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Latex Rebirth

Starring Latexia

Sponsored by DrakeHavok

By Draconicon

Margaret stepped out of the bar, the hippo barely managing to wriggle through the door with her impaired capabilities. A button popped off of her blouse, but she didn't see where it landed. Didn't much care, either; she figured that it was better off lost, considering that there was no way that she was going to make it in for work tomorrow.

Giggling at how that made sense in her head, the twenty-year-old hippo turned, waving back to the guys still in the bar. Fellow accountants for GenEnji Incorporated, they'd be heading back to work tomorrow, while she was going to be sleeping off the effects of her bender and the latest bonus that she'd gotten.

The hippo grinned as she reached into her shirt, pulling an envelope of money from between her breasts and giving it a kiss.

Hehehe...$10k...that's gonna buy me a lotta...stuff.

A part of her knew that spending all of that would buy her a lot of attention as well as a lot of 'stuff,' but hey. It was a good night, she was in a good part of town. No heroes on the street yet, but they'd be out later this evening, and the villains knew better than to come around here. She could flash a bit of dough around.

Tucking the envelope away again, she turned towards the sidewalk. Her car was further down the street and then across it, but she could already feel herself wobbling. Even the cars going by threw her balance off, making her sway from one side to the other, her bargain-priced pants making threatening ripping sounds as she did. Maybe it'd be better to call a taxi...or it would have been if she'd remembered to bring her phone.

Shoulda brought it from the office...

Well, her car wasn't that far away, and there was a book inside if she needed to keep herself busy for a while. Felt like she would, but maybe things weren't as bad as she thought. Margaret took one step, then another, feeling the world getting more solid under her feet.

Her mind was far away from the darkened sidewalks, thinking about the project for the next week. GenEnji Incorporated was looking into sponsoring some heroes, giving them the gadgets and the gear that they needed, even covering medical treatment in exchange for having the opportunity to study how they had become heroes. Her team was supposed to pull together the funding for it, justifying it for the rest of the corporation so that there wasn't too much a shortfall for the other departments, and so far, it looked possible.

Wonder if they'll figure out how to make everyone a super, one of these days? she thought. Then she sputtered, giggling. Nah. Not with all those theories about how it comes around. Nobody'd sign up for the near-death stuff.

Of course, that was just one possibility, according to the scientists. They never agreed on anything, though. She much preferred to work with the numbers and the mathematics of her department. Much easier, much simpler. Either the numbers added up, or they didn't. Science was fun, but god, they argued over the meaning of this and that all the time.

She shook her head as she stepped off the sidewalk. She took a few steps, fumbling for her car keys, and blinked slowly as she saw her shadow whip around, pointing to her right instead of straight ahead of her. Had she -

BEEEEEEEEP!

The world slowed down around her as the hippo turned her head, her eyes slowly widening at the side of the bright lights shooting down the street towards her. It was a massive car, wider than a truck and armed with all sorts of gadgets that the superheroes loved as they went out on patrol. Just barely visible through tinted windows was a silhouette waving at her. Margaret could only stare at the oncoming death machine, her head still fuzzy up until the point she was hit.

Everything was so slow, so floaty as she was lifted off of her feet, the metal digging into her belly, cutting deep into her gut and beneath her ribs. Her heels were shorn off by the speed as it took her away, sending her flying upwards bit by bit. She saw a puddle of blood left behind on the hood of the car, but that was all as she went up, spinning around, and around, and around.

The world sped up again, the car roaring by beneath her as she bounced between the fins on the back and fell over, rolling through the street. A scream that had been waiting finally broke free as she shrieked as she rolled around, waiting for the horrible pain that would come, the deadly bleeding from the impact to her ribs, everything that would tell her that her life was over.

But nothing came.

She hurt, there was no doubt about that, but she wasn't dying. She felt bruises along her chest, but she'd gotten worse than that hobbling along through the company offices after the Christmas party. It was like...like something had protected her.

And I'm sober. Wow, I am really sober.

