[Fusion, Gas Masks, Futanari]

"H-Haaah... C-Can't handle this... N-No way I can handle all of this..:"

It happened so suddenly. Like some sort of switch had been flipped inside her head. That's the only way that she could explain this newfound compulsion. And given the way everyone else was dressing too...

Cindy Vénéneuse was a girl who got her way one way or another. And thanks to her Fractal, Acid, there wasn't a lot that others could do to stop her. She usually got them to agree when she melted their clothes to nothing and forced them into submission through shame.

So the fact that she suddenly felt some strange compulsion to wear as much latex as she possibly could was cause for concern. She didn't want to make a big scene out of it, because then she'd be the kind of outsider she was turning a lot of the geeks and the nerds of Spyral Pyre Academy into. Frankly, she was reaping what she was sowing...

No. The actual thing that concerned her wasn't the compulsion itself. It was actually the fact it felt so normal. And the fact that the pleasure that came from having a tight pair of latex shorts squeeze around her crotch felt like it was just an ordinary part of her day...

Even now, just thinking about it was enough to make her blush. A blush she had been looking at in the mirror for what felt like a small eternity...

It looked so out of place when it was paired with the rest of her. From her purple-hued hair and how it covered up one of her eyes, as well as the toxic Fractal symbol manifesting right under that very same covered eye, to her choice to disobey the rules of the Academy by dressing like a mixture of a punk and a proper bitchy queen bee who didn't leave anything to the imagination... All of it didn't match with that adorable expression on her face...

"Pull yourself together, Cindy..!" She couldn't be seen like this. She had a reputation to uphold. Sure, she wasn't close to the same level as the top bitches at the Academy, but she had made her own bed by abusing those that were worse off than her. Carving herself a little slice of paradise, even getting one over the teachers at times...

Yet if they saw her like this, struggling to contain herself both emotionally and erotically, given the obvious way her cock was tenting those tight shiny pants of hers, they were probably going to mock the shit out of her.. She couldn't let that happen, no way...

...One of those creeps she had dominated with her Fractal had to have an answer to what was going on. This couldn't be right. Something that felt this right couldn't be natural, especially if she wasn't the one to make it happen...

One last look into the mirror was all it took for Cindy to make up her mind. If need be, she'd... Y-Yeah, she'd merge this time. This time for sure. If that was what it took to undo all of this, she'd actually take the plunge.

For now, the toxic bully left her room, hoping that she could find the right creep. One that could-

"You're looking off-kilter, Cindy."

Soft. Concentrated. Breathing. Emphasized as it was filtered through a gas mask. Making it difficult to ignore...

Just the sound of what seemingly mocking breathing was enough to make Cindy tremble once again, quickly turning to face the girl that had caught her trying to get out without being compromised. Immediately, she raised an eyebrow at the sight...

The girl that had caught her was one of the girls she had bullied. Elma Vicier. A short, grey-haired girl with smoke-like pom pom pigtails. And like the moment the two locked eyes for the first time, where Cindy chose to immediately humiliate her for being a weirdo who always wore that gasmask, it sat on her face. Regulating her breathing and making it difficult to ignore the way air went in and out...

The only difference between back then and right now was what Elma was wearing. She had swapped out the standard uniform for something much more striking, a tight latex bodysuit that seemed to stretch out at the most important and sensual areas. Making her look way bustier, way curvier, and indeed even more hung than the bully that was currently only slightly dressed in this shiny fabric...

Not only did she look like her sexiness had taken an upgrade, but the masked girl had a much more confident look on her face. One that immediately started judging the purple-haired girl in front of her, each breath leaving her lips serving only to bring more air back in. All thanks to the tubes that were now going from her gasmask straight to the rest of her suit... She wasn't even breathing in clean air, she was huffing her own fumes...

"S-Shut it, smokestack..." Cindy muttered, trying to cover up her crotch so the masked girl didn't notice how badly she was handling her current situation. "W-Why're you here anyway, just to mock me? I thought you had gotten a strong enough taste of my Fractal the moment you scurried into my line of sight like the insect you are..." Despite those venomous words, they didn't hold any bite. Not while she was blushing and posing like she was this close to blowing some sort of deeply coveted secret...

Elma closed her eyes slightly as she came closer. Her breathing deepened, causing smoke to slowly leak from the improper seal between her mask and the tubes connected to them. Smoke that very quickly started to flood the area around them, almost as if the girl was isolating her bully...

"A curious thought bounced through my mind." Elma spoke, her soft tone still emphasized by her persistent rhythmic breathing, which also served to make Cindy tremble more. "You have been absent for some days. And thus I thought: Does the acidic scourge of Spyral Pyre have weaknesses? Like the ones her so-called lessers harbor that she keeps exploiting?"

