“Mmm, it feels good, doesn't it,” Lascivia purrs in a sultry whisper. “Your human skin doesn't offer nearly the sensation of ours. I'm sure this is driving you wild. I bet you'd like to cum. Too bad that cock of yours can't. At least not yet.”
Even if you could answer, you wouldn't be able to deny her. It's like your whole body is an erogenous zone. Were she to stop the stroking of your almost completed penis, the feeling of skin against skin would be no less sexual. With both combined, all you can focus on is your carnal desires to release the libido built up inside you.
“Would you like to know what I've done?” the goddess asks, continuing her low whisper. “I'm sure you've already guessed the apparent changes, but the real treat comes when, well, you do. Don't worry, I haven't consumed any of your essence. Quite the contrary. I'm giving everything back, but I'm not giving it directly to you. Instead, I'm giving you a sort of symbiote. It's more or less a part of you that functions like one of us. All your bits and bobs will be returned, but they'll be suppressed by your lust. When this cock of yours gets stiff, you'll return to the form you're in now, and you will stay that way until you cum. When you want sex, that's all you'll be good for until you get it. Doesn't that sound fun? I mean, this feels good, doesn't it?”
She pauses, and the stroking of your penis stops abruptly, as does her massaging of the rest of you. “I asked you a question. If you won't answer, we can stop right here. Does. This. Feel. Good?”
You're completely overtaken by your erotic drive. You want to cum so badly, but you can't. Without the outlet, the lust builds like pressure in a bottle. You desperately nod your head.
“Do you want to cum?”
You nod even more vigorously.
“Then tell me, are you thankful for your gift? Do you love your goddess for giving it to you?”
You hardly hesitate before nodding again.
“Good answer. Then show me. Cum.”
The rest of the arms set you down on your feet, and soon none touch your body except for a single hand returning to your cock. Her hand only passes over your shaft a few more times before finishing the transformation. With the restored flesh, you finally have an outlet for the pressure built up inside you, and you release again and again and again, your whole body shaking. You drop to your knees as you're overcome with pleasure.
As your orgasm eases, you feel an intense tingle throughout your skin. You're assaulted with sensation as the parts of your body that you had lost moments ago quickly emerge from your flesh back into existence all over your body. You feel fingers and toes; you can open your eyes and light floods back to you. You feel like someone who has just emerged from frigid water, and you take deep, gasping breaths as you shiver. You examine yourself, and to your relief, you find normal, human skin replacing the latex flesh you were given. You notice an odd feeling in your crotch and look down to see your groin shrinking back into your pelvis until it's replaced with smooth skin again. In contrast to the skin around it, it has a distinct rubbery sheen.
“I'm afraid it's one or the other,” Lascivia explains. “But don't worry. It will come back when you get turned on. As a bonus, you don't have to wait on the refractory period you used to have. The moment you finish, you could be ready to go again at the drop of a hat. Here. Let me show you.”
You don't even have a chance to react as she moves down to you once more, a hand moving to your blank crotch to caress it. Unlike before, it's very sensitive, and your heartbeat quickens. Her extra limbs sink back into her torso again, leaving her with a more or less human silhouette. Her other hand reaches up to your chest and begins stroking a nipple. She leans down to your ear, and with breathy whisper, asks “it still feels good, though, doesn't it,” before playfully nibbling the top of the lobe.
You can't stop the lustful urges stirring up again. You feel an erection emerging out of the blank skin on your crotch as your penis and testicles reform to answer the call. A vague sinking feeling spreads throughout your body. The parts that were just returned to you recess back into the latex flesh rising to the surface, and you're trapped in darkness again.
Lascivia immediately stops and steps back from you. “See? Once again all randy, dandy, and ready for handies, just like that,” she mocks, snapping a finger. “But I've already given far more than you deserve.”
As your altered form returns, you're desperately horny again. You try your best to stimulate yourself with your nub-like hands, but it doesn't do anything.
“No, I'm afraid that won't work. You need outside stimulation to bring you back. Don't worry, I'm sure you'll find someone who wants to play with a doll like you. Maybe that girlfriend of yours. You definitely seemed to have an affect on her before. Either way, the feast is young, and we've had our fun. There are more toys to be played with and servants to be gathered. Take good care of my gifts. I'm sure you'll find your way back to me soon. Farewell.”
You then hear the clatter of her stiletto-like feet against the pavement as she dashes away down the path, leaving you alone in your personal darkness. You stand there stunned for a moment before trying to find your way back to the edge of the path. When you reach it, you turn in the direction you believe you came from. You blindly stumble onward, keeping a foot touching the edge of the sidewalk. Slowly you make your way back through the forest, naked, alone, and fully erect.
After some time,