[TF F->Latex Alien Queen, F->Latex Herm, M->Latex Bimbo Drone, Corruption, Latex Parasite]
[CW: Dark Tone, Personality Loss/Suppression]

Cynthia scowled as she fled down the dark alleyways. The City seemed even more forbidding than usual; it's cramped spaces and sharp angles were accentuated by the sharp cracks of lightning through dark rain. The side streets and alleys were her home, but Cynthia still felt uncomfortable here and now.

She tried to push it out of her mind. The flashes of light weren't cameras watching her, and the voices she was hearing wasn't anyone nearby to her. The footsteps she heard were her own, because logically Cynthia knew she wasn't being followed.

But she wasn't alone. The package in her satchel slammed against her thigh as she ran and each contact chilled her bones more than the rain. She had started the day gainfully employed, and now she was a fugitive wanted for theft of company property.

As her shoes slammed into the wet pavement, she reflected on her day. Cynthia hadn't intended on stealing anything, let alone the newest specimen from her work. She started the day as normal, and saw an email saying the latest material had been delivered to her lab for research. Low priority, it was just some scrapings of an asteroid that needed to be analyzed.

She almost didn't get to it, but Cynthia was nothing if not an overachiever. She stepped up to the task, and worked through every sample needing to be tested. Even The Sample. It had been unassuming at first, but it seemed to be a crystallized polymer, structured similarly to rubber, but with much more tightly packed molecular chains. If it could be replicated, it would be a new type of rubber, with more strength and ability to deform than anything on the market.

===

Cynthia had managed to make it home, but the darkness hadn't stayed outdoors in The City. Cynthia rechecked the light switch - despite being turned in, the room seemed dim and hazy. She staggered through the house, making it to the master bathroom. Her eyes were bloodshot, though the veins were dark as night.

She ripped off her blouse, seeing the pitch black veins running down her throat and across her torso. It looked like spindly black fingers reaching up her body, gripping around her neck only to reappear in her eyes. Cynthia opened her satchel, and pulled out the object.

The black alien substance had once been contained inside the canister, but now shards of metal and glass, the remains of the tube were suspended in the rubbery substance. She set the blob onto the sink counter, sighing. It looked worse in the mirror than her angle looking down at it, as she stared at the bloodless puncture wound it had created into her side.

Her thoughts drifted back to earlier in the day; the haze from the fever building inside her making it feel as though she were still there. She could hear the cracking of the glass as the black substance turned into a flowing liquid and started throwing its mass against the walls of its prison. The shards of glass exploded out, toward Cynthia's face, but they stopped in mid air. The black rubbery mass had gripped the shards, enveloping them in it's swirling mass. Mass that was strong enough to deform steel, based on the crushed metal of the former canister inside the black substance.

The substance had shot out it's thin ropelike tentacles at Cynthia, spearing her gut. As much as she tried to remove it, it just crawled further inside of her. She had been nearly unable to handle the sensation as it squirmed through and between her organs, filling every available empty space in her torso with its form. All that remained outside was the remnants of the metal canister and glass shards, and even those were pulling inside her slowly.

Cynthia had stripped down. She was athletic, a fact that she was proud of even when it hadn't previously assisted her in fleeing home to safety. Her muscles were toned and defined, with just enough present to give texture to the shadows that danced across her softly tanned skin. Except now it wasn't just natural shadows, but a darkness showing through her body. Her veins were a stark black, even though her skin. Where a vein wasn't showing through, her normally healthy golden brown skin was a subdued gray, as though the alien substance was pressed against every inch of her skin.

Another wave of dizziness washed through her body, and a cold sweat broke out on her forehead. Cynthia staggered, clutching her tainted face. A weird, acidic taste unlike bile filled her mouth, making her gag. She tried to spit it out, and couldn't - not even saliva left her mouth. Confused, she looked up at the mirror in front of her and gasped. Her mouth had been replaced by a hole of darkness. The alien substance had coated her mouth and throat, and her tongue was a shadow of similar material that was barely distinguishable from everything else. Even her teeth had seemingly vanished, merely forming soft lines underneath the crawling rubber.