As she checked herself, she realized three things. First, her blouse had been ripped open by the impact and hard roll, and she was nearly flashing everyone. Second, her bonus money had gone flying, twenties and hundreds floating in the breeze as people ran left and right for it. Third...

She wasn't looking so much like herself anymore.

The hippo stared down at the point of impact, seeing that the leathery, semi-purple skin had turned black where the car had slammed into her. At first, she thought that it was some sort of bruise, but the more she stared, the more she realized that it was nothing of the sort. It was...it was so much more than that, as it started to spread across her middle.

Margaret knew what it was. Everyone had seen a super-emergence before, as the news stations loved to cover them. She backed up from the road, pulling herself out of the way of all the other cars before gently opening her shirt and staring down.

The black was spreading further and faster, sending a strange chill through her as it covered new patches of skin. Her brain was already doing the math, measuring how fast it was spreading, and it told her that she'd be completely covered in less than a minute.

Calm down, calm down, you know what this does, hon, Margaret thought, even as she slid down the brick wall behind her in total shock. It's not going to hurt. It's just...it's just gonna change your life. Forever.

Somehow, that didn't make her feel much better.

The spreading black was latex, she realized belatedly as it started to cup her breasts, lifting them up and pushing them forward more than most bras would have done. She glared down at the more obvious display, and to her shock, the latex immediately dropped them down, letting them rest normally against her chest. The hippo blinked to herself, and then thought that maybe a halfway measure wouldn't be too bad.

The blackness immediately responded, pushing her breasts up once more, making them a little more obvious, but not sluttish. It was...rather weird to have such fine control over her body parts that way.

She reached down, touching the slime that was spreading over them up to her neck, and it came off on her fingers without any apparent loss to the overall substance. She pressed her fingers together, half-expecting it to form strings between her fingers, but instead, it compressed into a little ball.

"What the..."

She was shaking, she distantly realized. She was shaking, slowly losing her mind to the things that were happening to her. Margaret forced herself to breathe, to calm down. There was nothing wrong, nothing bad that would happen to her. She just...just had to focus on the changes. Focus on them, not on the stuff around her.

Squirming further back as she heard the cars continue shooting by on the street, the hippo pulled off her shirt as it started to dissolve. There was no point in leaving it on if her new...suit? Body? Whatever it was would eat it up. She shook her head a few times, letting what was left of the bargain blouse hit the ground.

The latex had spread over her shoulders, slowly running down her arms in thick streams. Half-curious, she reached up and pinched some of the goo near her shoulder, and instantly felt it through her skin.

Okay, so...it's really tight, or -

"Mmmph!"

She bit her lip as she felt the grinding against her shoulder as she turned it against the bricks. It wasn't painful, more a sheer pressure, but she knew that there was pain buried beneath it. Like the latex was protecting her, but still kept her aware of the stimulation that her body would normally be going through.

Interesting little power.

Panic was right around the edge. The sheer fear of becoming a super was already part of it, but the fact that the latex seemed to have replaced her skin was the worst bit. She had to see more than she was already, and that meant stepping out into public again. There were car mirrors everywhere, but...

Nnngh! Just do it! You can get embarrassed later, when you're not on the verge of freaking out.

The hippo crossed her arms over her chest, covering her nipples but nowhere near everything else as she ran for the nearest car. Someone might have spotted her, but if they did, they didn't call out or draw attention to her. That was good enough as she knelt down. The streetlight near her lit up the mirror well enough for her to see herself, for the latex spreading over her neck and up towards her muzzle to be shimmering under.

Well...time to bite the bullet.

She opened her mouth, letting her tongue hang out as the latex spread up to her face. It was chilling her, taking away body heat as it went, making everything feel not-quite pleasantly cool. It got stronger as the latex pushed into her mouth, soaking into her cheeks and her teeth, over her tongue and then finally, down her throat. Her eyes went wide, her first breath cut off as the latex spread along her windpipe, keeping the air out, but a few seconds later, it was open again.

Not a suit...me. It's becoming...it's making me...all latex.

