By Prender

TF (melting, latex, bubbles)

There’s the doorbell, and right on time. Of course, you don’t want to be late for me, do you? You know what happens to people who are late.

Come in, my darling, you look lovely. We’re going to have such fun! Please come on through to the playroom. Just throw your coat anywhere. Oh? Just bra and panties under it? Nice, I must say. Gives you a kind of pin-up girl vibe. Do you like my outfit, by the way? It’s new. Took a whole lot of latex shine to get this sucker gleaming. I think a red catsuit suits me, don’t you?

Oh, I think you left a word out there. What is it? That’s right, it’s “yes, mistress”. Now, please take off your underwear. That’s right, get naked. Well, except for the collar, of course. And you can keep your jewellery. Especially the nipple piercings.

Now, you know what we’re going to do, right? Just like last time. Let me show you the syringe. It’s full of transformation serum, my dear. A very special variety. Just like last time, it’ll make you change. But it will make you change to what I want you to change into.

So bend over, my lovely. Here we go, right in the tushy. Oh, did it sting a bit? Good. Never mind, I’m sure someone will kiss it better … eventually.

(There’s a look of fear on her face. It’s all for show, of course. She loves this. She wants this as much as me. More. She also knows I’d never really hurt her … well, not in that way. Being someone’s mistress carries with it much responsibility.)

Shall we give it a few minutes? Do you feel it? Feel the tingling? That means the serum is working. It’s changing you. Changing your very molecular structure. Isn’t a lovely feeling? To know that you can be whatever I want you to be. How pleasing you’ll be to me.

And what I want you to be … is latex. Shiny black latex.

Ah, there you go, the change rippling through your body. It seems to start between your breasts and then spread over you in all directions, enveloping your belly, your arms, your legs, and finally your head. And now … now you are made of latex.

Oh, how lovely you look, darling. They always say latex is like a second skin; now it’s your first. How shiny you are! Let me just touch you with my finger … ah, I love the way your breasts bounce back. Your face, so black and beautiful, even your eyes. I love the way the light plays on you now. And perhaps best of all, I love the contrast between your black shiny nipples and the silver gleaming barbells that puncture them.

Would you like to see? Here, take this mirror. You’re welcome. You’re such a polite thing, aren’t you? Such a good girl. Now please take the mirror between your teeth and hand it to me with a bow.

Call that a bow? Hmm. Not up to your usual standards. I know being transformed into a latex girl is exciting, but you can’t let that distract you. I think a reminder might be called for.

The harness holds your weight beautifully. How wonderful, the sight of you suspended in space, just floating. And no, this is not the reminder.

What I want you to do now, kitten … is melt. Melt slowly. Like a candle.

(It starts with just a drop, a little splash of shiny black fluid that falls from her foot onto the ground. Then one more. Then another. Then more. It takes a good while for her to melt completely, becoming less and less human, flowing into a pool on the ground until the harness swings empty.)

(And what am I doing while all this is happening, you ask? Did you really ask that? Some people have no imagination. Let’s just say I did what anyone else in my position would.)

(And yes, the catsuit had several strategically placed zippers.)

I stand and walk over on my high heels and smile as I see the pool of shiny black on the floor. It looks like tar, but we know better, don’t we, kitten? Yes, this is you, now shapeless and formless. But I’m sure you can hear me and even see me.

(Oh, don’t worry, this is all being recorded. You’ll see this later.)

Less than human and somehow more than human. Such a good melter, you are. How wonderful to become a fluid for your mistress. It is most pleasing to me. You have done well.

(Is it my imagination, or do I see the pool of you shiver with delight at my compliment?)

For now, you may change back to your human form.

(The pool definitely shivers this time, and it squeezes itself together to make a vaguely female shape, like someone in a vac bed, which becomes more detailed before changing back into … you. I’m amused to see your collar, nipple barbells and your earrings, which I’d last seen floating in the inky pool of latex woman, back in their usual places.)

Well, how was that, my dear? Intense? Oh, I’m happy you enjoyed it so much. Yes, it was very special, wasn’t it? Now, how about a bath together? Let me peel this suit off … God, latex just wants to stay on, doesn’t it?

So glad I have this big tub. More than enough room for both of us. Hand me the soap, will you, kitten? Oh, and one more thing. Change … into bubble bath.

Ah! What a lovely foamy mess you make! So enjoyable. I think I’ll just lie back and relax in you. Oh, and don’t worry, my dear. You may change back … when all your bubbles have popped and you’re just a thin film on the surface of the water.

Thank you. Glad you had such a good time, my darling. Shall we say next week, same time? Oh? What’s that? No, not the same thing. I’m sure there’s so many other things we can turn you into.

And remember … be here on the dot or I’ll have to spank you.

(Oh, I love that little grin. Now I’ll wait to see just how late you’ll be.)