[Latex Encasement, Atlas 'TF']

"Hrm... How do I get back at her..."

"How do you get back at whoooo?"

"At Leila. She- Oh god damnit-"

Atlas Grimwald was in a foul mood. He had only just managed to fix himself, undoing the mental effects done to him that made him transform into a sexualized Trans Girl thanks to a certain deviant he called a friend. And now he planned on paying her back for what she had done to him. At least, that was the plan.

And yet, she knew. Leila, the dark-skinned and distinctly shiny Trans Girl that had infested him and turned him into such a beautiful true self, was hanging over his shoulders. His pitifully tiny body towered over by her, especially as she could make him use her breasts as a pair of pillows.

"Whaaaat, I thought you liked being a Trans Girl, Atlas. You were really cute, you know. Getting rid of all those pale colors did you really good. Much less to worry about and all that jazz. You even had your bulge still, I know how much you like that thing." Leila chimed, squeezing him nice and tight. "I could make you turn into one again. You just have to say the word, and it'll come true. C'mon. I know you want it. I know you wanna be one. You know you can't resist it."

Atlas could feel his pants tenting as she whispered into his ear. But no. He wasn't going to let her do this. He wasn't going to allow her to get the better of him. Not when he still hadn't paid her back for it. "How about... W-We put that to the side for now. You can turn me back later. Right now, I want to get back to work." Hopefully, she'd accept a bargain. Even if the thought of squeezing into his trans-bulge... His trans-nulge... Nnnn... Bad thoughts, bad thoughts, not the time...

Leila giggled as she went and took a seat on one of the many couches that he had strewn around in the Atlas Corp penthouse. "Alright, what do you need to work on? More diapers? Oh, by the way, how's the kitty? You ever plan on returning him, or am I going to have to milk him out of you?"

Atlas shivered as she implied something utterly horrifying. It was a turn of phrase, but his mind was already riddled with far too much imagery to the point where he wasn't even hesitating to think of something so terribly. "No. You'll get him back soon. He's currently doing some VR work with Byakko." He paused, as he slowly let his hand slide across his face. "He better not be playing that Mommydom simulation and he better not have replaced all of the models with me..."

"Sheesh. No wonder he hasn't come home, it sounds like you've really rubbed off on him." Leila chimed, stretching a little as she laid down. "So what is it then, what are you going to try and make? If you're in the market for some sort of immobility, I've got a few shiny friends that you can use as models. They'd make great marketable statues!"

"I'd rather turn you into one if I needed a model!" Atlas shouted back, causing Leila to just smirk in his direction. Which made him blush in turn as he muttered. 'Stupid and sexy, why does she have to be like that...' He muttered over and over as he continued to try and think of ways that he could turn the table. He couldn't just... Wait a moment. That was something he could do, wasn't it? Yes, that would probably work...

Leila could see his expression change. Back to that devious look she liked. "Looks like you've finally figured out an idea. Alright, brat boy. Show me what you've got." She said, shifting so she was sitting up on the couch instead of laying down. All so she could look like an investor about to gauge the product presented to her.

...At least, that was what she was trying to do. But the couch was a little too sticky. Or was she too sticky? Either way, she couldn't get up. "Uh, what's this couch made out of?" She asked, trying to pry herself free. Come to think of it, wasn't it a little too shiny? Like it was white, and yet it was kinda shiny...

"Oh, just some experimental latex that I had Seiryu make. She told me that it was incredibly dangerous, while at the same time incredibly stretchable. It would respond to my every thought, I just had to be careful when I put those thoughts to good use." Atlas explained as he rested his head on the back of his hands. "And what better way to try it out than to use it on a constant thorn in my side, so I can make her shut up and look like she might actually be useful?"

Leila frowned as the couch seemed to leak over her further. "You could've at least made it more colorful, I don't wanna be white!" She cried out. Even as she felt it creeping across her thighs, trembling as it crept closer and closer to her crotch...

"Phrasing, dear Leila. I wouldn't want to be white either." Atlas smirked. Mocking her desire, especially considering how pale and how white he was. Albino, while wearing almost entirely white. He couldn't even be more white if he tried. "Now then, just sit still. The latex'll coat you soon, and then we can move onto the next phase.

Leila tried her best to talk back to him. She didn't want this. And yet all that happened was her body refusing to go along with what she wanted. Mainly because the latex crept around her mouth, causing her words to turn into muffled gasps of air instead. At this point, it was more like she was covered in a partial cocoon of latex...