Just as Cynthia was studying this, she noticed the latex-like substance was crawling out of her. Like a spider, spindly jointed limbs crawled out of her mouth, spearing her cheeks much like earlier. No blood came out from these new holes, despite the aggressive tunneling she could see each length of darkness running beneath her skin. After proceeding a short distance they erupted from her skin again before diving back in as they resumed their burrowing.

Gasping for air, the shock of the sudden assault staggered Cynthia. She gripped the edge of the sink in front of her. The tendrils of the alien substance wove through her face, and any gap where her natural skin could be seen had vanished underneath the webbing of the creature. Cynthia opened her mouth to scream, but the substance shot out across her gaping maw, sealing her airways shut until she blacked out.

===

Cynthia woke up to her front door being smashed in. She could hear the wood splintering and exploding apart, but didn't hear any crash as the shards fell to the floor. She was on the floor of the bathroom, and the floor was cold. Her whole body felt cold, for that matter. It was hard to orient herself, and as her conscious mind came together it dawned on her that her bathroom floor wasn't jet black. Neither were the walls of her bathroom, or the ceiling.

Neither was her arm.

She scrambled to her feet, her latex skin slipping against the latex of the room. She stared into what was left of the mirror on the wall, a lone pair of shards suspended in the slowly pulsating goo.

The rest of the mirror was a part of her now, it seemed by her reflection. This goo parasite thing had taken her body over, using the metal and glass from the canister it formerly lived in as well as the resources available in the bathroom to create a wreath of spikes surrounding her face. All of her joints were 'armored' with the sharp unnatural growths, creating strange hinge looking points. Her hands had been condensed down into three rough reptilian shaped claws, adorned with the longest and thickest jagged shards of metal.

Gently so as not to injure herself, Cynthia lifted her hands to her face. Her mouth and nose were gone, hidden under the thick and smooth layers of the alien latex. Her eyes were hidden, but at least she could see through the strange bug-like hardened coverings on her face.

Another noise erupted from the living room, her body tensing into an animalistic crouch. Against her will she felt drawn to investigate the source of the sound, creeping slowly into the adjoining room. She marveled that she could feel the carpet against her toes, and wiggling them against the soft shag felt almost orgasmic through the latex.

Cynthia tried to bite her lip, and then realized she couldn't. The alien parasite had filled her internals, and every breath or movement of her mouth was under its control. As her body crept forward into the living room, sneaking behind the armed thugs lurking there, it occurred to Cynthia that she was being moved and controlled like a puppet. Inside and out her body wasn't hers anymore. It gave her a strange sense of apathy and disconnect when she witnessed her possessed form attack each gunman silently, rendering each unconscious.

It didn't help her much though as she squatted over each attacker and pressed her face on theirs. Her internals churned and she wondered how much she had been changed, as she felt something detach inside her and flow through an opening where her mouth once was into the man's mouth. This process repeated for each new victim on the floor, as segments of the alien detached and infected them.

Cynthia found herself in control again, the automated part of the latex relaxing it's grip. She collapsed to her knees and tried to ignore the sharpened glass there digging into the floorboards.

A wretching noise pulled her attention to the first man she infected. His body was seizing, violently shaking as something worked through his insides. The black latex goo worked out of his pores like small worms tasting the air after rain, and together they worked the body armor loose on the man. She noticed that the man was strangely hairless, the body hair he once had was pushed out of his body by the alien substance. But that was only the start of the drastic changes: the suddenly dilapidated skin we smoother than it should have been, along with his limbs slimming down.

Cynthia realized she could see the man's privates, but couldn't bring herself to look away. It was erect and pulsating, draining black latex goo out of the tip so that it flowed down the shaft like a fountain. A few spasms - an orgasm based on his moaning - and the length started to roll and slip inside itself, vanishing into the mass created by the latex covered balls, now forming a thick and puffy vagina.

The feminization didn't end there. The man's formerly muscular waist shrunk and pulled in as though he was wearing a dramatic corset. His hips looked wider and feminine, and his ballooning chest made him look entirely female from the neck down. Cynthia held her breath, watching the man reshape in front of her, waiting for his face to follow suit.

