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He was falling, no, sliding out of control on a waterslide in the dark. Twists and curves leapt up without warning, tossing his body from side to side. One of these turns was going to break his neck. A sweat broke out all over his body. Odd, wasn't terror sweat normally cold? Steam roiled from the water around him as the slide took a steep dive. He shook with the speed of his descent. Just as he was about to hit the water his screams of terror into the darkness became screams of ecstasy into the morning light.

His body was acting out Eva's frantic moaning and contorting trying to get the best angle at-

Her hands were nowhere near his cock actually. Well rather near, she was rubbing furiously at a spot right below his sack that seemed to have grown very sensitive during the night. Kevin was, for a moment, free of sexual impulse, but could hardly remain so with the rather aggressive pantomime that Eva was putting him through.

There was that strange, very obvious sensitivity between his legs, but he didn't seem to be getting nearly the pleasure that Eva did. At every contraction, he felt a dull echo of sorts, mirroring her motions. A small touch of pleasure that seemed to jump to him through his nipples and his cock, the parts where they were closest.

He thought of resistance briefly but the feeling of his cock rising from his sheath could not be ignored. He heaved and thrust, bringing his member to full attention in no time. Soon Kevin was actively involved in Eva's efforts, howling right along with her. He felt his claws catch on a new fold in the latex between his legs. Eva managed to squeak out a few words just as he was putting it all together.

"It came back in the night." She gasped. "I was just dreaming about how much I missed it and- mmmmh..."

Kevin traced up and down her slit with the delicate tips of her puffy fingers. She still formed a seal over his skin, but there was no mistaking the structure that had arisen there overnight. It even contracted weakly around his probing claw as a bit of fluid dribbled out- in rather. Kevin could feel every tiny drop pressing against his skin as Eva's sex began to drip the fluids of her heat. The feeling of her precum soaking into his skin set his cock to dribbling a bit too.

Somehow she sensed that he was close and collared his knot again with the strange force she wielded. Kevin couldn't say that it was entirely unexpected, but he was swept away by climax just the same. He was stunned by the volume of fluid that smeared his foxsuit, inside and out. He murred deeply as the fluids trickled to their various destinations. The warm tingling melted sensuously into the afterglow.

Kevin's breath finally returned after a few quiet moments. He could think of no tactful way to break the ice, so he just started right in.

"Okay... awkward question time I suppose..."

"I'll save you some time. I'm not sure what happened either."

"Oh how many things we have in common."

"I just- I wanted to show you how much I cared for you but I didn't know how and then all of a sudden, I just did. It was like a voice was telling me just what to do; just what would make you feel the most pleasure, just what was the best way to get even closer..."

The wetness between his legs let Kevin know that his lover was drifting off in entirely the wrong direction. He tried desperately to pull her back on topic. He at least wanted to know what was going to happen before his bones were liquefied or whatever gruesome fate awaited him.

"I kind of felt like that too. Like I got a nudge or a prompt just when I needed it. What do you think it means?"

"I told you that I'm a bit short on answers..."

"So what do we do now?"

"Well usually when we're up to our armpits in weirdness we have a nice meal and talk it all out."

"I suppose it's happened often enough to become a tradition. And it's a damn-sight better than lying on the floor all day in a befuddled daze trying to keep my eyes from crossing. Let's do it."

Once off the floor, Kevin found that his legs propelled him not downstairs towards the kitchen, but across the room towards the closet. He was reminded of exactly who was at the wheel and what her typical diet was. Unfortunately he was not reminded of her eating habits quickly enough to stop the latex undershirt from completely blocking his throat just a moment later.

He coughed and sputtered and heaved his arms to remove the choking black mass from his mouth. A desperate lurch brought it back up. A momentary tussle ensued as Eva tried to remain upright while Kevin's body insisted on falling to the floor. Weight won out and Kevin was soon recovering his breath through a face-full of carpet. He felt his head gingerly lifted to clear his airways.

"Sorry, sorry!" Came his puppeteered voice, sounding more and more like Eva's by the day. "I forgot that your jaw doesn't stretch and you need air and, and-"

"Yes, yes it's a science of details. Just, don't panic I'll be all right."

He considered the crumpled shirt still in his fist.

"Okay honey, pay close attention here. I'm going to introduce you to a little thing called chewing."

"Sounds exciting."

"Not the word I'd use, but it'll get the job done."

Kevin took a corner of the shirt gingerly back into his mouth. Neither of them were entirely certain what they were doing, but you don't succeed without trying. Kevin bit down experimentally at the squishy material, finding that a thick coat of liquid latex slime had formed inside his mouth in the interim. The corner easily parted from the bulk of the shirt. It chewed awkwardly, as one might expect if he bothered to consider the novelties of such a situation. Yet it went down remarkably smooth.

