Today was not a good day for Marissa. She’d just lost a bet with her college friends, and the punishment was brutal. There was a cave outside of town that had just recently been discovered. No one had ever gone inside, yet those who had been near it said it gave off a threatening aura; none felt safe being near it, yet none could explain why. This was ignoring the fact that no one knew how the cave opened up to begin with. There was no evidence of a landslide, and though it appeared to have been formed with some sort of machinery, no construction vehicles had been scheduled to work in that area in well over a year. It was truly a foreboding and potentially dangerous place.

	And Marissa was about to enter it.

	“Welp… here I am.”

	The grey cat stood at the entrance, frozen stiff. She had something of a fear of the dark, and though she had her phone to help remedy this, the sheer darkness of that cave was already foreboding as-is. Her friends were going to stop by in an hour or two to check up on her progress, so either she did it then or put it off until later, which wouldn’t help things at all. Marissa knew she had to chin up eventually, so she figured she might as well do it now. She just needed to take a few more deep breaths… and some more… and some more…

	“…enough goofing around, Marissa. Time to prove you’re more than just some… scaredy-cat.”

	Though Marissa’s fur on the back of her neck stood up, she felt she was ready to take on the challenge and, at the very least, sit near the entrance for a little while. With a pause, she stepped forward, her paws moving from the grass to the chilled stone floor. Indeed, the inside of that cave felt very cold and sterile, like nothing had lived there in… well, forever. This did little to alleviate Marissa’s anxieties, but it didn’t make them worse, either. She proceeded as normal, slowly yet carefully, and hoped for the best as she trekked forward, opening her phone and turning on the flashlight to get a better look.

	The inside of the cave was… odd. The walls were pitch black yet seemed to glisten from the phone’s light. There was also a distinct smell in the air, not one she would associate with nature. It was like chemicals, like… rubber, maybe latex. That had to be it, this cave was absolutely soaked in rubber! But that was impossible, wasn’t it? Latex was derived mostly from trees, wasn’t it? How could so much of it be lining the walls of this cave, and… why was it all black? It wasn’t normally black in nature, right…?

	As Marissa ventured forth, she was able to understand this rubbery stuff just a bit more. Though some of it seemed solid, there was a lot that just looked gooey, almost liquified. She theorized that it was able to switch between these states, though she wasn’t exactly sure of how or why. More concerning to her were what appeared to be tendrils or tentacles growing from the walls which moved on their own. These tendrils seemed to be dripping yet more of the gooey, rubbery stuff onto the ground below, leading Marissa to believe it was reproducing asexually.

	“Living latex… that’s disturbing…”

	Marissa continued onward a few more yards, until she stumbled across something unusual. It was a massive pool of latex, all just as black as the stuff on the walls, all in a gooey, semi-liquid state. A feeling of stress washed over the feline suddenly, like a car zooming by within only a few feet of her. That intense, foreboding feeling she got when she stood in front of that cave…was this where it was coming from? She was ready to back out of there and never come back until…

	“…I… kind of want to get in there.”

	It was an odd thought, even she would have to admit. But still, something about it just seemed so… nice? One second, she was scared for her life, but the next she wanted to take a skinny dip in the rubber pool just to see what would happen. She couldn’t explain it rationally, it was just an impulse, like seeing a shiny red button and desiring so desperately to push it. It seemed dangerous, yet it was an impulse she had to act on; it felt like her life depended on this very moment, she’d never forgive herself if she didn’t give it a try. She’d gotten this far, she might as well go all out.

	Sighing, Marissa began to slip off her clothes one by one. She slid her shirt right over her head, tossing it onto the floor below. The bra came off right after, and though she struggled to get it off at first, she managed to get and toss it with her shirt, rendering her topless. Her bottoms came soon after; she slipped down her sweatpants and lifted one leg out, then the other. She was just left in her panties now, and soon enough, those came off too. Once those panties were tossed into that corner with her other clothes, Marissa only had her fur covering her skin now. It was a lot of effort to avoid staining her clothes, but what can you do? When the latex calls, you’d better answer.