A cocoon that grew thicker and thicker, until there was very little that she could do to move or anything. All she could do was tremble around as she tried to shake free. But no. She couldn't do anything. She was forced to just lie there. Trapped in her cocoon. Trapped in the latex that seemed to grow tighter and tighter with every passing moment.

Atlas got up from his chair and walked closer. Gasping in relief as Leila was finally shut away from the world at large. Good. Even though it wouldn't last, it was nice to know that she couldn't just return the favor and render him a latex Trans Girl again. Well, she probably could. Maybe she was just being a sport. Much preferred to him turning into a heavy-bulged extra colorful...

The tiny terror shivered as he thought more about his time as one of her toys. No. No way. He wasn't going to end up like that ever again. And he was going to make sure of it. Because how was she going to turn him into a colorful mess, if she was white and all sorts of obedient. And more importantly...

Completely. Unabashedly. And unquestionably. Male.

Okay. That was a bit false. He wasn't actually changing her gender. But the latex shell that was covering her was going to leave her male. Until she freed herself from that layer, she was going to be his loyal boy. And just to make sure that he couldn't fight back against him, he was going to make sure that the most sensitive spot was stimulated at all times. Keeping him docile and obedient through pleasure. The best way to control somebody like him!

In fact, the spot was already plenty visible. It was his bulge... No, his Nulge. This was the second part of his master plan to keep Leila in check. A Nulge that he could play with at all times. Never driving his new pet to orgasm. Always keeping it at a level of pleasure where the only thoughts that were going to run through his mind were pure obedient ones.

"How's it feel, Leila?" Atlas giggled as he started to press his foot up against the developing Nulge. Letting his heel really drive into that wonderful shape. Mmph, teasing it was making him feel really hot too. God, it felt so good...

Of course, he couldn't see Leila's expression. It was buried underneath the massive layer of white latex. The thick layer that was still being compressed. So shiny. So mesmerizing. If Atlas wasn't careful, he'd be hypnotized by it. Driven to get down on his knees so he could make out with that shiny visage. But he could endure. He knew he could endure.

Leila, however, was trying her best to get free. She had anticipated something like this. She knew that Atlas would stoop to something that would leave her trapped or masculinized. He liked bois just as much as she did. But that didn't mean that she was going to let him. At least, that was the plan.

Then she felt his heel against her bulge. And then she started moaning way wilder than she thought she would. He had gotten a lot better at this. Being stepped on like this wasn't meant to feel so good... And... And...

Leila's eyes dimmed. As soon as her arousal had risen from him teasing her cock like this, she could get a whiff of the latex around her. It was intense. An intense scent that was making it harder and harder to think. What had he done to make this stuff?

Her resistance slowly but surely died down. As she succumbed to how good it felt to keep inhaling his scent. As she succumbed to how good it all felt in general. She wanted more. She wanted so much more. She didn't want to ever stop inhaling this wonderful stuff. Because it... it... Ahhhh...

Atlas grinned as he watched the subtle traces of Leila's struggle die down. Good. The latex processing wouldn't be nearly as effective if she was struggling underneath. That, and he could feel his cock throbbing within his pants. If she had struggled more, he would've had to tend to that erection. But instead, she decided to act like a good girl. So she could be a good boy, after the latex was done with her.

He took a deep breath, and crossed his arms. Pressing his foot down on that Nulge again. Squishing it around, as if he was using it to mold the latex around her. All while grinning from ear to ear. God, it felt good to impose himself on others. It was one of the best things that he was allowed to do. All because of the authority he had worked up. All because she was too horny to say no to trying to tease him, so he could return the favor and then some...

Little by little, the latex around Leila started to compress. Further and further, until a masculine form started to take shape. One that was intimately familiar to Atlas. In fact, it was compressing her so much that it shifted her size in its entirety. Which only made it hotter, leading to Atlas gasping and panting in turn.

And as the latex slowly stopped compressing, he could admire his handiwork. Because laying on the ground, with an obnoxiously large Nulge that was impossible to ignore, was Leila. Or rather, the very first in a new line of marketable assistants. That shiny visage that he knew so well, that made him tremble and gasp in pure delight...

It was himself. He had stuffed Leila into a latex cocoon, all so he could turn her into a copy of himself. And that was far, far too arousing. So arousing in fact that he started trembling even further. God, he just wanted to cum right then and there. He just wanted to completely ruin his pants... Damnit, maybe he should've shown her the diapers he was in the midst of crafting. Then he'd have an excuse to ruin his pants...

