“Huh?” you ask. “What did you just say?”
“You understood me right, my Goddess has chosen me as an envoy of her will.”
Mira must be joking. She has never been a very religious person to begin with. To suddenly talk about a goddess just feels wrong for her.
Mira immediately cuts off any potential followup questions. “And before you ask, no, I’m not joking. I’m 100% serious. My eyes have been opened. I am but a vessel to carry out her will in this world.” She tentatively holds a hand over the gem in her chest. “This gem is the core of my powers, my connection to my Goddess. It chose me as the first Heir, or well Heiress, of this world. The Heiress of Rubber.”
“And what is that will?” you shakily ask.
“To test humanity, of course. War, cheating, jealousy, greed, oftentimes has humanity already proven its folly. My task is to challenge it. Force it to unite and evolve. If they manage to overcome all of the Heirs, they prove themselves worthy of accepting my Goddess’ gift, if they don't, humanity will be wiped out or we Heirs are going to turn it into something that does deserve my Goddess's attention.”
“So you're just being sent by someone to fight against humanity for them? Aren't you concerned that you might not make it?”
“Not really. It's Goddess’ wish, so I’m going to follow it through until the end. If something happens, Goddess will take me to her, I’m her chosen champion after all. Personally though, I hope for a swift victory, so I can be the one to reshape humanity. I already have some cool ideas. Gotta prove to Goddess that she chose the right girl for this job.”
“D-Does that include me too?” you stutter. Only now do you notice that Mira has circled around you while talking and now you are the one with the back to a wall.
“Well, duh, obviously.” With her doll body what is meant as a friendly gesture comes off as more threatening. “But don't worry. As the one, who made me this glorious gift, I’m offering you a place as one of my personal servants.” She holds out a hand to you, a liquid drop of purple latex falling off it to the ground. “Join me and together we're going to make this world a better place.”
Somehow you’re feeling like you don't really have a choice in this matter. You try your best to sneakily look for a way out, but Mira seems to have sensed this. Literally in the blink of an eye she's right in front of your face. Before you can react she holds out her arms and… hugs you?
You try to resist or even squirm, but her hold is so unnaturally strong that you can barely move.
“Shhh… Everything is going to be alright…” you hear Mira whisper to you.
A wet feeling is beginning to spread from every point of contact between your two bodies.
“Shhh… You don't have to worry anymore. Allow me to take those and replace them with something better.”
The more you hear Mira's words, the harder you find it to care about your situation, the harder you find it to think about resisting, the harder you find it to struggle against her perfect rubbery embrace. Carefully Mira takes your head with one of her hands and pushes it down her bountiful cleavage. It feels surprisingly warm and comfortable. And did the squeaking of her latex breasts always sound this beautiful?
“Just take a rest… let your mind fall into nothing… and when you return it will be as something greater…”
At this point most of your body has already been covered in Mira’s body, but frankly, you can't really get yourself to care about that anymore. You feel calm, content, at peace. And why wouldn't you? You're in the embrace of your mistress, after all. Your thoughts are starting to slow, your focus begins to droop, darkness encroaches on your consciousness. But there's no fear, because you’re in the safest possible place, the side of your mistress. As your mind leaves the waking world, so is the last free part of your body being covered by Miras latex to be reshaped into something special.