LLL
Imported from SF2 with no description.
Nobody really ever stood a chance.
The operational codename was dubbed "Wildfire", indicative of its ability to spread from host to host, multiply rapidly within seconds, mutate people complete indiscriminately.
It's ability to adapt to any situation that was thrown at it was... well, thought to be impossible, but the live exercises and tests are hard to dispute when a round from a .50 cal Anti-Material rifle is absorbed like the people are made out of 20 inches of lead.
Nobody knows how it broke containment, but once it did it really lived up to it's codename. Guards only had basic gear on, nowhere near the protection needed to prevent contamination. Their weapons were no use either, more so useful to keep people out than be used against a theoretical _ LLL _
_ LLL _, that's what people dubbed it when the saw the videos and were briefed.
_ Liquid. Latex. Lover. _
It was a silly name, but when you're seeing prisoners get wheeled into a test chamber, literal hardened gang members locked up for multiple murders get instantly coated and turned into a shiny bimbo slut that leaks corrupted from every hole... well, there isn't really much in terms of "professionalism" left amongst coworkers.
The containment levels failed instantly, it was slithering through the airshafts on non-closed off sections, spreading from host to host. Luckily it happened during off-hours near a shift break at night, lucky for those who weren't in the offices below that is.
Daniels was working overtime crunching some models, working late again, not seeing his wife and kids again, but knowing that this was incredibly important work, for everyones wellbeing.
He didn't even see it, much like most of the people in the facility. The janitor turned _ LLL _, turned in just seconds, instantly knew what to do as *she* walked up behind Daniels and just groped his clothed chest... then letting some velvet slickness flow out of her mouth as she started rubbing her liquid latex skin all over his chest and face.
One second... two seconds... three seconds.
Down the hall it found it's way to Hanna, coating her and making her gag and orgasm endlessly as it filled all her holes and made her into a perfect shiny slut. And just like every single human ever to make contact, she succumbed, she rubbed herself, she **loved** every second after it filled her brain with shine. Not even marveling at her new body, in her mind she was always like this, this was always normal, this was always life. She just knew everything she needed to do now, like a freshly hatched sea turtle instinctively knowing to go to the ocean, _ LLL _ know out of pure instinct how to spread, how to conceal, how to corrupt.
Of course, she took no time to share it, to go into her coworkers lab and open her throat and spew fresh hot slick latex over her friends chest, making her instantly succumb to the overwhelming mind numbing pleasure as Trish's chest burst open with new shiny swelling tits, hyper sensitive and spewing fresh latex milk with every grope. It took just seconds to go from a loud scream, to soft uncontrollable groans, to fucking like mindless sluts. To filling Trish in every hope, feeling the latex gush out liter by liter, filling the rapidly corrupting women as she was already *gone* before her body was fully coated.
They just enjoyed and fucked with their new blessed body, until every inch was coated again and they were completely lost in the bliss, producing nearly a gallon of fresh new _ LL _, sucking on each others foot long tongues like they were sucking on tentacles as the horse length latex cock kept spraying infinite goop on the floor.
For some reason, likely because the corruption is of a higher, unknown intelligence than we're able to properly recognize, it was able to sever communications almost instantly and no outside call to warn of a containment breach was ever received by anyone.
It's able to hide, but only to a degree. The latex never leaves the body, it is always covering parts of it. Some new sluts walked home hiding their new slick bodies under normal cloths.
Some roamed the street, with no commitments in life other than work, seducing men and women of all ages and turning them into an _ LLL _
Conventions were so easy for a _ LLL _ to break into, people didn't think twice of sexy skin tight latex suit at PAX EAST 2020, or Comic-Con, 202X Anime NYC. A _ LLL _ naturally looks like a Zero Suit Samus, so when all she had to do was imagine being a Zero Suit, it was the perfect method to rub onto guys and girls, putting a little bit of liquid latex love onto their shirts, backs, leaving traces of the liquid goop on bathroom seats, inviting people into their hotel rooms.
In the warmer climates, bathing suits of pure liquid latex were so creative and valuable, it was nearly impossible to tell human and _ LLL _s apart. A mother would go on a snorkeling trip, wearing a completely normal water suit, only to come out smiling back onto the boat shiny... glistening..., more round and ready to open her mouth and holes to spread this endless bliss.
I'm rambling, I really don't know why I'm writing this. Those were the early days, weeks, maybe a month or two after it really did go full on *Wildfire*. I have no idea how many actual humans are left, all I know is I remember the military becoming infected shortly after this went public, the government filled with _ LLL _'s who used their positions and resources to spread this as fast as they could, mobilizing the National Guard in the homeland to go door to door and fuck and fill anyone who wasn't an _ LLL _, the military on foreign soil being used to spread it abroad as well.
It says it's been six months now, my last contact went dark two weeks ago, he had his family with him in his lab. I don't like thinking about it. Best case is he lost power, or something was tripped and he hasn't been able to restart his coms. I say best case, because he's from California and his entire lab turned shelter was solar powered...
Well, anyways, I doubt anyone is going to be able to read this. I'm running out of food, have nobody to talk to, and I'm running out of options. I'm honestly thinking of just running outside and giving up, but I think I might just try and wait this out, just see how far I can push it. Who knows, I might get in touch with someone, or even a group. If I do, I'll be sure to let you know... whoever is reading this.
Signing off for now,
Dr. Jill Redfield.