Kevin took a few more careful nibbles. He was about to ask Eva if she'd gotten the hang of it before he found himself taking a whopping bite and chowing down like there was no tomorrow. Apparently she saw fit to take some initiative. Kevin could hardly argue. He had just realized how famished he was as well, and logic be damned, this hit the spot.

There was a buzzing sound coming from nearby as Eva finished deftly liking off her fingers. Kevin let her handle that part entirely. She was unquestionably the one with the affinity for tongue work. He recognized the sound of his cell phone's vibrate as he got closer. He fished the phone out of his pants and was instantly reminded of yesterday's engagement when he saw the number. He thought that he'd best start off smooth, considering who was on the other end.

"Yes?" Came his best casual greeting.

"Good morning Mr. Kahler. I do hope I'm not interrupting anything," came Lady Denna's surreally studious tone.

"Oh, certainly not just... finishing up breakfast."

"We missed you last night, but you likely would've been disappointed anyway. We've run into some trouble working with the sample you gave us."

His ears perked up, in more ways than one.

"Trouble?"

"Nothing serious. A few technical snags in the notoriously temperamental R and D process from what I understand. Can't get much more than obscure jargon and frustrated mutterings in response to a question or two. I failed Orgo in college you know, so I don't catch more than a word out of a dozen. All I've gathered is that we're quite stymied in trying to replicate this."

"Well, it is a very... original creation." His free hand stroked his chest with an air of pride.

"Of that we're sure. If you wouldn't mind explaining a few more things about it, I'd love to have you come down and take a look at our work."

Kevin uneasily considered the implications of the work that was going on at his favorite vendor. Before he could form a proper opinion he found an answer making its way to the airwaves. Apparently Eva could still sound quite like him if she so chose.

"And I'd love to take that look. I'll see you in a minute."

"Wonderful. I look forward to collaborating."

"Indeed." Kevin quickly shut the phone. "Making decisions by committee now are we?"

Eva's smooth, lilting voice now rolled effortlessly from his throat.

"Oh come on, you know it'll be fun."

He didn't like this plan much. Organic Chemistry wasn't really his specialty either. The fact that he would need such expertise raised even more disturbing implications. Eva was right though. EEE had cornered the market on this particular brand of fun, and what else did he have to do today? Clever scheduling had gotten him most Fridays off, including this one. It was about time he used one to have a little fun.

He retrieved his strewn clothes saying:

"I'll suit up if you will, love."

It wasn't long before the pair, sporting their best human disguise, heard the clanging bell of the door to Evan's Erotica Emporium. Lady Denna's customary greeting came, as always in a tone that would sound inviting to those who did not know her.

"Welcome back, sweetness. Glad to see that you could cut a little sliver of your busy schedule out for us."

"Well, when you promise the world, don't be surprised if your fans show up. If only to see if you can deliver."

"Whether or not we can deliver is not a discussion for me to have," she stated simply. "He's in the back room. Head on in, he's been expecting you most impatiently."

"...he?"

"Evan of course! Did you think that it was just a name on the sign?"

"Evan. Of course..."

Kevin had forgotten the shop's rather eccentric proprietor. Not a hard thing to do honestly. He had met the man only a handful of times in all his visits. A friendly greeting, asking if he could help with anything, a reminder that he's happy to take suggestions and the like were common, but not much else came out of him. He seemed personable enough though.

Kevin had never been to the back room before. He doubted that any customers had. The generic looking 'Employees Only' sign wasn't too forceful, but the whip that Lady Denna never kept too far from her person certainly was. He was expecting some sort of S+M themed dungeon considering who was standing behind the counter out front, but what he found was more a storeroom-turned-workshop-turned jury-rigged laboratory.

He had seen a number of popular items advertized as 'Evan's Originals,' meaning that they were developed by and for Triple-E. He had no idea how close to home that process was until now. The debris of a prodigious genius in his field was strewn about the room.

The back room was much less sinister than Kevin had expected it to appear. No windows as was prudent, but well lit. The tables and shelves were filled with all manner of bright colored, shiny baubles, instruments, moulds, boxes, packages, chemicals and all sorts of things that Kevin could only guess at the purpose of. It looked as though a particularly depraved Willy Wonka had given a college chemistry lab a makeover.

He found himself breathing very deeply. A number of interesting scents were suddenly brought to his attention. The fresh, powdery latex of newly minted toys, sickly sweet artificial scents for flavors and dyes of every sort, that unmistakable tang of a strong adhesive, a gas flame's oppressive air, and one that it took some time to nail down. Rubbery of course, but there was much detail to it.

It would seem that Kevin had become something of a connoisseur of such scents in recent times. Evidenced a little bit by how he picked the scent apart in great detail and a lot by how it made him salivate. It was like Eva's special smell, but more pure and very aggressive. It stung a little if he breathed too deeply. Its potent nature fit with the industrial setting. It gave him an impression like that he gained from a brand new latex shirt. Fresh and new, but lifeless, somehow empty and wanting.

