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The Latex Flood

Part 3

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By Draconicon

Getting out of bed and leaving the dolphin bellboy behind, Margaret pulled her latex back. There was just a small piece that she left behind, something that had wrapped around the little mind control device that the V. G. had slapped against his head. The hippo made sure that it was properly bonded to the electronic device and left it to wriggle around it until it could safely separate it from his head. GenEnji's training had been good for more than just ripping apart rooms and puppeting bodies, after all.

As far as she could tell, the lump was a modified Brain-Bot, model 3I. GenEnji had produced a number of those for the military before the whole system went to shit, and a number of them had been seized by the public after normal law enforcement all but fled the city. With heroes being the only option for enforcers, mind control devices were employed both as a way of keeping control of enemies that were captured during the middle of a fight, and as a way to keep meat shields between the heroes and the villains that were trying to escape.

Meat-Shields like that tended to have a job survival rating of approximately 60%, depending on just which hero that you got assigned to the case. If you got a bad draw, those odds dropped down to about 10%. Probably why they always involved some degree of mental manipulation.

Still, even though it was modified, the base hardware was still GenEnji tech, and they had taught her how to deal with that. Once it was forced to withdraw the prongs that fed commands to the brain, the device would fall to the ground, more than likely self-destructing in the process. The bomb effect that would often kill the wearer would be contained within the latex, the evidence destroyed, and the dolphin released back to his average day to day job.

All thanks to her, of course.

The naked hippo left the room, pulling at her body and adjusting her flesh to look something like attire. She dragged it out from her chest, smoothed her nipples to lay beneath it again, and straightened out the lines.

If nothing else, it looked like a latex coat and latex pants. She kicked the wall until her toes melded together, and took a quick look at one of the mirrors in the hallway. Better than nothing. She still had a little bit of a surreptitious roundness down between her legs where her sex jutted forward a bit, but that was something that she would have to play off with confidence. As long as someone didn't think to look, she should be fine.

The main issue is my head...

Unlike most supers that had elemental powers, she didn't have an 'off' state. She didn't have a way to slide back into her normal appearance. She was made of latex all the time, and black latex, at that. It was one thing to make herself look dressed, and quite another to make herself look...normal.

Can't help it. Going to have to hope nobody's paying attention.

Pushing her ears in and molding the top of her head, she managed to create something of a fedora hat. With that done, she pulled at her lips, tightening them together until they were all but invisible. It would look something like a mask. As long as she didn't try to talk, as long as she kept the hat down, as long as she didn't let the shape start sliding back to her normal body type, she should be okay.

Should be. She hated that that was the best she could hope for.

Shaking her head, she let the phone absorb into her arm and walked down the hall. It wouldn't take long to find the front door, then a bus stop. From there, she could make her way to the same strip club as before. Hopefully the same horse from last night was working tonight, and hopefully, his boss still had the lesson from last time in mind. She didn't feel like being so generous if she had to teach him again.

#

She entered the club with the music thudding away. The band had already set up for the evening, and the first rush had already made their way onto the dance floor. A pair of strippers were shaking their asses on the poles, but neither one was the twink from the day before. She did, however, spot the bull from yesterday almost immediately. The long-horned manager took one look at her and spun on his heel, trying to run for the bar. She chuckled, shaking her head as she followed after. For all that she was still sorting things out, seeing someone that obviously afraid of her was, for once, comedic rather than infuriating.

He was just reaching for the phone beneath the bar when she sat down. Resting one hand on the bar as if asking for a drink, she extended the dark latex - nearly invisible in the lower light by the bar - and trapped the phone against the bottom of the counter. The bull wrenched at it twice before stopping, looking up at her.

"I'm not here to hurt anyone," she said. "Remember our talk this morning?"

"Fuck that. You were on the news, you know?"

"Was I?"

"Yeah. All about breaking into the Union in a terrorist attack."

That's the story that they're running with, huh?

Well, at least now she knew. That was to be expected. Now that she was at large, they were going to spin their story before she could spin hers. That was how it worked. She shook her head.

"How much do you believe what they're saying?"

"Half of it."

"Right. Which half?"

"...I'd believe the breaking in, if I had to pick...but I'd bet you did something more, super."

"Obviously, you've never been." Shaking her head, she leaned in, feeling some of her 'attire' already sliding back into her body as she took her focus from it. She let it go, knowing that there was little point in keeping that disguise up now. "Now, I'm going to let go. You and I are going to talk."

"Yeah? About what?"

"Well, we can start about how much further you have before I start getting mad. You want to know how hard you gotta push my buttons before I do something back?"

"..."

"Or do you want to talk business?"

"...What kind of business?"

