Eric sits up, silent. He reaches over to you, and gently strokes your smooth lycra ball sac and cock sheath. Eric bluntly states, "I am yours, and I serve you." With those words, a massively pregnant Eric lowers his head to your scrotum, and begins to suckle gently on your sensitive lycra scrotum.
You gasp, and breath in shallow bursts as you savor the feeling of your balls churn inside their spandex cocoon. Looking down, you notice Eric's super red body is drenched with a slippery red oil. You gaze at Eric's body when you suddenly tense up and shoot several bursts of black liquid spandex from your super rigid 18 inch cock. You pull your cock in between your huge tits, gasping as your lycra titflesh feels like a natural home to your huge cock. You lick hungrily on your cock tip, milking the tasty black ooze while Eric's suckling and working of your balls inside his mouth keep your cock steadily throbbing with cum.
Time stands still as you milk and consume your own thick, rope-like spandex cum. You are not aware of how much time passes, but eventually Eric stops, and sits up. You smile and stand up, and walk over the mirror in the bathroom. Your ballsac is now a super bright pink and your lycra sheath is also bright pink. You gaze in awe at how your new body makes you lust for sex.
Eric stands and walks toward you, "Master, I did good?"
"Yes, you did" you reply.
Eric states, "Soon, I will be fully bonded to this host. We need to find the others. One is already being bonded with. He will need an egg soon."
You don't know why, but you agree with Eric. Confused, you turn to Eric and ask, "How do you know this? What are you?"
Eric blankly states, "You are a queen. We drones exist to serve you. You are one of us now. That which is our essence, our desire to live, is now a part of you. You see, our kind were created on the island, born as living spandex. We have no form ourselves, and need living hosts, humans are preferred. Even now, you feel a new craving to have sex, and to breed more of us. Soon, you will be filled with more of the knowledge and instinct that is becoming of a spandex queen"
Eric's stomach begins to shrink, the bulge of the egg slowly disappearing into his shiny redness. "I am almost complete" Eric says.
Not sure if you will remain who you are, you ask "How long for me?"
Eric stares off and says, "You are already complete in a physical form. Your lust for your own body is proof of that. A queen's mind is not controlled, you must have free will to think, to question. You will realize the knowledge and instinct when you desire them."
Eric turns to you and asks, "May I pleasure you more, my queen, or shall I bring in the one called 'Jung', who as we speak is beginning his transformation?"