Kevin glanced about for the source of the mystery smell, noting that the room was even more distinctly functional and scientific in the far corner, where a curt greeting came from.

"Kevin! I was worried I'd lose my mind before you came to my aid."

"It appears I'm much too late in that respect."

"Oh, we all must be a bit insane at times my friend. 'Tis the spark of life you know!"

Kevin surveyed the tables and workbenches as he approached. It was clear both that Evan had a very questionable definition of 'a bit insane' and that his work had not been going particularly well. Spatters of various sticky, stringy and semisolid mixtures dotted the tables of beakers, vials and other such equipment. It all looked quite fresh, as if the disarray were new and not part of the room's general climate of chaos.

A large pot of thick goo was simmering gently over a Bunsen burner. The source of that odd, pervading smell it appeared. Its color was that of bland, boring old latex, the same hue that you'd get if you melted down a handful of rubber gloves. And of course, Kevin had no way of proving that wasn't what the enterprising chemist had done. At the moment, the genius at work was busying himself at a microscope, prodding a sample with a cotton swab. His lab-coat was a bit shabby and ruffled; likely he'd gotten it used from the university. He appeared to be wearing it over a set of pajamas. Did... did he live here?

The sample under the microscope was one Kevin easily recognized. The characteristic emerald green was still obvious, even though the small strip didn't appear to have held up particularly well under the rigors of the scientific method. Without waiting for further pleasantries, Evan seemed to just jump right into a discussion of whatever was in his head at the time.

"I've been testing its resistance to solvents, to try to learn more about the structure and arrangement of the specific polymers involved and I'm honestly not certain what to make of the results." He held up the long wooden swab he was using. "This is ordinary Vaseline. Nearly all latex and natural rubbers are vulnerable to it as is just about anything that comes from a petroleum distillate, a good reason to always use water-based lubricants by the way, but this sample is not only impervious, it appears to be incorporating the solvent itself!"

Kevin knew a good deal if those words, but he failed to grasp exactly what Evan meant, or why this was so exciting. His blank expression must've tipped his friend off to the need for a demonstration.

"Here, watch as I apply some."

The magnification was not set particularly high, so Kevin could clearly see the streak of petroleum jelly on the surface as he peered expectantly through the eyepiece. The streak gave no sign of reaction at first, but soon it was flecked with green. The tint spread rapidly until there was a stripe of darker green where the paste once was. The texture and grain of the latex seemed to shift to match the new material.

"You see? Instead of breaking apart the intermolecular cohesion that forms the polymer matrix, the sample formed a substrate that the solvent adhered to. Just by contact, covalent bonds formed and the new material was incorporated into the existing sample's structure!"

"And what does that mean in a practical sense?" Kevin was forced to ask.

"I don't know!"

This was going to take while...

"It's a fascinating and unprecedented property, one of many that I've summarily failed to replicate in my efforts."

"Your... efforts?"

"That," he indicated the gently roiling contents of the pot on the nearby table, "is the culmination of my work thus far. Even that much wasn't easy. I had to special order a number of very obscure petroleum by-products in order to assemble a full list of what's in this small sample."

Kevin was about to say something as he watched the mixture, but was interrupted by further discourse from his colleague.

"Disappointed? You should be. I've never seen a more useless and unresponsive compound. I mean I could get a lot of such mixtures by combining randomly arranged polymers in random proportions and boiling the life out of them, which is essentially what I had to do in order to replicate the final proportions of the components that I found in the sample.

There are entire fields of study devoted to figuring out what permutations of what size molecules will produce useful properties, and I like to consider myself an expert at a number of them. This stuff though, there's no significance to the amounts used that I can discern. Nothing happens when the mixture congeals. No cohesion, no spontaneous or induced polymerization, no carbon-hydrogen chain-formation, nothing. I end up with an inert, chalky block that won't even function as an eraser. I know, I tried it out on a few of my many mistakes."

Kevin noted a nearby piece of paper with a large gray smear running through it. A crumbly block of boring-looking plastic sat next to it.

"I can't get it to work! Not one single property of this thing can be reproduced by my synthotron. Not even the color! I could get the right palate perhaps, but not the way that it does it. There are no pigments in the sample at all, that's part of what makes it so smooth and resilient, I think... Anyway, the molecules are shaped in such a way that only a certain frequency of light can pass through them. Anything else is refracted around at random angles by adjacent molecules until it's dissipated as heat. Its entire amino peptide structure was modified at the molecular level to change what color it is! Who does that?"

Equal parts excitement and frustration were evident in everything the frazzled chemist said. He had clearly been working very hard at this. Kevin could only nod politely through the long rants and try to wring some useful information out of the cloud of confusion that had gathered in his own head.

"The... synthotron?" He asked.