Except it didn't. The latex had been spreading over 'her' new body, and started to cover the male face without changing it. It took on a perfectly smooth dome-like appearance. The flawless surface didn't stay that way for long, as a bulge started forming at the bottom of the face where the mouth once was. It swelled and pushed out, forming into a pair of exaggeratedly thick puffy lips. Cock sucking lips, Cynthia realized, the thought coming unbidden to her mind. In fact, the entire appearance was that of a bimbo whore’s, complete with the sudden long ponytail of platinum blonde hair spilling out the back of her head.

Cynthia glanced over to the rest of the new bimbo drones around her. The other men had undergone a similar change, and now all the was left was the alien parasite pulling in the former males's body armor and weaving it into its own surface. Other than the strange three fingers and toes with claws, much like Cynthia, and the fact that they drooled black goo that ran across their equally onyx surface, very much unlike on Cynthia, the bimbos could pass for human fetish enthusiasts.

But they weren't human, at least not in the normal way. Cynthia could feel sensations through them, as if she was connected in and knew what they were seeing and thinking. It was for that reason she wasn't terribly surprised when they started smearing their thick lips over every surface of the room, leaving thick viscous trails of black goo everywhere. They were converting the small home - her nest - into a proper place to reside. Made of the same goo that had infected her, she noticed the walls and ceiling reaching out with tendrils to her. She walked through the room effortlessly, as though the room itself accommodated to move her.

Cynthia let herself breathe a sigh. It was a heavy mix of exhaustion and relief as the immediate threats to her life had subsided. The rubbery skin seemed to agree, and slipped back. As it started to vanish, she was surprised and ecstatic that she was finally being released. To her dismay, the receding line of the black goo woven through her skin seemed to stop so that it created a plunging neckline revealing an ample amount of cleavage.

At least her face was cleared up, she mused, and a quick glance in the mirror showed that it wasn't just the goo that was gone. Any blemish on her skin that she had - the small freckles, the awkward scar across her browline - seemed to have been wiped away. Her skin was radiant, and even though the alien had seemed to be overzealous in its efforts to cleanse her skin and had also removed her eyebrows and eyelashes, she had to give it credit: She looked good like that.

Her long hair rustled over her shoulders, and she noticed that the sharp protrusions along her body had folded flat, barely visible as outlines underneath the flawless black surface. As she posed, examining herself from side to side, she studied the contrast in her body. Pure and flawless white human flesh abutting against pure and flawless obsidian alien flesh. It was unsettling, but also hypnotizing. She couldn't help but marvel at the stark difference, her claws running over her skin and the latex. The feeling was different across each, but it was more similar than she expected. It dawned on her that if the alien parasite was never to be willing to release her, then both skins would be her skin. The thought was chilling, but also arousing.

===

It wasn't clear how long Cynthia was marveling at the changes she had undergone. Some amount of time had to have passed: it was dark out, and the bimbo drones were nowhere to be found. She heard a voice call out into the darkness of her home. Between the lack of sunlight and the fact that every surface had been coated by the labors of her new drone army, there was no texture anymore in her home - nothing that the light could catch upon and create a reflection or a shadow. Cynthia wrestled with the mental notions provided to her by the foreign substance corrupting her, trying to force out the ideas that the bimbos were HER drones, and that this was HER nest. She was distracted enough that she didn’t even realize who the intruder was until they called out again.

It was her best friend.

Of course Angela had come and checked up on her. They’d been best friends for longer than anyone could imagine. She thought for a moment to call out, tell her it wasn’t safe here, but Cynthia knew that Angela wouldn’t give up that easily. Angela was an investigative report, which in this city meant she probably had seen enough things that people have already tried to kill her. Cynthia shook her head, unable to come up with anyway to send Angela away from safety. She could hear her calling out from the other room, complaining about her feet sticking to the floor and that the lights didn’t work. Cynthia could see perfectly fine though from the other end of the house, her infected eyes making up for the lack of light. She could also feel Angela’s foot steps, like a spider sensing her prey stepping on the web.

