Second Skin: Genesis, Chapter Two
#6 of Latex Corruption
Sinita René is on track to become a stellar swimmer, one worthy of competitive acclaim. A bright future as a professional athlete beckons. As (mis)fortune would have it though, she has also caught the attention of the technomagical conglomerate International Technology & Magic,with whom readers of 'Ram Drive' and 'Mare Dominatus' will be very familiar with and exactly what they do. Surely though, even with their reputation, there couldn't be anything misappropriate in their sponsorship of Sinita and the gift of a piece of revolutionary swimwear...could there?
Holy hell, was this a hot one to return to and continue remastering to current standards and post up here on SF. Being a shark myself, you can imagine how steamy it is to write something like this and pour elements of my own sharksonas and what attracts me to them into it. So yeah, usual advisory: I would highly recommend reading the above mentioned stories for additional context if you're unfamiliar with them and, well, because they're steamy hot stuff!
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"B-Back fin?"
Sinita finally found her voice, albeit a hoarse shadow of its former self, and strained to see over her shoulders at just what they were talking about. Though she could barely see the curved tip of it thanks to the awkward angle, there was indeed a scarlet dorsal fin jutting out between her shoulder blades.
"H-H...ahh!"
Her frantic self-examinations were suddenly interrupted as the feeling of pressure between her thighs intensified. The frightened young woman let out a squeal as unseen to her eyes, but most certainly felt, something thick, flexible and shaft-like forced its way into her sex. The sudden and _very_unexpected penetration sent her rocking backwards, wrenching her grip free from the ladder. Panicked, she dove down out of sight of those clustered around the pool edge as soon as she hit the water and wheeled about wildly in an effort to get a clear view of her lower body.
What she saw there deeply shocked and frightened her.
From between her legs now hung a lengthening pair of rubbery-looking shark members writhing with newborn life and vigour. Thick fluid trailed from the swelling tips of the nascent shark-shafts and was as vibrantly coloured as the members that discharged it--blue and red, respectively. They, along with the thick ooze being discharged, were the same shade of colours as the suit that now forcibly clung to her skin. In spite of her disorientation and panic, Juno's earlier warning about IT&M's products came back to haunt her; she needed to get out of the pool and find some way to remove the suit. Before...before...
Oh gods, she was feeling it again:sexual exhilaration.
The longer she discharged the bi-coloured fluid from the thick, rubbery members twitching between her legs, and the longer she spent in the water, the more pleasantly stimulated she began to feel, and the deeper her arousal. As she hesitated, torn between what she thought and what she felt, she started to feel like she could just...let all her cares meltaway and stay beneath the water forever. Just like a real shark. The survival awareness that of course she still needed to_breathe_ reasserted itself, giving her a moment of stark clarity of thought to pirouette in the water and push up towards the surface of the pool. Much to her relief, the fuzzy plumes of unnatural, bi-coloured fluid she had been discharging from the lurid tentacles had ceased being ejecting into the water. But then...as she drew near the surface, she furrowed her brow in apprehensive confusion as she noticed that numerous swimmers were all now clustered together in a rough circle above her, all thrashing about in the water.
When she did surface a few metres away from them, she saw that they were incongruously engaged in a full-blown orgy. She stared in disbelief at the mass of grinding and moaning wet bodies; shock shunted aside her own panic about what was happening to her. The eight or so swimmers who had also been in the pool at the same time as her were now writhing together in a rough circle, panting and gasping as they clutched and rubbed up against one another with ever-wilder abandon, males and female alike seemingly desperate to keep contact of any sort with one another. Gender and physical preferences were cast aside by the sheer sexual thirst assaulting them. It was a shocking_display of unbiased and uncontrolled _lust at its most base level.
Oh gods, what is happening? Someone, please tell me!
Sinita waded back, eyes stinging from the raw tears welling up. She bit down hard on her lower lip and tried to ignore the sensations assaulting her as the exotic members squirming between her thighs stiffened and rose in response to the orgiastic display. The thick shaft of warm and pulsating living rubber at the base of the pair of claspers, now embedded firmly into her sex, pulsated and worked itself deeper still into the intimate orifice, causing her to cry out in unashamed ecstasy in response to the continued penetration.
"What...is...this suit...doing...to me...?"
She ground out her question, her tone shrill and one step removed from hysteria as she sought answers to a question no one around her could answer. Once again, the exotic rumours spreading throughout the weave about IT&M's nefarious activities spitefully presented themselves front and centre in her scattering thoughts. As expected, her plea for enlightenment fell on deaf ears; her fellow swimmers were too far gone in their chemically-induced shameless sexual hedonism to hear her.
"STOP THIS AT ONCE!"
Horrified faculty staff just now becoming aware of the public orgy hurried to the side of the pool. Intent on putting a stop to it, they left themselves open to be pulled in by a forest of eager clutching hands that seized hold of their legs and ankles. With their arms comically pin-wheeling, the staff fell into the water and soon found themselves thralls too to the intensely powerful aphrodisiac now lacing the pool's water. The moment they surfaced, they eagerly and mindlessly joined in with the orgy. The rules of conduct governing interactions between staff and students had been obliterated from their mind, replaced by raging lust.