"My new machine for mixing up custom body paints. It can also do injection molding and a few other things if you ask it nicely."

Kevin was surprised that he hadn't noticed the hulking machine behind Evan earlier. He supposed that it fit well with the room's motif. Hoses, tanks, pumps, a touch-screen display, all held together with a sleek frame finished in a sinister matte black. He wasn't sure if it looked like something you would hook a comatose patient up to or if you could press a button and a freshly minted Terminator cyborg would pop out of it.

"Real fine piece of tech," Evan continued. "It ought to be for what I paid for it. To its credit, it has performed quite well when I've asked anything of it. Normal body paint in whatever color or specifications works just fine. It produces a thick liquid that congeals quickly and forms a delightful second skin. I've always thought it's from that moment that the real magic begins."

His eyes appeared momentarily distant before he returned to his pressing conundrum.

"But more to the point, I can't even get to step one! The machine can precisely match the type and amount of ingredients present in the sample, but it just can't make the matrix come together. The fluid is workable, I can maintain it in colloidal suspension for awhile, but it just won't congeal like a properly mixed batch. The polymers don't match in shape or charge. They just idly float by one another until they run out of energy and stick in some random spot of no chemical or physical significance.

That's the most frustrating part. It's precisely that randomness that seems to make the finished product so versatile, but it completely hamstrings the production process. I haven't the faintest concept of how that's done. The protein bases contain artificial amino acids but there's no sign of solid phase peptide synthesis. The process that constructed this matrix would have to use some kind of non-fluid-based polymerization mechanism using an organic catalyst. Chemically impossible as far as anyone knows, but it's the only way for an enigma such as this to exist! You've got to tell me what you know about this material before I pull all my hair out."

Well now he was in trouble. Evan had already explained much more than Kevin knew, and likely that was only a short summary of his fastidious research. All he knew was that there was something impossibly and inexplicably amazing about that little strip of green plastic. Something he didn't think that he'd ever fully understand. A nice sentiment, but it still left him with no answer for his increasingly desperate friend.

"I... I'm sorry. I don't know a fraction of what you do. I just... know a good buy when I see it."

"That you do..." a much more dejected nutty professor replied."Whoever made this has got my number. We're sunk if they go to mass-market. I can't abide by a failure like this. I've got to know how someone pulled off this magnum opus."

Kevin suddenly found his shirt around his armpits, a light, but very forward touch tracing about his abdomen.

"I don't know what Lady Denna was talking about," Evan mused as he examined the smooth latex coating around Kevin's chest. "Your brushwork is unparalleled. This is a masterpiece."

Kevin could sense an excited shiver in his second skin at the contact. It became very clear to him that he was the only one who found this situation the least bit awkward.

"I've had practice." He said, faking a casual tone as best he could.

"Quite a bit it would appear. Not a seam or swirl on here that I can find. A bit of wrinkling at certain stretch points, joints and such, but that's to be expected."His hand roamed further up Kevin's chest as he continued his appraisal."It's this kind of thing that keeps me going, you know. This sleek perfection, the very essence of-"

Kevin cleared his throat authoritatively, snapping the wrung out researcher from his revelry.

"Ah, y-yes forgive me. It seems the lack of sleep has made me forget my manners I'm terribly sorry. Come to think of it I've forgotten a number of things. You don't happen to have anything to eat do you?"

Kevin shook his head.

"Hmph, no matter. I have work to do, depressing though it may be..."

"Maybe you should take a break." Kevin found himself saying.

"Very kind of you to think of little old me. Not going to solve my problem in itself, but still a very good idea. Hopefully this amino peptide shotgun-wedding will seem more plausible with a fresh look."

He shuffled a bit stiffly away from his workbench to have a seat in a nearby armchair. A closer look told Kevin that it was not upholstered with leather, but instead glossy latex. His immediate thought was 'why isn't that for sale?' but he dismissed the notion.

"Feel free to look through my notes and see if you can figure anything out. I'm just going to rest my eyes for a moment."

Kevin didn't know what good looking over notes would do. He doubted that he'd understand them even if they were written legibly. As it was they were a collection of disorganized scribblings with various entries crossed out or written over. Casualties of the trial and error method. Though as he approached the table, he got a rather blunt suggestion as to a course of action.

His hand reached out and bumped the microscope. He tried to pick it up, wondering what Eva was trying to tell him, but his wrist jerked back. Finally taking the hint, he deftly pulled the abused little green strip that used to be his mate's finger from the glass slide it was on. He found himself walking around the workbench to the simmering pot of failed sludge that Evan had pontificated over for the last hour or so. His arm extended and deftly dipped the strip into the bubbling fluid.

Kevin wasn't sure if it was the aggressive hissing, or the smoke, or the unusual smell that roused Evan, but he was soon at his side, peering into the now torrid surface of the mixture.