The way she spoke, the way the smoke pumped out faster and faster, swallowing more and more of their surroundings and making it hard to tell if they were still right outside Cindy's room or somewhere else entirely, all of it was getting to the acidic bully. She shouldn't be feeling this way. Lacking this much control over the situation unfolding in front of her...

"W-Weaknesses? D-Don't be absurd. D-Don't you remember what I did back then? M-Maybe you'd like an encore, you masked freak..!" Cindy cried out, her palms rapidly starting to secrete the same acid she used to strip several of the freaks and geeks that she liked to consider herself superior to. There was no way that this masked freak was going to be able to stop her, she was just trying to smoke her out..!

Elma didn't move a muscle as Cindy flicked her acid. Simply saying there as it got all over her curvy latex body. Only to gradually sink in without much actual harm done to the latex, as if the very substance was immune to the bully's Fractal...

She couldn't believe her eyes. The power that had supported her so far, the power that had punched her ticket and ensured that she would end up a great Hero later, even if she was going to stomp all over those geeks and freaks in the process, wasn't doing a single thing to this masked creep?! It didn't make any sense...

And yet, despite how much she hated how little control she had over this situation, she couldn't help but grow harder in response to the sight in front of her. She couldn't admit it, both consciously and unconsciously, but there was something deeply arousing about the way she had been completely and utterly countered. Completely stripped of the control she usually had over every situation, social or otherwise...

The grey-haired girl gently brushed her hand against her smoke-like hair. "Everyone has their weaknesses. Unfortunately. You are no longer mine, Cindy Vénéneuse." She said so plainly, stepping closer as her breathing grew stronger once the two of them were closer than ever...

Despite being very clearly two heads shorter than the bully, to the point where she could easily use the bully's breasts as a type of pillow if she so wished, she felt so much taller in the moment. Especially as that smoke started to push further and further inward. Making it harder and harder not to breathe it in. Making it harder and harder to stay focused as it slowly infiltrated the bully's body...

Cindy couldn't believe that something like this was happening. She was supposed to be on top. She was supposed to lord over creeps like Elma. And yet here she was. Quivering, bobbing back and forth as she felt so much smaller compared to the masked girl, despite the clear gap in their heights...

A much softer hiss slowly echoed out as Elma reached up towards her mask. And bit by bit, she removed it. Letting the smoke that had been pouring out from her lips spread out as soon as it was freed from the space it had been compressed into...

"Put it on."

As if the loss of control wasn't bad enough, now the short creep was actually commanding her to wear something she detested. That well-used mask. Still connected to the girl's suit. There was no way that she was going to wear it...

So why was it she couldn't stop herself from obeying? No matter how much Cindy wanted to go against what she had been commanded to do, the purple-haired bully simply took the mask and slowly locked it into place. Letting it completely swallow the lower parts of her face...

It didn't take long for her to start breathing in the smoke. Slowly breathing in. Out. In. Out. Letting all of that smoke slowly worm its way through her system...

This was supposed to choke her out, wasn't it? So why did she feel so... So calm and relaxed while breathing it all in..? It didn't make sense. It didn't make any sense at all. Yet... It felt nice. A different kind of nice than what she felt when she was wearing latex, because this kind of sensation didn't make her pop a raging hard-on...

If anything, this was the very first time in her entire life that Cindy Vénéneuse had felt at absolute peace. So much so that she slowly started to look at the girl whose smoke she was currently slowly making part of herself. The girl who by all means she should hate for what she was doing to her...

Right there on Elma's chin was the girl's Fractal mark, a swirling puff of smoke reaching upward. It was almost always covered by her mask, so this was the first time anybody had seen it. At least, that's what Cindy believed. And given what the... What Elma was like, there was no doubt in her mind that this was the truth...

"You... Why..?" Speaking was difficult while wearing this mask. But still, Cindy needed to know. She needed to understand why this girl had suddenly grown so dominant. Was this connected to the latex..? She needed to know. She needed to...

"I simply saw what you really were. Weak. Just like the rest of us." Elma said, carefully reaching up to the band around her neck. "You want to be strong. Don't you? Strong enough to stop anybody from getting in your way. That's why you took it all out on us. Because you knew you were weak."

It took a weak girl to understand another. No wonder she shared her gas mask with her. No wonder she was willing to fuse. Cindy would never dare fuse with anybody for any reason, because that... That would be like admitting that she was weak. Admitting that she needed to lose control...

And yet. She couldn't stop herself from slowly reaching towards the colorful bracelet around her wrist. It blended in with the other colorful bracelets she wore to try and stand out as somebody important. Just as she blended in to try and bide her time.