	Marissa stepped forward and took a deep breath. She estimated the pool only reached to her knees, but she’d have no way of knowing unless she got in. Marissa lifted one leg and, carefully, stepped into the body of latex, taking a moment to reflect on how it felt. It was thick, obviously, but oddly comfortable, like a warm, gooey hug. Noticing how slowly she was sinking into the substance, she picked up her other leg and put it in the rubber as well. Once she was in, she continued sinking a little while until, eventually, she stopped. The goo managed to reach to her waist, but that was really it.

	“Huh… it feels nice…”

	Marissa stood still for a moment, simply enjoying the sensation of the rubber as it clung to her skin and fur. She sunk her tail into it for a few seconds before pulling it out, taking note of how it both stuck to her and dripped back into the pool below. Something about it just felt… comforting, if that makes sense. She didn’t even mind that she would probably have to wash this stuff off with some soap and water later, because for now, she didn’t feel like getting it out of her fur at all. If anything, she felt like she could just drop down and sink into it, let it coat her in its warm embrace.

	As she was thinking about this, Marissa noticed something rising from the rubber and surrounding her. It was yet more tentacles, slowly rising and squirming from the goo. A few of them began to creep over to her and feel her up. She let out a light gasp, surprised by the whole ordeal. Not only was this rubber alive, but it seemed quite fond of her body as well. Those that did not join in the feeling-up looked noticeably different; their tips, for one, seemed weirdly phallic and were overall thicker than the feeler tentacles. These ones hung around and rose above her, occasionally dripping more goo onto her upper half. This goo ran down and coated more of her fur, leaving less and less of her uncovered, but all she could focus on was how aroused the fondling made her feel.

	“Mmm~… you sure know how to make a kitty happy…”

	The goo drip continued as more tentacles rose from the mass to shower Marissa in latex. The intensity of the shower seemed to grow with each passing second, while the other tentacles continued to provide the cat with more physical comforts. Her nipples perked up as some thinner tentacles ran along them, while one tentacle raised her tail straight up. Following up on this were two of the phallic tentacles, both aimed directly for her holes. She could feel one prodding at her virgin snatch, trying to see if the circumference was perfect for entry. It seemed to have it figured out rather quick as it wasn’t long before, in one single thrust, both forced themselves inside.

	Marissa was left in an odd state. All she could feel for several seconds was those tentacles thrusting into her. She would look around her if it weren’t for the fact that she had her eyelids shut to avoid getting that latex in her eyes. She was in a bit of a daze, unable to tell reality from her slowly warping subconscious, one which seemed to be molded by the surrounding rubber. The process seemed to insert some thoughts into Marissa’s head, those which weren’t her own yet, slowly, seemed more and more like she’d come up with them on her own. It was an explanation of what the latex was, and what its goals were.

	The latex was a symbol of corruption, of societal chains snapping in favor of lustful anarchy. Concepts of mortality and morality… all irrelevant to the mass of latex, which merely sought pleasure above all else. To even call it living latex was misleading, since it was neither truly alive nor dead, but something in between. It could never truly die, and it had no need for simple things like food or water, though those things never hurt. If this latex were to spread across the world, make every living thing a part of it… would this create a perfect world? The more Marissa thought about it, the more she seemed to think so. She wanted to be a part of this, whatever it was, and she wanted to be a part of it immediately.

	Feeling like the rubber had slowed down in coating her, she opened her eyes; suddenly they glowed a bright blue, lighting up the surrounding area. Though she couldn’t see it, the outside of her body was entirely coated in the rubber now. In fact, her vision in general felt like it was through an odd, blueish lens that only seemed to heighten her other senses. Those tentacles were still thrusting into her, leaving her letting out light gasps with each thrust, even squirting some more of the rubbery goo inside of her. It was an intensely blissful sensation, and she wanted to keep it going for as long as possible. She cupped a hand around one of her breasts, hearing a faint squeaking sound as rubber rubbed against itself. It was still a normal pair of breasts all things considered, just covered in some odd stuff. Surely, she could do something special with these things, right?