"What are you doing?! You'll-"

His eyes widened as the boiling slurry began to turn a dazzling shade of emerald green.

"-instantly figure out what I've been doing wrong!"

Overcome with excitement, Evan dug two fingers into the pot and ran over to his microscope with his new sample. Always a man of practical concerns, Kevin was forced to ask the question.

"Isn't that, you know... extremely hot?"

"Details, details." He hastily muttered as he smeared the slurry onto another slide before dunking his hand into a nearby plastic tub of water. A relieved sigh let Kevin know that it probably was rather hot...

Evan managed to drag the microscope over to him and fumble the slide in one-handed. The bin of water fell to the floor as he gave a cry of triumph upon looking through the eyepiece.

"Eureka! Blood from a stone at last!" He returned his eye to the microscope to make sure that he wasn't just seeing things. "This is amazing. The fully polymerized sample worked like a crystal seed. The unterminated ends of the matrix clusters ionize in a fluid suspension, forming a positively-charged functional group. The sludge contains all manner of activated amino peptides, which adopt the opposite charge because of how the finished matrix sheds ions in solution. The fully formed functional groups are simultaneously neutralized and coupled to the incoming activated amino acid. The missing links in the peptide chain formed bonding points for the free proteins to latch onto and let the heat serve as the activation energy for spontaneous endothermic synthesis! Not only is that why the mix was cool enough to counter-necessitate a skin graft, that's why its new arrangement approximates that of the solidified composite! I mean, the implications of the protein reformation alone could-"

"Evan, you had me at 'this is amazing.'"

It wasn't long before the synthotron was whirring and buzzing menacingly as it churned out more rubbery sludge to be transmuted into Evan's latest line of sensual body paint. He kept rambling on and on about its unique and fantastic properties. Kevin, already thoroughly familiar with those interesting features, saw fit to pay him no mind as the now thoroughly keyed up inventor excitedly went over each little nuance as he discovered them. All the while he was taking notes, both for posterity and for the teaser blurb on the product label.

"I've got about fifteen minutes worth of finishing touches to throw together and I can send you home with the inaugural batch. Why don't you go out front and tell Denna the good news?"

"Sure, just be careful will you? You don't look in any condition to be operating heavy machinery."

Evan gave a tired sigh. "Yes, I suppose the thrill of discovery is no match for a good night's rest. There's no two ways about it though. You're going home with some of this... this-"

"Polyisoevaprene?"

"Hmmm... sounds technical enough to put on a patent. Though I'll think of a trade name on my own, thank you. Speaking of which, someone already developed and produced this, you think that they already filed for trademarks? I could be in some real trouble if I try to release this."

"Well... you know..." Kevin stammered, unable to piece together a suitable explanation fast enough. As he struggled to come up with the right words, he found them coming out of his mouth quite of their own accord. "When I told my friend about your interest, he laughed. Said that he'd like to see someone try to re-create his great work. Sounded more like a challenge than an invitation, but I believe that it implies consent."

"And quite the challenge it was. He certainly knew what he was talking about. If not for your help, I likely would've never figured this out. Did he purposefully make this stuff as hard to synthesize as he possibly could? I still don't know how he would've done it without a polymer seed the way we did."

"And if you never do, then he really came out the winner, didn't he?"

"Quite... all right I have to ask, who made this? I've been wracking my brain and for the life of me-"

"Oh, terribly sorry hon, but that's one secret that I won't reveal. Proprietary information, I'm sure you'd understand." Kevin did his best to suppress the flirtatious grin that was making its way to his face.

"Fair enough. Thanks for your help."

"Anytime. Feel free to call on me again in the unlikely event that this exact thing should happen a second time."

Kevin worked his jaw uneasily as he tried to figure out a way to suppress Eva's ventriloquism on his way back to the front of the store. How she managed to do it without encasing his head stymied and worried him. He made a mental note to explain that calling men 'hon' was not quite appropriate when she was impersonating him.

Lady Denna was still standing dutifully behind the counter, even though she looked to be in the grip of a powerful boredom from a very slow work day. At the moment she was touching up her stylish black nail polish. She looked up from her work with a customary playfully sinister smile.

"How goes the research? You two have been in the Batcave for quite some time."

"Fruitful, if not exciting."

"Talked your ear off didn't he? He's been like that for two days. Tends to get really hung up on something, but whenever he hits max obsession with an idea, it's usually a good one."

"Oh, he's definitely onto something here."

"I should hope so. I'd hate to think that he wasted three hours of your time and God knows how much of his own."

"Hmph, and here I thought it just felt like hours."

"Stranger than fiction as they say. You want me to ring you up for that?"

