There is a black bodysuit on a hangar. There isn't anything else to wear, so you reach out
for it. You inspect the bodysuit and see that it will cover your whole body, from head to
toe, in a slick layer of black latex; it had no eye-holes or mouth-hole. Strangely, this
makes you tingle inside.
You keep on searching until you find the zipper. Once you open the zipper, the bodysuit
starts to move. You try to throw it away but it won't move, instead it crawls over you,
painting your arms the same colour as it. The head, or what you could discern to be the
head, moves towards your own and suddenly covers it. Your sight is blackened and your
nose filled with the smell of latex. Your sex, in turn, tingles again. The latex keeps on
moving over your body until it is completely covered, but unlike a normal bodysuit, it has
molded itself to your body, as a second skin.
You are writhing on the floor in the afterglow of an orgasm. You cannot control your body
as it lays on its back and your hands start to play with your body. Strangely enough, you
can breath. Your hands keep on working on your latexed breasts and pussy, working to
build an orgasm and another and another. Your mind weakens as the latex creeps over
your very imagination and stops your worrying. Suddenly you cum, you cum again and
again and again. Your mind goes black.
You wake and stand up. Your mind is black. You walk towards a mirror. Your mind is latex.
You gaze upon a human form completely covered in latex; you see the outline of your face,
where your eyes, mouth and nose were. Your mind is latexed. You move without knowing
it, touching everything, testing everything. You are still yourself, but you cannot stop the
latex from controlling you. You no longer call yourself by your name, but by the name of
Latex. You shine under the light. You are black; you are latex.
You walk towards the mirror and lay a hand on where your figure reflects itself. Latex then
crawls out of your hand and soon covers the whole mirror, making it into latex.
Suddenly, your mind is filled with something beyond the black and latex: "This is my
purpose."