She shouldn't. She knew she shouldn't. But Cindy couldn't stop. Not after breathing in so much of Elma's smoke. Breathing in so much of her...

They were already one, this was just a formality...

Bright light, one purple and one gray, was snuffed out by the massive cloud of smoke that surrounded the two girls. As that very same smoke rapidly started to compress further and further, spiraling around itself as it grew darker yet darker. Compressing into a feminine form, one that matched the two components of this Synch...

Until a deep dark purple substance splashed out around the smoke, quickly solidifying into what looked like a latex hazmat suit. One that seemed to be just as toxic as what it was meant to protect against, especially as it began tightening around the smoke within...

A deep breath was drawn from the Synth's mask-shaped face for the very first time. Then another. For every breath, the suit that was her fused form continued to change, the latex stretching in all the right places...

The most obvious place where that latex stretched was around her head. As a bed of smoke-like hair burst forth from its toxic prison, forming a set of bangs that completely covered up the visor that was supposed to protect her. The almost nuclear-shaped Fractal marks, made from the swirling smoke and the toxic marks of the Synth's components, are barely visible through these thick grey bangs...

It was one way to identify the Synth as something corrosive. But by the time you had seen her hair, it was already too late. Thanks to those grey nipple-like growths pushing through the purple latex. Deeply corrosive substances drooling from those nearly phallic things, as if her milk was some kind of pure pollution.

Just as the substance drooling from the phallic, throbbing mess that was her cock threatening to tear her entire suit apart. Every few seconds, another part of this substance began to drool out. Even as her suit acted as a sort of condom trying to collect all of this polluting liquid, it still leaked through. Causing the floor underneath them to quickly melt away in response to her very existence...

Another soft breath. And finally, the Synth gazed at herself. She could not smile with this masked face. But the way she clenched her fists indicated a certain kind of delight. One that was filled with the power that both of her components desired.

"Smoke. Acid. Both pollutants." The newly formed Synth spoke. A level of calm and collected mania slowly pouring out from her mask. Just as both of them wanted deep down. "How much more can we add to this concoction, before we become a true Meltdown?"

Meltdown. That was who she was. The purest strength. Pollution strong enough to destroy anything. And if they were to find more Fractals that were just as corrosive, just as infectiously destructive as they were... Then they could become even more.

The thought of becoming so much more was all it took for the Synth's curiously fused body to start drooling even more. Her phallic instrument between her legs, and her equally phallic pumps up above. All looking so needy. But she had the solution to her problem. A way to contain herself until the moment was ripe.

From that mask that made up her face, three hoses shot out. One for each of her most tender areas. Allowing her to breathe in the fumes that made up those polluting protrusions. Leaving nothing behind as she quietly departed from the place she had been born, except that tiny melted spot on the floor below.

This was all so she could further experiment with this new body of hers. After all, there was much she still needed to understand about herself.

So that her ingredients could understand what it would take for her to be the strongest, just as they wished her to be...

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"There. It feels good. Doesn't it?"

It was all a blur. So many sensations. So much to take in. So much that Cindy had never considered.

The only reason she was even conscious after that fusion and everything that had taken place, the evidence of which was still very clear from the latex condom-like bags that she was currently laying on top of, so close to the pollution that she had been letting out after merging into Meltdown...

Was because of the gasmask that currently connected her to the girl that had fused with her. A girl with much greater ambitions than she ever could've imagined. Ambitions that left the purple-haired former bully questioning just who she had been blessed with, even if the two of them got off on the wrong foot.

Slowly but surely, Cindy nodded in response to Elma's question. Prompting the shorter girl to smile, carefully caressing her partner's latex-covered crotch. Which in turn made Cindy tremble, still weak to this kind of pleasure...

"From today on. You will be wearing the same as I. Breathe in the fumes of your own acidity. Understand yourself and your power to the fullest. So that we can be greater as one. So that all can melt together into one mass pollutant."

It was such an absurd order. Yet all that Cindy could do in response was nod. The idea of wearing latex before, as exciting as it naturally felt, was one that she was worried about. Specifically because of how good it felt to wear, even if it embarrassed her. But now that she had Elma...

No. Now that she had her fellow Pollutant, she wasn't afraid. If anything, she was ready to go as hard as her fellow Pollutant wanted her to go. Because now, she had a purpose. A goal. A reason to throw her weight around...

All they needed now were more Pollutants. So they too could melt down and destroy themselves with this kind of debauchery, just as the two of them had done through this fusion...

Meltdown would pollute the world with her poisonous Perversion, just as she had polluted them...