"That's better."

Margaret released her grip on both the bull and his phone, and he pulled away almost as soon as she did. As she held her hand up from the bar, the phone slowly bubbled up from her depths, appearing in the palm of her hand a second later. The bull grimaced as she held it out, nodding at the screen.

"Password is 1154."

"What am I looking for?"

"There's a cash-app. I'm selling what's in it at half-price."

"What's the catch?"

"It's villain money."

He hissed, but there was no immediate rejection. That was a good start. Glancing out of the corner of her eye, she made sure none of the other customers at the bar were paying attention. So far, so good.

"I'm selling at a loss because I don't want them to know what I'm spending, or where I'm spending it. So, I'm giving it to you, provided you can give me half the amount on the phone."

"How much?"

"2k on the phone. I want 1."

"...Not a good thing to get involved with the V. G., not good at all. What's in it for me?"

"Besides a thousand in profit?"

"That'll cover the damage if they get mad when they come after it. What's in it for me?"

"What do you want?"

"Besides you gone?"

"Look." Margaret leaned in, resting her head on her fist, her somewhat bulbous muzzle collapsing slightly as she did. "I'm trying to be nice. I really am. But after getting shot at, nearly irradiated, and generally fucked over by the system today, I'm in a really bad mood. So, tell me. What's on your wishlist, so I can still pull a good-will delivery before I start getting really, really angry?"

The bull hesitated, but he didn't tell her to leave again. Instead, he looked around the room, his eyes flicking from customer to customer. She didn't bother looking with him. Instead, she kept her eyes right on him, and on his hands. Long as they stayed over the bar, she was good. Any sort of hidden alarm was going to be bad for her, so she needed to know if or when he was going to hit that button.

He finally sighed. Leaning in, he nodded just over her shoulder.

"There's a moose in a booth two back from the stages. See him?"

Margaret tensed up a little, slowly rolling one of her eyes out of alignment. The bull gagged, covering his mouth as she reached up with one hand, tugging on the edge of her eyelid, dragging it off to the side and around her head. Eventually, she was able to point it behind her, and she let her eyeball slide along the same path. It was disorienting and immediately gave her a migraine beyond the standard level, but she was able to make out a pair of antlers.

After closing the eye aimed at the bull, she could see easier, and it didn't hurt as much. He wasn't bad looking, that moose. Broad across the shoulders, wearing a shirt just a bit too tight for his muscles, had that look of a college student that knew that he looked good but didn't realize that he wasn't quite in the top tier. She looked him over, watched how he put his legs up, showing off his package to anyone that walked by while being an utter douche about it.

She closed her eye, bringing it back to the standard position. The bull was definitely green in the face after that.

"What about him?" she asked.

"I've been trying to get him to sign on as a performer. Make him do that, and we've got a deal."

"You want me to make him sign a contract?"

"And deliver. Ain't any good if he's going to sign and then march out like he didn't."

"Right."

That meant messing with his head rather than just puppeting him. She'd gotten some basic experience with that, but that didn't mean jackshit if he was any kind of sober or able to resist. Rubbing her forehead, she looked over her shoulder again. He was probably looking for any kind of girl that would give him a good time, long as she wasn't overweight. Problem for her, but...not necessarily for long.

"Alright. You got a deal."

"What? You serious?"

"Yes. Just...give me a minute."

She was going to need to take a few extra steps with this one. Starting with her stomach, unfortunately; hippos were big in the middle, and she was no exception. She knew that this was the kind of guy that would immediately say 'no fat chicks' so she needed to ensure that he didn't even get the chance.

As she shoved her stomach in, the extra mass had to go somewhere, and the easy channels were right to her breasts and her ass. The latter billowed out over the edge of the chair, while the latter all but exploded forward. If she'd been wearing a shirt, it would have been ripped apart right at that moment.

Despite knowing what she could do, the bull still stared at her, his mouth hanging open as she carefully pulled several lines of latex out from her fingers, pulling them into long strings before wrapping them around her middle and pulling tight. It was essentially a corset, forcing her body into a different shape for the moment.

"How...you..."

"Don't ask. And don't interrupt."

Of course, with all those curves, she needed something to keep them from getting out of hand. She redistributed some of her mass down from her ass to her legs, thickening the thighs so that it wasn't completely out of proportion. Her chest? Well, that was going to be a bit harder. She diverted some of it to having bigger nipples - some guys liked that - while the rest went into imitating a sort of top for them, a tight, barely there thing that wrapped around her chest and didn't even cover the bottom of her breasts, draping slightly just under her nipples.

She stood up, feeling her center of gravity shift from how big those were. Margaret thumped her hands against the bar to keep from spilling over, shaking her head.

