The purple glop was recognizable as something distinct from futas such as Rubbarbara. When the progenitors of their glorious race had first converted their own world to a latex paradise, all biomass - not just the sentient people, but animals and plants - had been granted the same blessing. Most such creatures had become hybrids of their former anatomy and that of a latex futa, but in some rare cases... the process didn't quite work. A few misbegotten creatures, even some sapient races, found themselves unable to properly assimilate, becoming not hybrids but a living latex slime, amorphous and unable to grant new races anything but entrance into their own goopy race.
Yet they remained tied to the hive mind, and the Queen Mother, in her infinite mercy, saw to it that they were to join the sisterhood that traveled the stars. The Formless, as they called themselves, were a loyal addition to the ranks of the futas, assimilating those who proved resistant to standard tactics, or whose egregious acts of violence left them undeserving of a futa's full glory. This was the fate to befall the soldier as he screamed and clawed in vain, his legs dissolving as his body was absorbed into the Formless. A sense of grim satisfaction came over Rubbarbara as she watched the purple glob spread to his torso, subsuming everything it touched.
He scrambled to grab the syringe, using his arms while they still function to take it and jam it into a spot on the pink-skinned woman's leg where the ice was thin. This time, he succeeded in depressing the plunger, sending half of the liquid into her body before he ripped it away to stab the rest into himself. It was his last action as a human being before the Formless glob fully consumed him, absorbing the rest of his flesh and converting his biomass and mind into yet more fuel for the slime. It should have been a wonderful sight... and yet, as the strange liquid went surging through Rubbarbara's veins, she found herself disoriented. Worried. Terrified as strange thoughts entered her mind.
A name - Karen. Thoughts of... this world, before her sisters arrived. The voice of the Queen Mother seemed to fade and vanish from her head as she found herself going through... memories? Thoughts of a time before, a time of boring and vicious humans, of war and chaos and disunity. It should have terrified her, and yet she found it... familiar. Comforting. Perhaps, even... preferable, somehow, to the endless pleasure of her latex form. She glanced down to her massive, erect cock, and instead of joy, she felt disgust at the sight of it, at the sight of her aching balls, at the smooth pink surface of her skin. Everything about it felt wrong... like... like this wasn't who she was...
This... this wasn't.... her...
Karen finally let out a scream as her mind seemed to lose its hazy fog, and the reality of the monster she'd become set in. She remembered everything - her life on Earth, being human, the invasion, being soaked in the sticky substance that had made her into this monster. The strength of her hybrid body finally managed to start overcoming the freezing nitrogen, letting her move slowly, painfully, as she examined her monstrous body. She was a freak, a latex-covered alien abomination, her very identity subsumed beneath this horrible Rubbarbara creature. If she had tear ducts, she would've cried, but all she could do instead was wail in agony at the terrible thing she'd become.
What ceased her sobbing was a purple glob stuffing into her mouth, forcing herr to look up at the now more humanoid slime monster. It was as gooey as before, but it had managed to form a feminine shape, even a face that looked remarkably similiar to the soldier who'd ambushed her, albeit with a much more womanly edge to their features. "Shhhhhhh," the slime-woman spoke up, shifting her gooey head around to scan the area. "We have to... get out of here..." Seeing hte look of terror on the hyrbid's face, however, she sighed and offered an explanation. "I'm... Sam... the injection... it freed your mind... but we have to... get to... safety... fast..."
Frozen in fear, she had no idea what to do. Sam had just managed to release her from the control of the aliens, and if he had a way to do that, she probably had some idea of what she was doing. Yet what good was freedom and following the soldier when it meant living in the nightmare of knowing what a freak she'd been turned into? Part of Karen actually wanted to go back to sleep, to let the alien take over again - perhaps being Rubbarbara might be a bit less of an existential horror show than trying to face the reality of what was happening, and the prospect of a life where her humanity was almost totally and completely gone...
What will Karen do?