Kevin looked down at the package of latex shirts that had appeared in his hand and barely had time for an exasperated mumble before the door to the back room swung open. Evan emerged proudly brandishing two bottles of thick green fluid, saying:

"Absolutely not! Our friend Kevin is going home with these and whatever else he wants for free as thanks for his invaluable assistance." He thunked his finished product onto the counter. "I've run all the quality control that I'd care to before I finally succumb to exhaustion, which should be in another twenty minutes or so. I can think of no time like the present for a beta test."

"And I'd be glad to make that contribution to the scientific process."

"Hmmm... Sometimes I forget how valuable it is to love what you do." He rubbed his latex-encased fingers briefly as he mused, seeming to snap back to reality after a moment. "Technically these are Liter bottles not quarts like you ordered, but I know that you're not one to nitpick."

"I'm also not one to look a gift horse in the mouth," Kevin replied, gathering his bounty. "Thank you."

"Much obliged. Come back again if you'd care to spark another revolution."

"Sounds more like a challenge than an offer..."

With a profound sense of accomplishment and more latex shirts than he'd ever wear, (Okay it was Eight but he still appreciated it) Kevin departed Evan's Erotica Emporium. He heaved a heavy sigh after piling his commission for his scientific brilliance onto the passenger's seat.

"So, since when am I your puppet 24/7?" He asked.

"Since... um, since I figured out that I could do that just now?" The voice was now unmistakably Eva's. Kevin had to clear his throat a few times before he could get his own to come back out.

"With great power comes great responsibility you know."

"Oh I'll try not to disappoint."

He was surprised to find that Eva didn't spring out from under his clothes and cover him while he was driving home as she did before. Something told him that they had the same idea. The only way to find out was to give voice to it.

"I think we should... I don't know what to call it, split apart? When we get home." He suggested.

"Whatever for?" a sultry feminine drawl replied.

He glanced at the laboriously procured bottles on the seat next to him. "This is a gift for you. You should be a bit more yourself when you receive it."

"That's so thoughtful! And here I didn't get you anything. No matter though. I'm known for being resourceful." Kevin was flushed with a comforting heat as her statement finished with a deep rumble. Kevin couldn't fathom how she'd forced such a sound out of him. He didn't know if lions could purr, but if they did, they would most certainly sound like that.

"Oof... that's new. How come you've never done that before?"

"Never could before. No throat you know, very inconvenient."

"Glad I could help." He was still trying to decide if he would be relieved to be himself again for awhile, or if he would miss all her little surprises. In any case, he was about to find out. They were home.

Kevin was surprised to find only a light tingling in his loins as he ascended the stairs. Eva was showing remarkable restraint considering how flirtatious she had been today. Likely she just didn't want him to drop the armload of merchandise he was carrying up the stairs. That appeared to be the case as a flurry of sensual rubbing accompanied his setting everything down upon arriving at his room.

Knowing Eva, getting all hot and bothered to take her off was likely far from necessary, but she'd accept no alternative. Kevin's hands stroked down his sides, making the most of his loosening latex coating. The separation of their nipples was a sharp and unfamiliar sensation. They really were bonded closely there. A small spurt of warm lubricant coated his sheath as Eva finally slid down his body.

Nothing made the reality of the situation more clear than seeing the green skin of his sheath attached to his otherwise normal body after his lover's form descended around his legs. He could already feel the stirrings of his new member within, preparing itself for certain... inevitabilities.

Kevin felt his skin absorb the fluid that coated it and beyond the pleasant tingle that it created, he noticed small, skittering sensations at the edges of his altered skin. It was very subtle, but it appeared to be spreading. His nipples, too were cast in a fashionable green, the latex skin somehow taking root in Eva's absence.

Kevin reminded himself that his introspection was leaving his lover on the floor in a heap. She had certainly looked better. Separating from him had apparently become very difficult of late. He stepped out of her and stretched her body out onto the floor. There were gaping holes in her breasts and between her legs where she had left skin behind, not to mention lacking a head or hands. He watched in fascination as the gaps' edges softened and began to close, missing portions regenerating as if by... well, most assuredly by magic. Soon she was whole once more. He noted that her skin was much more resilient than before. It held its shape even before he began to blow her up, and he had a much easier time of inflating her than in the past.

With the relatively small effort he had put forth, Kevin thought that there was no way she could be inflated already. He was proven wrong when her arms wrapped around him and pressed their lips even tighter. They kissed madly, both having missed the privilege when they were... together. Though Eva was filled to her satisfaction, Kevin was soon pleading for air. It was a heroic effort that separated himself from her mouth.

Having split at one point, Eva sought to have contact with her lover everywhere else. She wrapped her legs around his waist and found herself grinding against his throbbing shaft. Their purpose in separating long forgotten, she maneuvered herself onto his pole and soon gathered as much of her lover's new length into herself as she could.

Kevin grasped her hips as they both thrust with wild abandon. He was glad that her feet were off the floor. With this much enthusiasm she could really do some damage. With how she was bashing up against his knot she still might. He started to doubt that though as his length started to squeeze out precum into her waiting folds. Each thrust brought nothing but joy. Before Kevin could even stop to marvel at how quickly he was being swept away he felt his hot seed streaming up into her.