"How do I look?" she muttered.

"...Big."

"Big sexy, or big fat?"

"Sexy," the bull squeaked.

"Good."

"How...I should just..."

"You couldn't afford me."

That was the truth, too. If she was going to go that far, there was no way in hell that a thousand a night would be sufficient. She was damn sexy, and she had all those abilities. Latex creation, shapeshifting, different forms and different clothes at the blink of an eye: all of those things would be gold at the right club. If she didn't have a need to hide from the public eye at the moment, that would have been a good way for her to make a living.

As it stood, it would be good enough to get her what she needed. She tapped her heels together, projecting a pair of spikes from them, and turned on them. Her bigger hips meant that she swayed more than usual as she crossed the club floor, but heads turned, eyes widened, and everyone knew that she was the boss bitch in that moment.

By the time she reached the moose's booth, he not only had a hard-on, but he had that cocky grin of every college jock that knew he'd already scored. She was honestly surprised that he didn't shove his hand between her legs the minute she stopped in front of him.

"Hey, babe," he said, grinning as he looked her up and down. "You got some good taste, coming in here like that."

"Heh, naked?"

"Already in fetish-wear. Shit, that's fucking hot."

As dumb as he looks, she thought. If I'd known that, I'd have tried this from a distance.

Still, better to do it in a way she was sure would work. She offered her hand, and he took it. He wowed over her smooth skin, holding it like he was touching a glove, or the end of a full-fledged body-suit.

"Damn. You wearing that everywhere?"

"It's hot, but it works for me," she lied.

"Bitch, you're some kinda freaky. No wonder you came for the hottest dude in the room."

"Well, I know quality. Buy me a drink? And yourself?"

"Heh, you got it. Bartender!"

Margaret chuckled as she settled into the booth. Already, the whole thing was coming together. She had every reason to believe that he was going to be an easy target, though she imagined that she'd have to drink a fair bit to keep up with him. Thankfully, she could cheat, even if her 'hollow' leg would be very angry with her tomorrow.

#

Who would have thought that you'd get whiskey dick...of all the things, you would just have to get whiskey dick...

The one thing that she was looking forward to, having the moose under her so that she could at least finish venting the frustrations that the dolphin had aired, required her to put out even more effort. She wasn't going to put that musky thing in her mouth without some serious effort at making it cleaner, so she did the next best thing. With the drunk-ass moose rolling his head around, panting and shivering from her touch, she snuck a bit of her latex around his cock.

It was easy enough to do. All that was required was holding her hands near his dick, and the latex leaped out. It formed ropes of itself, then bars, stretching out in a series of three rings that ran from the base to the tip. Once he was fully hard - which took some serious tightening around the shaft - she sheathed the head in another dome of black latex, ensuring that he wouldn't be smearing his cock along her inner walls.

Then, and only then, did she straddle him, bringing his dick between her legs. She grinned, gripping it just under the dome she'd put around the head, squeezing enough to make him feel it.

"You like that, huh?"

"Oh, fuck yeah...you feel so...good..."

He wasn't a bad size, either. As a stripper, he'd be someone that was in the top ranks. She imagined that he would be big enough to hold the eyes of even the elephant ladies when they came in. She chuckled. It was a pity that she had to put this much effort out.

Still, at least it was keeping him distracted.

As she straddled him properly, pressing her pussy down against him and getting another groan for her trouble, she spread her latex out from her legs. It spread across the couch cushions in the back room, turning them from purple to black, and she kept extending it. She had every reason to believe that there was a camera on the walls, so she kept pushing it out, and out, and out...

The moose was so drunk that he never noticed as the walls went from purple and red to a pure black, leaving them in a cube of latex. She smiled as she pressed her hands to his shoulders, resting as she loomed over him.

"You ready?"

"Oh, fuck yeah. Put that rubber pussy to work, babe."

He was eager, she'd give him that much. That said, he was definitely dumb, drunk, or both, because he still hadn't noticed that she was made of latex. She chuckled, allowing her latex to spread from her hands to his head, slowly coating his neck, creating little lines of black that ran around the sides of his muzzle, and over his ears.

This was the difficult part. She needed to establish a connection between her and him, and she needed to ensure that this didn't leave him jerking around. One bad twitch and he could end up brain-dead. She wanted to make sure that didn't happen, for her sake, and his.

As she kept him distracted by grinding his cock between her thighs, almost allowing the head into her more than once, she created a bondage hood that would fit perfectly tightly to his face. The latex was just a hairs-breadth from his face, just over his skin, well away from where his eyes could see. Two tendrils hovered over either ear on the sides of his face, ready to invade and connect the pair of them.

