Hannah, was to most people, a fairly boring person. Not outrageously interesting, ugly, beautiful, talented, or even unskilled. She's just a short blonde girl who lives an average life. But there is something... special about her. Something that makes her very attractive to certain... things. She's very fertile. You could cum on her shoe and get her pregnant. Despite hannah's lack of bust, booty, or schoolgirl uniform, she was cursed to be chased after.
The stalker in question is a pile of goo. Well, less a pile and more of a puddle. Made of living latex, the latex disguises itself in order to take control of its victims. Most often it does this by camouflaging itself among their wardrobe, turning into their sex toy, or by simply ambushing and enslaving them.
Hannah lives in a somewhat isolated area, in a small town. No one around to bother her as she relaxes. A quick look out the window revealed a nice sunny day, with plenty of birds in the sky, and no big bad wolves. Stretching, hannah decided that the pool would be nice today. It was here that the latex found its opportunity. In hannah's closet, the floor started moving. What seemed to be a section of carpet rose, and tendrils extended to grab hold of a spare hanger. The latex morphed and changed shape, turning into a one piece swim suit. The color morphed, from generic carpet color to fashionable black, with the texture changing to be more like fabric. Some other bathing suits were surreptitiously moved to the top of the closet. If the swimsuit gamble failed, it would put them back, and replace a more commonly worn item. Footsteps signalled the moment of truth. The closet abruptly stilled before the door opened. Hannah appeared, shuffling through clothes. At first she thought she'd wear that blue bikini. Then she thought about the red one, or the black one, but now she'd prefer any bikini! Instead she's stuck with a one piece, which will give huge tan lines.
Begrudgingly, Hannah said "I guess I'll wear this...." and that was all the latex needed. Stripping out of her summer wear, Hannah barely looked as she slid into the trap. The waist was high, above her hip, but her entire bust was covered, even the sideboob. The zipper in the back which went halfway up got rid of what slack there was. Idly, she thought 'Did i buy this a few years ago? Its pretty tight.' The latex, now with its foot in the door, started phase two. The victim, simply put, needed improvement. Her breasts? Barely b cup. Butt? Nonexistent. Hips and waist? Flat. Being 5'2, she looks like a kid. Hannah meanwhile simply walked to the pool and got into an inflatable mat, and started enjoying herself.
The only thing this victim had going was good genes (Her mother had huge tits, and her fathr had a huge dick), great fertility, and a face that didnt send men running. But attracting men would need a little boost. It was time to use pheromones, to tell anything with a dick that a bitch in heat is lying around.
As hannah closes her eyes, the latex starts pumping out an invisible gas to attract virile young men... or creatures. What smells her snd comes running?