He held her tight as he came down from the peak, still grinding his knot against her entrance. He felt a warm tingle all down his shaft as his lover squirmed in his arms and threw her head back to moan in ecstasy. That same sensation radiated out from his shaft across his altered patch of skin. Was he absorbing her cum? How did that happen?

Eva thumped her feet back on the floor and gingerly slid herself off Kevin's shaft. She leaned into a kiss, not so gingerly. Kevin had to plant a foot behind him to keep himself from falling backwards. He was losing track of what he was trying to be confused about. His balance was unsteady, the muscles in his legs seemed to be shaped a bit differently.

He backed up a pace as he became more uneasy and more unsteady. She was putting a lot of force behind that kiss. She was so strong now, imposing... Was she taller than him? The bed interrupted Kevin's third step back, sending them both tumbling onto it. Eva never broke their kiss. If anything she used their position to her advantage.

She was unquestionably in the driver's seat, even when their lips parted Kevin couldn't say a word. The deft, teasing touch of her fingers along his shaft left him quite dumbstruck. She tickled the soft spot below his testicles. The electric thrill of her touch let him know that the latex had spread there in the interim. She delighted in his pleasured spasms, murring contentedly as if she could still feel them herself. Her questing claws returned to his shaft, sliding lightly along its length. Just enough to make her point.

"If you want to use this right..." she purred."Then take a little initiative. Fuck me. Fuck me like an animal."

Without further ceremony she rolled off him and got to her knees. Kevin wasn't sure how either of them could handle this right now, but as the Seabees say, 'Welcome Aboard!'

He clambered up her back, eager, but mindful of his mate's delicate nature. He kept his weight on his hands as he carefully maneuvered his shaft into place.

"Oh enough!" Came an impatient protest from beneath him. "Man up already!"

Eva flexed her elbows and knocked his arms out from underneath him. He slumped forward only a few inches, gaping in disbelief at how this air mattress on stilts was holding him aloft. Though his wide-eyed wonder, his legs seemed to receive a sudden reminder of the important business at hand. He heaved forward, burying his cock into to his resilient lover. Soon he was bashing his knot up against her entrance like he'd been doing it this way all his life.

His arms, finding themselves without a structural function to perform, wrapped around Eva's midsection, aiding in the acquisition of some much needed leverage. His hands also managed to find a pair of nipples, a discovery met with rousing approval by their owner.

Kevin made the correct assumption that their owner was Eva, but could've sworn that he felt something brush his chest too. Always one for testing a theory, he gave the perky buds in his fingers a gentle squeeze. He could feel a small, but driving pressure in his own chest as he did so. An echo of the force he applied to his lover. A day or two ago something this odd would've stopped Kevin in his tracks. Yet, seeing as such things had become strikingly commonplace of late, his only response was to thrust and squeeze even harder. Naturally enjoying the itinerant surge of pleasure that this brought to both parties.

Kevin soon faced a dilemma. It wasn't that he didn't enjoy the feeling of his knot bashing up against his lover's entrance, far from it in fact. He just knew that he had to knot her. The urge to bury his knot into her was so strong that his every failed thrust became just that much more maddening. He had to do something. He cast aside his worries and went for broke. She had asked him to man up, and if there was one thing that he could depend on her to do ever so well, it was stretch.

He raised his arms to cup her shoulders, making the most of the strength of his entire body. With a mighty lunge he pressed forward, still stymied at the breach. Instead of letting up, he continued pressing forward with everything he had. Eva's breath caught and her fevered moans suddenly ceased. She was practically paralyzed by the force she was under. Her face contorted into desperate expressions that no boring old human mug could ever pull off.

Kevin couldn't possibly describe the joy of having Eva's supple folds close around his knot. The sensation of her grip, and the sudden onrush of his climax were things he never could've prepared for. She ground her hips heavily against his as he emptied his load into her. Kevin held on tight, his flow slowly tapering off. He heaved hard to deposit the last few drops he could. He marveled at how the muscles in his arms strained to dent her flesh even in the slightest.

Kevin relaxed onto her back, allowing them both a breather. Eva didn't seem interested in catching her breath though.

"Turn around." She ordered.

"What?"

"Turn around and tie me."

"Why?"

"Because... because that's how you do it. Trust me, you're going to love this."

"'Trust me' are the two most dangerous words you've ever said."

"Hmmm, I thought that you liked a little risk."

"Never said I didn't."

Kevin reached across Eva's back and swung himself to the side by her shoulder. He had braced himself for an uncomfortable amount of torque with the tight grip that Eva had on his knot, but the motion couldn't have been smoother; on his cock at least. He soon realized that he had started his attempt without properly planning it when he almost kneed her in the ribs. Eva gave him a good natured laugh.