And he had no idea.

Good thing, too; I look like a nightmare.

She kept a smile on her face, the long hours of training and more at GenEnji barely keeping her from showing her distaste for this on her face. One good push, and then this would be over. One good -

"Come on, babe, let me in."

He grabbed her by the hips and pulled her down. The hippo's hesitation nearly caused her undoing right then and there.

The stiff prick that had popped in was...pleasant, all things considered, but it wasn't what she'd been looking for. She hissed under her breath, feeling the way that it was already getting her worked up, and she shook her head.

"W-whoa...baby...that's big..."

"Yeah, bet you weren't ready for that kinda stretch, huh? Come on, ride me."

She went along with it, rolling her hips up and down, fucking herself on his cock. This hadn't really been the plan, but it was better than nothing, and at least for now, it would do to keep him from looking at what she was doing. She had to rearrange herself, settle herself, but that meant multi-tasking.

I hate doing this...

The hippo had to devote herself to focusing on the tendrils more than her riding skills, and she had to fake it by making more latex that bounced her up and down, pushing her with her powers rather than with her legs. She had to do this right, and she'd only have one chance at it before he started freaking out.

Step one. Ensure that he's still.

She'd done that. The room was covered in latex, so was the couch. Everything was all one thing, so anything that she pulled into the latex now would be attached to the room as a whole. He'd need to throw himself against the weight of the whole room to get free, and he didn't feel like a super.

Step two. Reach to but not past the blood-brain barrier.

There were ways through the ear canals to get to that point. Past that, she needed to release some of the chemicals that she'd been given by GenEnji to take it further. Very carefully, too; any direct exposure could fry the neurons, anything from too far back would not have enough effect. It had to be just...right...

With the moose groaning from her rubbery sex pressed against him, she finally struck. Tightened the mask, shoved the tendrils in, and -

"MMMPH!"

He tried to scream under her, but there was nothing that he could do. She had silenced him, paralyzed him, bound him. She waited for a moment, looking into his eyes. When they didn't roll back in agony, or start bleeding, she knew that she hadn't gone too far. Breathing a sigh of relief, she slowly pulled herself off his cock, shaking her head.

"Okay mister...time to start educating you here..."

This would have been better if he had a little more eagerness, or hadn't gotten drunk so fast. Then she could have done this another way. But now that he was completely out of it, his head rolled back and his mouth trying to loll open in the latex hood she'd created, she had to do it the hard way.

Well, at least I don't have to fuck myself on him...

That had been something else she'd been forced to do for GenEnji to get this done, in the past. This time, though, with him being this drunk, this out of it, this helpless, and this stupid, she should be able to make it work.

Keeping her hands on either side of his head, she slowly walked behind him. His cock continued to throb as she felt around inside her for the chemical compounds that she'd used before. Not much of them left, perhaps three doses. Two, after this.

She pumped it down her arms, feeling the little tubes forming in her body as the chemical reached her much-stretched fingertips. They bulged slightly, the moose groaning into the gag, but then he went limp. The only thing holding him up were her bindings.

"That's it..."

The chemicals wouldn't take long to take effect. They suppressed the part of the brain that asked questions, that got suspicious, that wasn't keen on taking orders, and it opened up the part that activated when one followed orders. It bypassed thought and opened instinct, and provided that she did this right, it allowed someone like her to put commands in the other person's mind.

As the moose slowly sagged down, she didn't bother leaning forward. Her fingers, her body, was already in his ears. All she had to do was let the sound rumble down. Was it as effective as headphones, something that could pump the sound in? Not in terms of clarity, but that was why this took so long. She had to make sure that the words tumbled all the way down to the subconscious.

And so, as she stood there, she opened little rips in her fingers as the words echoed down from her voicebox all the way through her torso, her arms, and then to the ends of her digits. Slowly, she whispered what he needed to become, what he wanted now, and what he would need to do to get it...

The moose signed the contract with a grin, throwing it across the counter and making his way to the stripper poles that had been vacated. He was still naked, the black ooze on his body fading away and coming back to her. As Margaret's stomach finally bounced back out, released with a pull at her spine, the bull shook his head.

"What...what did you do?"

"Well, that confirms you weren't watching..."

"I tried, but..."

"Trust me. Better that you don't know."

And better that someone else hadn't gotten a front-row seat to the fact that she had utterly embarrassed herself. The fact that she had allowed the subject to actually thrust into her like that when she had been so in control was humiliating. That never should have happened, and more to the point, it shouldn't have thrown her off her game.

I can't let that happen again. I made a stupid decision going to the heroes, and I made almost as stupid a decision hesitating worrying about him. Next time, just fucking trust yourself and do it.

