“Horny,” Teresa moaned with a lustful cry, her fingers absentmindedly playing on her erect and squeaking latex cock as she recovered from her assimilation into the Hive. Aside from her Queen's sultry and soothing voice, a sublime chorus coming from her latex sisters echoed inside of her mind – they were urging her to convert and infect others into rubber. Liquid latex dripped in globules from her slits, spreading in a thin layer across the floor of the plexiglas tube. Taking a deep breath, knowing it would have to wait, she released her grip around her shaft, “but I still feel like myself.” Not exactly a lie.
In the corner of her eyes, she could see a relieved Yvonne let out a held and hot breath. Her cheeks were flush, and eyes averted from her test subject's earlier masturbation. She couldn't be sure if it was her darling Teresa or the fact she was one of the futanari aliens so openly and without shame pleasured herself that made her body shiver. The doctor opened her thighs so they no longer rubbed against each other before standing up, a wet stain barely visible against her crotch. With a glance and a series of nods toward the stern-faced guards, she held down the button to the intercom.
“Phase one complete. Wonderful job, Private Teresea.” The sapphire latex futanari gave the doctor a coquettish shrug and thumbs up as if she had done little more than stand around. Hammond couldn't help a small smile that cut through the serious atmosphere, glad that not everyone were on edge. “As we discussed, you'll be in there for a while before we can even consider letting you out. S-starting Phase two.” A surprising hitch entered her voice as she announced the next series of tests and her hands felt sweaty as she reached for a pair of white rubber arm-length gloves. Phase two meant physically collecting samples from the specim– Teresa. Perhaps ironically, latex was the substance that best resisted the infection.
Acutely aware of her crush's attention, Yvonne slowly took off her baggy sweater and doctor's coat to reveal a sleeveless undershirt that couldn't quite hide the outline of her lace bra. She cringed a little, feeling incredibly exposed as she unrolled the gloves over her hands. A constant and almost hypnotic noise of creaking filled her ears. She fumbled more than once from the mounting trepidation. Although she wasn't sure if sheer and absolute panic was supposed to feel this good and electrifying. Everything else was a haze until she reached the glass tube, fingers on the control panel and ready to release the seal.
“Any sudden movements and the containment protocols will be immediately activated. We will both be incinerated to prevent any hint of the alien infection from surviving.” Yvonne repeated the practiced phrase with the dryness of a desert. The doctor tried to focus on the words rather than their meaning, unsure if she could live with losing the woman on the other side of the glass. But they'd go out together at least. “Understood, Private?”
The futanari pressed her cock against the transparent plexiglass, her desire to infect the doctor overflowing from her glans and coating the glass. The doctor took an immediate step back. It was so hard to continue to hold herself back. Yvonne would make such a beautiful drone once assimilated, but that wasn't all she felt for the doctor. All of those quiet moments, and stolen and shy glances and everything else was still shimmering underneath the surface. “Yes, doctor.” The last syllable was cut off as the tube's pneumatics hissed and Teresa was again free.
A pregnant moment passed between them, until Yvonne was the first to avert her gaze. She held a set glass tubes, their insides coated with a transparent latex sheet for containment of the samples. Going down on her knees, the doctor swallowed as she came face-to-face with the shiny blue penis. Its pheromone and latex scent filled her nostrils and again put Yvonne's mind in a haze of slow-moving honey. Gently, she gripped its grith and coaxed the member to spill the contents of Teresa's laden testicles.
The futanari groaned when the ministrations begin. With a hushed moan, too quiet for the guards to overhear her, she begged Yvonne to go faster. Although the latex alien couldn't be sure if the doctor listened as her eyes were glazed over and blank, focused entirely on the feeling of latex rubbing against latex. The thin rubber sheet between the scientist and the alien only teased her and made things worse. Her breathing had become hot and ragged before Teresa released a spurt of black latex that was dutifully caught in a tube.
“Thank you.” Terease leaned forward and breathed into the doctor's ear as she rose and loving the shiver that ran through her love interest's spine.
There were other tests, but none quite so intimate. But, by the end Yvonne was sweating and tired both mentally and physically. She swallowed and wet her lips as she took a step back. “...Since everything worked out today, I'm going to release you to the latex-clad cell we prepared.” Teresa knew about it, a clinical and minimalistic white with black highlights. She hadn't been sure about it before, but now it felt exactly like home. “If the changes to the structure is maintained, we will begin preparing the next batch of soldiers. Tomorrow...,” she yawned and seemed ready to fall into the latex alien's comforting arms, “...tomorrow are the physical tests. I'll visit in the morning, liked our small chats.” A wan smile painted Yvonne's lips.
She was radiant.