The thoughts of devouring Angela like prey drove Cynthia over the edge. With tears in her eyes, she yelled, trying to plead with Angela to run, to leave, to escape before she did something she would regret all without paying attention to the words she was saying. Angela stopped for a moment, then started running - not away, but to Cynthia just as she thought she would.

It was in an instant that Angela was on her knees, with Cynthia against her chest. Cynthia wasn’t even sure how they got into this position, all she knew was that she was being held about Angela’s chest and that she was sobbing. It took a lot of effort, but Cynthia managed to explain everything that happened to her in the last day to her best friend. To Angela’s credit, she didn’t judge or comment until the end.

“So how do we fix this?” The first thing Angela said was positive, and supporting. For a moment, Cynthia wondered why she was afraid to bring her friend into this, but it was only a fleeting moment before she remembered.

Before she could feel the drones moving in to block the exits to the room.

Cynthia shook her head in response to Angela’s question. “There isn’t anything we can do. This… this thing isn’t going to let me go. Or them. Or you. I didn’t want you to come here, because I didn’t want this to happen to you.”

Angela shook her head, stroking Cynthia’s cheek. “Look, it’s ok. We’ll figure something out. Maybe not right now, but we’ll get through this.” Cynthia pressed her head against Angela’s palm, sighing. They sat together quietly, both thinking.

“I love you.” Neither had spoken first, it was as though the inspiration to say what they had been hiding for years had just burst forth simultaneously. They looked at each other, but only Cynthia could see the shock and embarrassment on Angela’s face though she knew she had much the same expression.

Cynthia only dared to whisper, as an idea came to mind. “What if… what if you stayed here, with me. Not as a drone. I think… no, I can make sure you wouldn’t just become one of them. You could…” She blushed, shaking her head. She muttered for a moment, “Feels like asking you out to prom or something…”

Trying again, she looked Angela in the eyes. “You could be my mate. We could make this work, together, and honestly, I think I need you. You’ve always been positive and caring. I need that with me to help fight what this thing wants me to do. So… can I please make you my mate.”

Angela was quiet for a moment. She looked away to think. “I don’t really have much of a choice, do I? I guess that means I say yes by default, though I hope that I’ll still be able to do my job. This is just one more example of the corruption in The City, and I don’t want this to be the last piece of my career.”

She looked up, back at Cynthia. Cynthia could already see the dark strands of the symbiote crawling through her veins, her eyes already almost pure black. They looked at each other and were actually able to see into each other’s eyes. “Yes,” Angela repeated. “Yes, I’ll happily be your mate.”

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The majority of the infection had remained inside the house, which made it easy to hide. The front door was now more of the latex goo, but it looked just like the blackened metal of any other door. It just now had the added benefit that the alien parasite controlled who entered or left the house - or more precisely, Cynthia could monitor the comings and goings from her nest.

Speaking of, Angela just got home. She simply walked through the latex barrier, the material letting her slip in with no difficulty. She stripped off her clothes in the living room, tossing them on a pile of clothes that the alien substance was not allowed, under any circumstances, to convert or mess with. The goo did quickly swarm up her legs though. While at work, she managed to get away with having only the latex cling to her torso and hips, sealing her into what would be seen as a bodysuit unless anyone looked close enough to see that her toned abs still had perfect definition through it, and that the material seemed to go into her holes deeper than it should.

Once home though, the nest would provide her with enough of the strange latex to cover her entire body save for her face, which a heart shaped window kept exposed. It also provided her with an awkward new appendage, a large alien looking phallus between her legs that would have been nearly constantly dragging on the floor due to its size if it weren’t always erect. It seemed that the alien parasite had a strange concept of what a mate should be for a female queen, and decided that should they need to procreate this penis would be required.

Not that the pair minded, though. After they got used to it, Angela and Cynthia quickly realized that this let them have the best sex of their life. It was a pretty easy life now. Together, they could keep the alien parasite from wanting to take over the entirety of The City, and the parasite sustained them so they didn’t need to eat. Angela continued to work her job, a little bit safer with the protection of the of the alien material. Cynthia stayed in the nest, making sure nothing got out of hand, spending her time learning what abilities they now had, in case they ever had to use them.