As she contemplated she felt Cynthia squirm inside her. The slightest move of her rubber friend, sent waves of pleasure through her and she worried she would collapse. Cynthia dashed into the nearest shop, a male clothes store. She rushed down racks of jeans and T's, keeping her head low so she wouldn't be seen, eventually finding her way inside the changing rooms.
She closed the curtain closed around her. Then pulling her milk stained clothes off and discarding them on the floor she sat naked on the rooms stool facing a large mirror against one wall. Spreading her legs she could see the end of Cynthia moving as her shaft shifted and gyrated inside her. She pulled her friend from her with a struggle; it was as though she was trying to swim back up her.
Cynthia stared up at Michelle with a hungry desperate expression that she hadn't born before. She slowly throbbed in Michelle's hand, expanding and contractin as if breathing. Not wanting to deny her friend the only purpose left to her Michelle slid her back up her wet pussy.
"OOh Cynthia, you should have been born a boy, you use that cock body of yours so well." Michelle purred under her breath as Cynthia rubbed herself against all the most pleasurable spots inside her slick opening.
Michelle began joining in aiding Cynthia's quest to reach orgasm. One hand found her clitoris and delicately began stroking it, occasionally dipping to where her juices poured out of her to gain a little lubrication. Her other hand neaded and stroked her breasts, teasing and pinching at her nipples as she felt Cynthia squirm and even slowly swell inside.
Michelle's vision began to blur, she could no longer make her self out in the mirror before her. Instead of watching the show she just closed her eyes and concentrated on sensation. The orgasm came rushing upon her shortly after, it wasn't alone, seconds later another came. Cynthia continued squirming faster and swelling, every slight movement was now gifting Michelle with one of multiple orgasms until eventually Cynthia exploded inside her.
Unlike the last time where Cynthia had literally burst, being left as tattered rubber pieces on the floor, she had shot out an explosion of warm liquid into Michelle's waiting woomb. This shocked michelle briefly but it was soon ignored as she tried to cling to the glow which had been her orgasms. Her whole body felt exhausted and she couldn't move or think much for the time being.
Eventually Michelle calmed down and the world crystalised around her. She reached between her legs to pull out Cynthia but found she was gone. Looking down she gasped at the sight of her crotch. It was now hairless and her flesh had given way to Pink latex rubber. Inside she was hollow and she could see her insides slowly melting, becoming a paler pink liquid latex. Curled up in the midst of it was Cynthia slowly consuming the substance.
Michelle wanted to panic and scream but something was holding her back. As she slowly watched the progression of the rubber up her body she felt a kind inevitability. It calmed her reassured her that her fate wasn't unknown, she knew exactly what was happening, she was becoming a rubber doll. This actually seemed to make sense to her, this way she could remain with Cynthia, remain on the island, and besides as her insides slowly became liquid and her skin took on the translucent rubber look she realised it actually was a really nice sensation. She also thought it was a pretty good look for her.
At the point Michelle felt the last of her organs liquidise she also felt Cynthia on the move. She swam through the liquid of her insides till she reached the area behind her swollen rubber clitoris. Pushing against there she felt a strange sensation, watching through her clear skin she observed Cythia merging with and becoming part of her body via her clitoris. When it was complete Michelle heard somethig she never thought she would again; Cynthia's voice.
"How do you like my masterpiece?" Cynthia's sultry voice purred though her body.
Michelle's mind no longer anchored to her brain seemed to exist throughout her whole body. It was a great sensation as every part of her was consequently more sensitive. "How?" Was all she could think to reply to her friend.
"Its strange, when you had me moulded into that dildo i realised the dildo wasn't me it was just some rubber that contained me. Eventually i discover i could control that rubber."
Michelle had a flash back of Cynthia's first awkward squirmings out n the street. "Yeah i remember, i had to dash in here for fear i would collapse."
Michelle looked at her new body in the mirror, she looked as she had before only she was pink all over, from her hair down to the folds of her still perfctly formed labia. Her eyes no longer moved in their sockets and were just shapes in the rubber that made her up but if she concentrated hard she found she could control the direction the pupils appeared on them.
"Thats it honey." Purred Cynthia. "Although your thinking too literally, i'm looking at the mirror through the nipple of your left breast right now."
Michelle tried to tilt her head downwards to look at her breast and found she couldn't; for a moment she began to panic. "I can't move she stammered out."
"Calm down it takes practice, you'll find it easier if we fill ourself with liquid latex." Cythnia's sultry voice took on a calming aspect. "Here i have an idea.2
Cynthia asserted her control over the body they share, she reached out with one arm and pulled open the curtain just enough to make the booth look empty but not enough for anyone to see her. With her leg she kicked Michelles milk stained clothes under the curtain into the isle where they could eventually be cleaned up by staff. Finaly with a little effort she changed the shape of Michelle's mouth so that it formed the perfect O that people expect to see on a regular sex doll.