"H-Hey...w-wait a min-"
Sinita. Still mid-transformation between human and latex shark, was rocked out of her bemusement by the eagerly grasping hands seeking to grab and pull her too into the swelling mass of semi-naked bodies pressed up against the pool walls. She cried out in response to the sharp, virgin stimulation as someone--it was impossible to tell exactly who--grabbed hold of her swollen members. The physically corrupted young woman's latex-engulfed nipples immediately stiffened in response, and the friction as the swelling nubs of breast-flesh rubbed against the inner layer of the rubber coating them made her cries of uncomprehending ecstasy that much more emphatic. She suddenly found herself at the centre of attention of the pleasure-seeking mob, and tried in vain to writhe and struggle free as a collective mass of lips and tongues began to press against her cheek, her neck, and greater amounts of hands and mouths sought to grab onto her slender breasts and lock around the tips of her shark-like members.
They were all eager to go to the source.
"L-Let me...LET ME GO!"
It was her last, desperate attempt to free herself, and a futile one. Little by little, the will to resist was once again fading. Sinita's subsumed body and nerves crackled with ecstatic stimulation just from being in the water, let alone from the male and female bodies also pressing up against her. A tidal waves of lips latched themselves one after another to hers in desperate, imploring kisses, eager tongues slid across her skin and swirled around her artificial members. She wallowed helplessly in a deepening miasma of pleasure and stimulation that was robbing her of conscious thought and the will to do anything other than to just let it happen. Al while her physical transformation continued unabated and without resistance. The finned tail lengthened and thickened and the first flickers of awareness and control of its movements threaded themselves into her mind as the transformative mental influence of the technomagical suit wormed its way into her thoughts. She had already been given a taste of how much faster she could swim, gliding through the water and using the tail's subtle movements and fins to guide her. Imagine how majestic and magnificent she would be once her transformation was complete? She would be fierce, sexy, wanted, feared, and adored by all. An apex swimmer. All she had to do was just relax, stop fighting it, and let her instincts as a creature of the water take over. Become a shark.
Become a glorious latex shark...
Under the weight of promises that appealed to her competitive spirit and ego, the crumbling walls erected protectively around her psyche to guard again mental compulsion collapsed completely. Her warping mind exploding with possibilities; she would be the perfect swimming machine: a sleek union of shark and human. She grinned, eyes gleaming with a maddened light, then let out a triumphant squeal and a breathless series of panting high-pitched moans as her body was rocked by a powerful, rewarding orgasm. She let out a heavy grunt of pleasure as her crotch muscles went into spasm, compressing rapidly around the stiff dildo buried deeply inside of her. Like all of IT&M's living latex products, it had served as a vessel for the malevolent, telepathically-active parasitic entity. The vessels took different forms, their methods often different, and the results varied wildly, but all had the same purpose: fusing the suit and the wearer together as an exotic latex being. Existing personality traits deemed useful would be accentuated, while new ones to serve an intended purpose would be introduced. Anything considered unnecessary would be filleted away, buried under layers and layers of subliminal programming, just as their flesh was subsumed by latex.
With her inhibitions shattered, Sinita now feverishly kissed any lips that were pressed against hers, and licked and suckled upon any breast and nipple that were thrust against her face. She was now as equally lost in wanton lustful abandonment as the others around her, all driven into a sexual frenzy by her aphrodisiac latex shark pre-cum. Sinita felt powerful, dangerous and more_alive_ than she had ever felt before. With the knowledge of her new purpose being fed to her by the prototype semi-intelligent swimwear, a product of illicit technomagical research and development, she idly wondered about the effects the fluid would have on the others already engaged in the orgy with her, especially after more direct ingestions of the shark seed. Satisfied that the idea was too delicious not to explore, Sinita let out a mindless giggle as she propped herself up against the pool edge and braced herself as two new mouths eagerly took the members she offered up to one and all.
After all, there was only one way to find out...
Four hours later, operatives of IT&M's Special Projects Division disguised as environmental emergency personnel evacuated and cordoned off the university. Suited and masked, they waded through the several hundred students and faculty members now lying exhausted and in various states of nakedness and sexual satiation. They had over-flowed out of the pool room into the corridors beyond, each having been dragged into the pool or in some cases, jumping in willingly to join the induced orgy. Using a mixture of enchantments and biological solutions, the SPD operatives wiped the short-term memories of all but a handful of students. Cover stories were already in place for when they regained their senses and the situation would be contained. Sinita was one of those handful spared a mind-wipe. The newly-born latex shark-human hybrid, now heavily sedated, was placed on board one of the transport vans, along with several of her 'victims'. One of the suit-wearing operatives ran a hand-scanner across her unconscious latex-covered form, nodding in satisfaction as scrutinised the results and keyed in an audio connection to her superior.
"Rook to Queen: the first stage of Operation Mako is a success. Returning to base."
The head of Special Projects, the aforementioned 'Queen', smiled in satisfaction as she signalled her acceptance of the message and the completion of the operation. Developments were proceeding smoothly and she now had valuable data and a new test subject for a third form of latex anthromorph; yet again, her mole in the R&D department had served her well. She leaned back in her padded chair, creaking as the skin-tight latex suit she wore stretched tightly against her skin. With great interest and satisfaction, she regarded the still images and the video footage recorded by her operatives, marvelling at the way the suit had transformed Sinita. She then switched her attention back to making subtle adjustments and refinements to the specifications of the hood that awaited the shark-morph and would complete her transformation.
Yes indeed, Operation Mako had been a stunning success...