"Guess it's a bit more complicated if the rest of you doesn't match your junk; here."

She lifted the offending leg up over her back, showcasing a truly dazzling amount of strength and flexibility. That was soon forgotten though. Once Kevin's knees were planted squarely on the bed, his knot sunk into place. The inversion of his cock completely rearranged his innards. What once took great exertion now flowed effortlessly; and flow it did. Kevin's seed streamed out with long, slow contractions that left him practically delirious after just a few moments. Eva's screams of delight seemed distant, drowned out by the unending tide of his seed. He panted and trembled, struggling to hold himself up with his flagging arms; powerful jets still pumping away after what seemed like an eternity.

His body started to sag from exhaustion, pulling on his knot as he slid down slightly. His shaft had barely moved when Eva clamped down on it, the force snapping Kevin momentarily back to attention. He got the impression that was a fraction of the grip she could exert. She had certainly squeezed harder when she came. She just wanted to let him know that he wasn't going anywhere. Not that he really could if he wanted. He dully noted that he had finally stopped cumming. Exhaustion dragged at him from the edges of pleasure. Indomitable as always, Eva showed nothing but excitement.

"Why the slouch hon? I know that it was good for you too."

"It's hard to enjoy yourself when it feels like you're wearing a trench coat made of bricks."

She leaned forward onto her elbows, projecting a remarkably casual air given their situation.

"If you're tired now, you're gonna be in trouble."

"Why, what... what do you have planned next?" Kevin hadn't meant to sound fearful, but damned if it didn't sound like he was facing cruel and unusual torture.

"Oh, just more of the same. You're stuck with me for a little while, in a manner of speaking, and you'd best get used to it."

"H-how long-"

"Hours, sometimes. The choice is mostly on you, one specific part of you rather. A part that has made its opinion rather clear already."

Kevin considered the troublesome new addition to his shaft, still slowly throbbing with his heartbeat even though neither of them had moved for some time. He tentatively jerked his hips, finding escape a ludicrous impossibility.

"I could try to speed it up if you're really that wiped out."

"I'm not sure that's- Uhhg!"

Eva's sudden contraction hilted him again drawing up more cum and shocking Kevin back to life. It felt like she was squeezing the cum out of him with sheer force of will. He let out a dazed mumble. He wasn't even sure what he was trying to say. Kevin's wrung-out muscles relaxed the flow to a trickle as he slumped onto the bed again. He sighed in resignation.

"Aww, don't be like that. Need a pick-me-up?"

Kevin didn't even have a second or two to stumble through a few unsure words this time. She flicked her wrists around and gave her nipples a pinch. The phantom pressure on Kevin's own nipples straightened out his back and gave rise to still another flood of seed. Kevin felt that powerful emptiness in his gut again, it seemed to spread as Eva coaxed more and more out of him. Just as Kevin's strength ebbed again, Eva seemed only more invigorated.

"Oooh yeah, just like that! More, more!"

Kevin shuddered as she squeezed his pole again. This time there was no question that this was everything she had. Kevin closed his eyes tight, his vision was starting to fill with dark patches anyway. He did his best to keep up with his lover's insatiable demand. She was not above throwing him a bone though, as the wispy motions of her sinuous tail demonstrated.

Content thus far to gently glide through the air and sway with the motions of their lovemaking, Eva's supple appendage now curled about, gently rubbing the sparkling green surface of Kevin's sac and taint. Kevin cried aloud at the teasing touch. His altered flesh was incredibly sensitive and Eva seemed to know just how to get the most tremendous sensation out of the tiniest flick. With her gentle encouragement, Kevin found his unsteady body heaving anew, desperate to fulfill his lover's need.

Kevin had lost the capacity to feel terror or even slight apprehension as the probing tip of Eva's tail gently circled his rectum. He squeaked pitifully as it snuck inside. Kevin knew the taper of her tail well. It would soon be entirely too wide to fit, or so he thought. Eva's mercifully pliant length bottlenecked obligingly as inch after inch slid inside. Fortunately, stretching him out seemed not to be its purpose.

Its designs on his backside soon became clear however. Kevin's legs straightened and tensed behind him as its mission came to light. Once inside, it swelled to its former size, snaking up inside him and exerting incredible pressure on his innards. This was no pick-me-up, a gentle helping hand to coax the cum out of him, a little stimulation to set him on his way. This was an order. Tremendous, uncompromising brute force to wring the seed from his body.

Kevin's sapped and defeated muscles had only to get out of the way as still more cum was wrenched from him. He was only dimly aware of the surging pleasure in his loins and satiated murring of his mate. Eva finally hit his prostate only to be dragged to the bed by the heavy collapse of his body. Kevin wouldn't have been the least bit surprised if he had died in that moment, but he would've done so a happy man.