The latex-y Atlas slowly opened his eyes. Fake red eyes, because there was no way that he was going to make proper functioning eyes. The latex was already difficult enough to craft, he couldn't afford to go further ham.

"Master..." The Latex Atlas said, gasping as his hands immediately dove down towards his Nulge. The same Nulge that Atlas was currently toying with. The same Nulge that he wanted to squish and toy with over and over. "Pleaaaaase. Let me play with it..." He cried out. He really wanted to play...

Atlas smirked. "Have you been a good boy? Do you deserve it?" He asked, as he pressed his heel deeper into it. Forcing his 'clone' to cry out more. "Have you, A-L01?"

A-L01. Atlas Latex unit 01. A simple designation. And very clearly pointing out how many more he was going to make. Then again, he would have to change the serial number once he reached the triple digits. But this was still good. Having him at his mercy like this... Gooooooood...

A-L01 moaned. There was basically none of Leila currently visible. But it was clear that she was just as aroused as the outer layer that she was forced to dock with. "Masterr.... I've been a good boy... I've been a really good boy..." He cried out. He wanted to be a good boy for Master. He wanted to prove himself a loyal minion..!

Atlas relented. Finally taking his foot off his Nulge. All so he could walk over and take a seat on his table. "Good. You may have fun with yourself for a bit. I need to make sure that everything is in order." That, and he needed to make sure that he didn't blow his load. Admittedly, the reason why he had tried his best to avoid making such a mess was simple. He couldn't afford to ruin these pants, because the washing machines were currently experiencing errors. He thought he told Byakko that he didn't want any software installed, but that brat cat decided to override his wisdom and ignore him. Quaint. He would have to spank her senseless once he got the chance. All because she decided that he was wrong. So what if she was the tech expert? Not everything needed to be highly advanced!

Not that A-L01 focused on what his Master was focusing on. No, he was just focused on what was attractive to him. And that was the horny feeling in his Nulge. He wanted to squish it. He wanted to squeeze it. He wanted to be overwhelmed by the massive pleasure. He wanted so much..!

A-L01 squeezed. He pinched. He humped away at the palms of his hands. All so he could reach that delightful intensity that he craved. He wanted it all..! But it was not going to be enough. He wanted more. He wanted so much more. It didn't feel good enough if he played with himself. He needed more. He needed Master to play with him again. That felt so good. That would be enough for him. But how could he get that... How could he get him to do it? He was too busy...

A-L01 stared towards Atlas. Squeezing into his Nulge. Gasping. Panting. Leila's lust was too strong to be contained inside this kind of Latex. And her need to toy with him was merging with the programming that was controlling the latex. He wasn't going to get away with toying with her. Not as long as she had something to say about it.

Atlas idly played with his bulge as he closed his eyes. It felt really good to toy with it. It felt so really strong. But he knew he couldn't cum. He couldn't cum in the view of that clone. He would find a way to screw him over. And these pants were still far too expensive to ruin. Maybe he should just drop them off. What could he do...

It's times like these where I would love to have Max. He knew what it would be like when I got this. But if Max found out that Leila had been stuffed into that latex... He couldn't really say what Max would try. Hrm... Hrrrrmmm... God, why did it have to be this hard to deal with arousal..!?

"Maaaax.... Maaaaaax!" Atlas whined as he bit his lip. What could he do. What could he do..!?

"Maaasterrrr!"

Atlas gasped as he squeezed a little too tight into his crotch. Right as he turned his head to look into A-L01's eyes. He had gotten this close already? How? How was that possible?! He was sure that he had prepared himself, and yet... And yet..!

"Masterrrr..." A-L01 giggled as he wrapped his arms around his Master. His 'original'. Squeezing him nice and tight, kissing him on the cheek. Leaving an imprint on his cheek, while that white color was rubbing off as well. It felt really good. So goooood. That's exactly what he wanted. He didn't understand why it felt so good to rub up against Master. But it felt good enough to the point where he wasn't going to question it. He just wanted to keep going. Until he started cumming. He wanted that climax.

Atlas grit his teeth. This was bad. He could feel the latex left on his cheek trying to creep across him. It was going to spread across him. And leave him transformed into another latex boy. Another latex version of himself. Which... Damnit, he had been corroded too much by Leila. If she hadn't ruined him like this, then... Then he... God...

"Masterr..." A-L01 giggled as he rubbed up against him a little more. "Beee juuuust like meeee..." At this point, A-L01 had understood. It felt so good. Because it was him. But A-L01 was also him. So if they were even more the same, then it would feel even better. If they were pressing their bulges up against each other, they would be overwhelmed completely. It was the perfect result...