Falling down on her ass, she felt a squish that she hadn't felt before, and looked back. A series of rips had spread along her ass cheeks, showing the black material on the inside that had expanded. She...she'd grown...as she'd fallen.

The latex...the latex is protecting me?

That was something that she hadn't expected. Most powers were a bit wild until the super in question got them under control, but she'd never seen the powers acting on their own or on subconscious urges before.

But if the latex had spread out from her ass, than that meant...

The goo started eating through her lower clothes, consuming her pants and her shoes, her socks and her underthings before she could pull them off. She groaned in annoyance, feeling utterly embarrassed about being stripped nude by her own power, but there was nothing she could do. One second the clothes were there, and the next, they weren't.

Thankfully, the only one that seemed to notice anything was...

Oh, NOW he comes back.

The car that had run her down was slowly pulling in, the figure behind the wheel hunched forward as best she could tell. She grumbled, her own anger and embarrassment - not to mention sheer terror about what could have happened - stewing under the surface. She felt the ground get less hard and uncomfortable under her feet as they were fully sheathed in latex, and only barely felt the slippery feeling of the goo sliding into her sex and her other hole, leaving her completely coated in black.

The hero in question, some wolf with a suit full of gadgets so heavy that he had to struggle to move, finally stepped out of the car as he pulled up beside her. He looked utterly shamefaced, at first, and then stared at her with wide eyes.

"Oh gods, you...you almost gave me a heart attack."

"Really? Because you almost bisected me with that monster."

She gestured at the car. She was used to seeing superhero vehicles, and supervillain ones for that matter, that were over the top. This one took the cake, with howling, running wolves on the back fins, decals along the side that displayed three werewolves running along, and a front that hosted not only a bladed top - which she remembered the feel of all too well - but two weapon barrels and one missile launcher.

"What the hell were you thinking? People get drunk here. I could have died!"

"But...but you're a super. You're...you're fine."

"I wasn't a super two minutes ago!"

His eyes widened, his face turning pale beneath his fur, but she didn't care. She was flat-out pissed at him. She'd almost died, and though she had survived, she wasn't herself anymore. This...this naked latex hippo wasn't Margaret. If she couldn't get rid of the latex, she couldn't go to work, she couldn't hold down a normal job, she couldn't -

Furious, utterly furious, the hippo lunged forward. The hero ducked back, but too slow as she smashed one of his gadgets off of his chest. The grapple gun went flying, some springy sound filling the air, but she didn't have any intention of stopping to look. She was too angry, too furious...too scared to think of stopping what had become her sole distraction.

He blubbered out apologies, trying to say something, anything, but all she could hear was the springing, rubbery sound every time that she slapped something off of him. He was getting faster, but she was getting closer...or her arms were getting longer. It was hard to tell with the way that things were going.

Margaret was all too conscious of the way that her body had to look, her bare breasts bouncing and swaying about, her hips and her ass jiggling as all that weight no longer had the support to keep it up. Even that fed into her anger, making her shriek in utter rage as she leaped for the wolf as he was stripped of his last gadget.

"You idiot! You moron! You...you...you...YOU!"

She slammed him down, but not against the sidewalk, she realized. Her latex was puddling off of her arms, and for the briefest of moments, she both hoped and feared that it was sliding off, the super-emergence done like it had happened with the Phoenix when her flames had died down.

But no. Her arms were as dark and shimmery as they'd always been. They were just pumping more and more latex out through her body, pooling under the wolf as he squirmed and begged. His eyes were wide with fear, terror obvious on his face. Grabbing at her arms, he begged her for mercy.

And she gave it. She didn't know why, but she pulled back. She felt a shift in the latex, saw that it had gone from choking him to wrapping around him, spreading over his body until he was in a suit smoother and more complete than hers. It was like staring down at a silhouette, the wolf's species not even obvious as the head was just a giant ball, and the tail was tucked in somewhere so it couldn't be seen. It was as blank as one could imagine.

How...