Shaking her head, she sat down at the bar. She held out her hand without looking, and the bartender slapped something into her palm. Something papery, too, which meant that he was at least trying to follow through. She brought it around, counting the bills. It was a thousand, plus a hundred.

"Heh. Did you miscount?"

"I'll be honest, that's protection money."

"To keep me away?"

"To keep you here."

She blinked, slowly turning on her stool. The bull rubbed the back of his head.

"Look. Whatever the fuck you are, whatever the fuck you're doing? It's none of my business. But you got the V. G. paying you, and you got the Union looking for you. You need a place to lie low, right?"

Margaret arched an eyebrow at the developing offer, not saying yes, and not saying no. The bull floundered, grumbling under his breath.

"Look. I'm giving you an offer. You stay here, and I'll pay you by the day. Make sure that you got some extra money for a while. The Union comes knocking, you hide. The V. G. sneaks in, you help point 'em out. And if anyone else causes trouble, you do something. Because if you could do what you just did..."

"You're scared of me."

"Yeah."

"But the right way, this time."

"There's a right way to be scared?!"

"Yeah. When it makes you make smart decisions."

It wasn't a bad idea, either. The bar and club was a place that she could enjoy herself, the money would be good if she had to get up and run - not that she had any plans for that just yet, but it was good to have options - and it was a place that had plenty of hidey-holes. She'd already found three of them, and she had every belief that there were more. All she needed to do was take a day to search the whole place, top to bottom.

There was, of course, the chance that the bull was trying to keep her in one place to get a reward for handing her in. The risk of her turning him over for what he'd asked her to do was pretty low. Not necessarily because of her loyalty, but more for the fact that he could say that he didn't know that she'd done any particular villainy, and they both knew that.

Still, she knew his opinion of supers. He didn't like them, and he didn't want them here. Which meant that he had her here as a deterrent for them, since he had learned a little tolerance for her as an individual. She could play on that. Hell, she could probably rely on that after the mix of fear and appreciation she'd developed.

"Mr..."

"Huh?"

"You have a name, I assume?"

"Oh. Wesley."

"Well, Mr. Wesley, you have your Lady in Black."

"Huh?"

"...I'm going to assume that reference came out as stupid as it sounded and never say it again." She shook her head. "You have a deal."

"And I don't even feel like I made it with the devil."

"Well, the devil and I have something in common," she said, drawing the cash into her palm. "As long as we get what we want, you get what you want."

"...Was that supposed to make me feel better?"

"No. It was supposed to be a reminder that you better keep giving me what you promise if you don't want to lose my help."

"Trust me. I don't want to lose that."

"Good. Now...I'm going to take a look around. Anything that I should know about before I go exploring?"

"Nothing special. Security cameras in every room, each corner, and one in the middle of the ceiling."

That was a pretty standard set of locations, though not usually to that degree. She arched an eyebrow, but didn't ask. If Wesley had that many cameras in each room, then either he was paranoid - a trait that she rather appreciated at that moment - or he had gone through something pretty messy in the past and he was trying to keep it from happening again. Given his distaste for supers, she had a pretty good idea that it was the latter.

With all that said, it was time to see what she could find. She pushed herself to her feet, enjoying the return of her normal center of gravity, and set off. She was almost around the bar when she paused, looking over her shoulder.

"That horse that danced for me last time."

"Yeah? What about him?"

"Tell me when he comes in for work."

"...Why?"

"I want him to know what happened when I tried to be a good guy."

"...Please don't break him."

"Oh, don't worry. I don't plan to break the cutie."

She shook her head. No, she just wanted to yell at him for a bit. If it hadn't been for him being an idealist, then she would have tried a different plan and not gone to the Union headquarters after all. She would have tried solo-ing something, or even seen if there was a way out of the city. Instead, she had the whole Union spewing propaganda about her, and the old job probably doing the same since it was a way to completely discredit her in the eyes of any other potential employer.

She had always known that it was a race to the bottom if you didn't get accepted into the Union, but she had never realized that it was set up this badly. Shaking her head, the hippo turned towards the kitchen. If nothing else, she could see if there were some snacks that would not leave her completely fucked in the guts when morning came around. Latex or not, there were still some things that reacted really badly with her.

Shame, too. She really missed jalapenos.

The End

Summary: Margaret takes charge of a situation and gets some cash, though not in the way that she expected.

Tags: M/F, moose, hippo, bull, mind control, latex, supers, supervillain, body alteration, transformation, redistribution, tentacles, bondage, tentacles in ears, series, nudity, vaginal, surprise sex, drunk,