	As she thought about it, a little dream of hers came true as her breasts began to fill out in her hands. Normally standard B-cups, they filled out to C’s, and after some more effort they filled out to D’s. This had to be the power of the latex: Whatever she wanted for her body, she could will it into existence. To test this theory, she attempted to make her own breasts smaller, simply by force of mind. Though she strained to focus on it, after a moment they began to slowly return to their normal size. With this, she got an idea; one she’d only seen in obscure online pornography, yet one she’d always wanted to try.

	Between her loins, Marissa could see something growing rapidly. She appeared to be growing herself a penis, something to give her pussy some company down there. Joining them was a pair of rubbery balls hanging between her legs, already hefty enough at their normal size. These genitals continued to grow and expand, thanks to the massive supply of latex she was standing in allowing her to do so. To her amazement, she felt like she could simply add more and more latex to herself and get the absolute ideal size she would need. She made her cock keep growing until, fully erect, it reached her breasts, and she could reach her head down to the tip. Marissa made a few adjustments to her breasts, namely making them bigger; now, the fun could begin proper.

	Marissa grabbed ahold of her breasts and gave them a gentle squeeze. She proceeded to squish them together, her cock right in between them, and began to titfuck herself. Marissa began to thrust a little, but it was largely her breasts doing the heavy lifting. Those feeler tentacles even joined in by helping to lift her larger breasts, bless them, while the others kept thrusting into her to double the bliss. Her body was now somewhere between solid rubber and goo, the perfect balance for maximum stimulation; this was the point where she realized she was able to control something specific as that, too.

	“Nnnff… perfect…”

	As Marissa kept bouncing her breasts, she could see hints of precum escaping the tip of her cock. However, instead of normal semen, it was yet more latex slowly running down her shaft. She drooped her head and began to lap up the rubbery stuff, noting how delectable it tasted. Figuring her breasts could use the help, she began to gently lick the tip of her cock; though it was all rubber, the sensation felt very much like she was servicing a normal dick. Still, there was something far more intense about this, something beyond normal sex that only this rubber could provide. Perhaps it was how her cock throbbed between her breasts and along her stomach, or perhaps it was being double teamed by those lovely tentacles. No, it was something else, not merely sex based: It was that sense of belonging.

	Though she was still Marissa, she felt like she was merely part of a whole, one mass of latex among many. Her goal in life was merely to indulge and spread, and she was surely going to be doing a lot of that. The latex was here to provide her with eternal happiness, she could do all she pleased with her body while she was a member of this collective. The woman was no longer a normal feline, but a being of living latex in the shape of a cat. It was this realization, not any intensifying of her paizuri or an attempted deepthroating, that drove her to orgasm.

	It came on suddenly, almost too swiftly for her to react in time. Yet once Marissa realized what was happening, she dove head-first into her cock, sucking up any black latex she could from the tip. It coated the insides of her mouth and everything else the goo from the other tentacles couldn’t reach. Everything it touched was soon converted from the inside out into pure living latex, that which could be formed and shaped to fit any of Marissa’s needs. She could swear that even her breasts started to lactate the rubbery goo, though she couldn’t be sure if she was hallucinating it or not. If she really was lactating latex, it was just another way to spread the corruption that she was willing to accept. Once it was clear her insides, and thus her entire being was fully converted, the cum flow began to slow down, and eventually came to a halt.

	Marissa stood still for a moment, legs wobbly and paws sore from standing for so long, before sitting on the edge of the pool. Having a cock this massive was fun and all, but she could stand for something a bit more manageable for the time being. As she willed it, her cock began to shrink inch by inch, both in length and circumference. The balls, too, slowly but surely reached a more reasonable size, though not quite to the point of average. Once the cock reached twelve inches in length – massive, yet not a total liability – she decided to leave it be. She could get used to having one of these permanently.