Margaret looked down at her hands, hardly believing that she'd just produced this, and slowly looked behind her. The street was filled with black goo, spread out like strands of a spiderweb with the different gadgets that she'd thrown off of the wolf spread out through the air. It was like a horrifying work of art, her latex having done something to keep all the gadgets not just away from her, but away from him, impossible to pull away without extra tools.

It's...it's protected me...and it...obeys me.

Curious more than scared, she looked back at the pinned wolf. She gestured at him, thinking about what she'd like, and the latex shifted with her thoughts. His face was clear through it again, though his eyes were covered and his mouth was shut. A tuxedo of a suit ran down his body, though every strand of fur and patch of skin remained covered as he had the appearance of a dapper canine, dressed up for a night on the town, though his skin and fur were impossibly smooth.

A part of her knew that it was wrong, but she couldn't stop herself. Latexia flicked through other shapes, even going so far as to change his species and even strip him naked at times. Everything she thought of, the latex did, even removing his clothes and leaving him with just a headband over his head and a line of the black stuff running down each limb, like a...a control skeleton.

I can't just...I shouldn't...

She looked back at the car, and slowly shook her head.

No. He's dangerous. Hero or not, he made a big mistake tonight. He took away my life, and this is just fair. If he can't control himself, then I will just have to control him. He took my life; I'm just taking his freedom for a while. That's not even a big trade, for him.

Still hardly believing it, she directed him back to his car, and made sure that she kept him under control. He struggled slightly, though not much, almost as though he was surrendering to her. She chose to believe that.

Her cheeks burned beneath the latex layers as she walked naked to the passenger side, knowing that there were eyes on her from every direction. The only thing that she could hope for was that nobody connected her to the accountant that had just stepped out of the bar a few minutes ago. If she could keep that away...

The radio was buzzing inside of the car when she stepped inside, the chatter of other heroes. Perhaps this man's mentor. She almost had the temptation to take it and report him, but she turned it down, turning to the wolf and pointing at the chatterbox.

"Tell him that you're going to be patrolling on the west side. And then, very carefully, you're going to take me to this address."

She put it into his sat-nav. It wasn't far, just a hotel about two miles away. She felt like she could do a lot there, away from prying eyes. As he made the report, she slowly leaned back, staring down at her naked body as the shivers began, adrenaline and everything else slowly catching up with her.

I'm a freak. A naked freak...a complete freak who looks like a sex doll and - oh, don't you start!

She forced the thoughts down as her breasts started to inflate and her thighs started to thin, the latex halfway towards making her look like nothing more than a bimbo. If she had a choice, she wasn't going to go for a look like that. She was still...

No...I'm not.

Margaret wouldn't have lashed out like this. That hippo, that accountant would have been sarcastic, maybe a little bit biting with the hero, but she wouldn't have taken him over like this and made him...this. She looked the controlled wolf up and down, and despite herself, she didn't regret it.

Maybe it wasn't good...but this was right.

She had to learn more. She had to figure out what her powers were, how to use them, how she could protect herself with them, before the other heroes started coming for her. So far, she had something that responded to keep her safe, could control other people, and responded to her subconscious as she fought. If it was that flexible right off the bat, she knew that there had to be more things.

I wonder just how much latex I can make...

The numbers had to be finite. Even the other elemental heroes were not able to produce infinite amounts of things before resting. But even if it was an amount equal to her own body...well, that opened up possibilities. The mathematics were already playing in her head, possibilities playing out.

She knew it was a distraction, something to keep herself from freaking out as they drove off towards the hotel, but she didn't care. The hippo would use it as long as she could, if it meant that she didn't have to think about her life being over. There was no hiding her new latex skin, no getting dressed over it, she felt. Even as she tried to force it down and away, it seemed like that was the only command that it wouldn't register.

Glancing to her side, she hesitated, then flicked another finger down at the wolf's groin. The latex spread from his legs, seeping into his sheath and dragging it out. It throbbed, pink for a moment but then sheathed in the same black she was made of.

Hmm...that will probably be a good distraction, too. It wasn't sexuality, but analysis that said that, even as the scared little hippo accountant that she used to be continued to shudder and shake, on the verge of breaking down.

"Drive faster."

The End