If they were the same, then they could experience the same pleasure. If they were the same, then they could be even more similar. If they were... The.. Saaaaaame..!

Atlas let out a moan as he felt the massive Nulge pressing against his thigh. God, it felt so good. He wanted more. But he shouldn't want more. He should never want more. He should do everything to fight against it. And yet it felt so good. He wanted to continue. He wanted to become a Latex boy, just like A-L01...

"Damnit... Leilaaaa..! Even when I turn you into me, you find a way to get one on me..!" Atlas cried out, as his hands dove down towards his crotch. If nothing else, he wanted to cum before he turned. If he turned before he got to climax, he wouldn't get the chance. The latex was going to make it impossible to cum. He had to cum now. He had to cum now, before it crept across him completely..!

And yet he was far too slow. By the time he had his fingers on his bulge again, the latex had already spread across him properly. Which made it impossible to truly pleasure himself. The latex was made in such a way that it was impossible to truly transfer the feeling of his fingers onto them. The finer details that made it so fulfilling, shut off to him and denied yet again.

Not that A-L01 was paying attention to that. The only thing that A-L01 was focused on was the delight that came with being horny. The only thing that mattered to him was spreading that delight to his beloved Master. Turning him into the same sort of horrendous pervert as he was. He needed to share that sensation with him. He needed him to be completely and utterly consumed!

Their feelings were being woven together. Atlas' attempt to get pleasure was being merged together with A-L01's attempt to change him. And soon, the two started to squeeze the same Nulge. The same Nulge that felt so good to play with. That same Nulge that was growing between Atlas' legs, growing thicker and wider with every passing moment...

Atlas moaned. Over and over and over. It feels so good to play with. Even though he wasn't supposed to like it. Even though he was supposed to try and fight back against it. It felt so good. He didn't want to stop. Despite everything his heart was telling him, he kept playing with it. Until he couldn't stop playing with it, until the latex covered him completely.

Before long, all that white stuff had stretched its way across his body. It was snapping shut around him. Squeezing tight, as it formed him into a complete copy of himself. It was like he was wearing a form of his own body. It was a ridiculous concept, and yet it was just right for something like this. That delightful sensation pouring through him...

Atlas was being shut away. Filling that latex until there was no more space to be filled. And he loved every moment of it. Even though he was being stuffed into a shiny white copy of his own self... He wanted nothing more than to keep having more fun in this form. Even though it was such a ridiculous form. Even though it was a complete mess that made a mockery of himself...

A-L02 didn't care. Now that he was a shiny copy of himself, all that mattered was the pleasure. Which was why his arms found his way around his fellow Atlas copy. He wrapped his arms around him and squeezed nice and tight. Pressing his fat Nulge up against A-L01's own. It felt good. It felt fantastic. Ah, he wanted to keep going. He wanted to completely ruin himself. It was going to be so good..!

A-L01 gasped in delight as well. It felt so good... He was right. It felt good to share this sensation with his original. But he wasn't his original any longer, was he? He was no longer his Master. Now they were brothers. Fellow clone units. Which meant that he just... He juuuust... Aaaah...

Both of these clones let out a mutual orgasmic cry. Even though they hadn't managed to climax or ejaculate. They couldn't ejaculate or climax. Because they just weren't able to. It was something utterly impossible for them. But did it matter to them? What mattered to them was just the pleasure itself. Never the release.

Both A-L01 and A-L02 kept on pushing. Hugging and squeezing and kissing. Two identical copies of one another, doing their very best to climb to the very tip tops of pleasure. All so they could get closer. Closer, yet never close enough to cum.

Atlas had done all of this to punish Leila for transforming him into a Trans Girl. And though he had managed to trap her inside a masculine shell, she had found a way to repay the favor. He was still down one. And he still needed to turn the tables another time. But now wasn't the time.

Now, all that mattered to him was how good everything felt. He was going to keep on pushing against that Nulge. He was going to keep pushing. Until he couldn't do any more. Until both of them ran out of energy. Only then was he going to have the chance to turn the tables.

Leila, for her part, didn't really mind too much. She just loved to mess with the boy. And she had succeeded again. So the fact that she had ended up a latex copy of Atlas wasn't too bad. She'd find a way to break free. And turn him back into that super cute Trans Girl too, so she could stop denying that she had fun like that.

Thus, another day of antics between the two came to a hump-filled end...