When Gumartha and Chicle left the house, they found Bouncina and a brand new latex futa wrestling a woman in a suit to the ground. “What the fuck happened here?” the former shouted. Nanoseconds later the hivemind showed her exactly that and she felt slightly dumb for asking.
“What are we going to do with her?” Bouncina asked while still holding her down.
“I want to be the one to indoctrinate our new sister.” The new latex futa, Sexa, was already lining up her black cock with Christina's lower body.
“I’d rather die than become one of you squeaky bastards!”
“Hold it!” Gumartha suddenly spoke up. With everyone’s attention suddenly on her, she shrank back slightly, but thanks to a mental clap on the back from Chicle she regained enough confidence to continue. “Your… Our goal is to infiltrate this planet stealthily. Having someone on the inside could be helpful to that. Is there any way to turn her… without actually turning her into a latex futa?”
Chicle was visibly deep in thought, probably conversing with some of the oldest of their sisters. Gumartha couldn't wait to talk to them soon too.
“There is a way. It's been such a long time since it was used that we didn't even consider it. See, Gumartha, you’re already making major contributions.”
“Thanks.” Gumartha faintly blushed at the sudden praise.
Chicle sent the other three latex futa instructions over the hivemind. Bouncina and Sexa propped Christina up so she was now kneeling on the floor.
“I’ll never betray my home and help you shiny bitches!” Christina was still struggling, but against the hold of two latex futas there was no chance for her. (Even against only one.) When Chicle leaned forward to get a good look at the human, Christina spit her in the face in a last show of defiance.
Chicle took it in stride and just smiled back at her. “Don't worry, soon you will wish to be one of us. Gumartha, you’re up.”
“What? Me?!”
“Of course, it's your suggestion after all. Come on, not many of us can say their first conversion was this way.”
With Chicle’s encouragement she placed herself on Christina’s side and lined up her already twitching cock.
“Wait! What are you do– IIIIEEAEEAOUOOOOAAAAA!!!!”
With one direct thrust Gumartha had rammed her rubber dick through Christina’s ears into her head. If she were still able to think straight, Christina would be wondering how this was even possible. How her eardrums apparently weren't damaged in any way through this. How she wasn't feeling any pain, only pleasure. With her eyes crossed, her tongue hanging out and her mouth drooling there was literally only one thing on her mind, latex cock.
Gumartha continued thrusting back-and-forth into Christina’s head, who was moaning in time with her movements, with some occasional thrusts going so far as to have her dickhead poke out of the other ear. The remodeling of the human’s brain continued until Gumartha came with a moan of her own and deposited her load inside. With a plop the dick was harmlessly pulled out of the ear canal and Christina’s body flopped down onto the ground with the occasional twitching or unintelligible mumbling.
It took a while before Christina became coherent again, but once she did she immediately prostrated herself in front of the latex futas. “I’m sorry! I’m so so sorry for what I said and did. I was stupid and acted like a jackass. Can you forgive me?”
Through the hivemind Gumartha could sense that Christina was feeling genuine remorse for her actions. She stepped forward and awkwardly petted the head of the kneeling human. “Everything’s alright, you're forgiven. You just didn't know better yet.”
“Thank you, mistress. Thank you.” Christina showed her gratitude by beginning to lick Gumartha’s shaft and rubbing her face into it in a display that would have the original Christina absolutely horrified. The new Christina didn't care about such superficial things anymore. She had been shown the truth and was dedicating her whole life to the pleasures of the latex futas now. The wet area between her legs was constantly growing.
Gumartha enjoyed the sudden attention her dick was getting. Beads of precum were already forming at the top, when Chicle rather forcefully put a stop to it.
“Now hold up, dear, it was your idea turning her into a sleeper, don't accidentally turn her into a full futa already.” Chicle then addressed said sleeper. “Christina, do you know your orders?”
Christina immediately rose to full height and saluted. “Yes! I am to infiltrate important structures and organizations, divert any leads that might lead to the discovery of latex futa activity and help in the subjugation and/or conversion of key individuals.”
“Perfect, and remember, if you do your job well, we’ll reward you by fully turning you into a sister. That's what you want, right?”
“YES!” Christina practically shouted. “Nothing would make me happier. It's my biggest wish.”
“Great, now go and get that guy locked up in your truck. I think we’ll have great use for his knowledge.”
With another salute she began to walk back to her truck.
“Is there any chance she could be found out?” Gumartha asked.
“They shouldn't be able to,” Chicle supplied. “Unless they x-ray her head and notice everything between her ears being made of latex now.”