“Sheesh! You call that breaking and entering?” Jack heard a feminine voice exclaim from the other side of the door, “You don’t politely knock on the door and wait for someone to answer! Just- okay, watch closely. This is how you break a door.” In the next moment a shiny, copper colored rubber hand had punched a hole in the door. A second punch shattered it to pieces, revealing the intruders on the other side.
It was a pair of those latex alien women with cocks he’d been hearing about in the news. The copper colored one was the tallest between them with a surprising amount of muscle definition for someone made of shiny rubber. Her short, fuchsia colored companion was a tad on the chubby side, but nonetheless as buxom as any other one of her race. Jack had a feeling he knew what these latex xenos were here for.
“Look at that, Bouncina,” the pink one grinned with her fat pouty lips, “This human looks like a computer programmer! Could use one of those to aid with the assimilation!”
“Eh, body’s a body,” the copper one, apparently Bouncina, shrugged, “Let’s just jizz on this meat bag really quickly and then we can get them to work for us. Ready, Chicle?”
“Ready!” Chicle saluted, stroking her hardening rubbery member and aiming it at Jack. Jack, however, was ready to resign to his fate. In a few seconds he would be assimilated into the aliens’ ranks and leave his life behind. Hopefully it meant that any black bag government agents who were after him would be easier to deal with. In those brief moments as his body was coated in the liquid latex and his molecular composition began to break down and restructure into living horny rubber, instead of fear, came relief.
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The futa formerly known as Jack woke up groggily as she was helped up by her newfound sisters. Memories of her past life melted away to be replaced with latex brain matter as she came into her new identity. Her name was now Gumartha, a proud member of the hive’s programming caste.
“Gosh, you turned out really pretty,” Chicle exclaimed, “Spearmint is just such a great color on you!”
“Alright, down to plastic tacks,” Bouncina stated, “In your past life, it looks like you made a computer program that could punch a hole in government defenses. Think you could make something like that for us?”
“Of course,” Gumartha nodded, “But, a few questions. What do you need it for? Why me specifically? Could… could you fuck my nipples?”
“Weird request that last one,” Bouncina shrugged, “but sure. First, though, let me answer those first two questions.”