	At last, Marissa was corrupted. She was one with the latex now, a physical form it could anchor to for the sake of spreading its influence. Still, need to corrupt aside, she still very much felt like herself, just with a new goal in life. There was, of course, the matter of spreading that corruption. Marissa remembered her friends were supposed to stop by to check up on her, but she couldn’t help but wonder if that previous threatening air would scare them off. Well that wouldn’t do at all, she needed to fix that. If there was any way she could lure them here, she would already have done her job to share in the bliss.

	As if like magic, the air of the cave began to change dramatically. As Marissa demanded it became more welcoming, welcoming was what it became. If one were to stand outside the cavern entrance, one would feel compelled to step inside and do some exploration. The physical inside, however, remained unchanged. Perhaps it was simply a bit of mind control, but she was convinced the latex couldn’t do it on its own. Marissa theorized that the latex, and by extension herself, would grow more powerful and capable of feats such as this with each additional lifeform converted and corrupted. She couldn’t lie, that sort of power sounded awfully exciting, perhaps even a little arousing. And if those sounds she was hearing didn’t deceive her, she was ready to earn herself and the latex just a bit more.

	“Hey, you think she’s in here?”

	“Of course she is, Marissa ain’t the type to go back on a bet.”

	Those voices were all-too familiar to the rubbery cat. They belonged to Chet and Dustin, a pair of wolves who were close friends of hers; not to mention, they were the ones who got her to explore this cave in the first place. Oh, she had quite the thank-you gift to give those long-time friends. Wanting to test something before she got to see them again, Marissa walked over to the corner where her old clothes lied and held them up; they practically dissolved in her hands, converted into yet more liquid latex to add to the pile. Well, that would certainly make things easier. Now all she’d have to do is wait.

	Slowly, but surely, Marissa could see a pair of silhouettes approaching her. Tall in stature, tails slowly swaying behind them, it was absolutely Chet and Dustin. She figured she might as well surprise them with her new form before corrupting them, so she hid in one of the cave’s darker spots to wait. She went ahead and dimmed the light of her eyes, leaving only a slight light to fish the wolves out. Marissa could only hope her plan worked as she stood still, pretending to be an immobile statue, preparing some tentacles to greet them.

	“So, Dustin,” Chet said as he kept walking. “What do you think the deal is with this place? It’s all… gooey.”

	“Beats me…” Dustin shook his head. “I just hope Marissa’s alright. Can’t see her anywhere… maybe she’s in the back?”

	“Maybe… hey, hold on.” Chet stopped for a moment, grabbing Dustin’s arm. He pointed out a strange blue light – Marissa’s eyes – just a few feet away. “That’s weird. Should probably check that out, don’t you think?”

	“Yeah, I agree. Maybe we’ll figure out what the Hell Marissa got up to if we do.”

	The pair of wolves slowly approached Marissa, unable to make out a shape until getting close. Blue eyes aside, she practically blended into the wall considering she was made of the exact same material. Once they could see something, it was barely even recognizable as their friend. Sure, it was a female cat, but for one, she had a dick, and a big one at that, even bigger than theirs. And of course, there was that whole “made of latex” issue; Chet poked her and, sure enough, her body was in a rubbery state. Neither of them was quite sure what to make of this thing, frankly, though surely they’d have a better idea once they noticed those tentacles above them, slowly descending.

	“Cat statue made of… rubber. It’s kinda hot, I won’t lie.”

	“Chet, you’d stick your dick in a bagel if someone let you.” Dustin smacked Chet on the back of the head. “You don’t even know what kinds of diseases this thing might have.”

	Well, that was just rude. Marissa was ready to break the façade just to give Dustin a piece of her mind. Being of latex aside, she still imagined herself having the exact same dynamic with these two as before. And so, she took a deep breath, deep enough that the two of them could visibly see that she was, indeed, breathing. Then, she waited for their responses to gauge her own.

	“Woah woah woah, what the fuck? It… it breathed?” Chet stared confused at Marissa’s subtly gooey form, hand to his chin. “It’s alive?”

	Now, Marissa could tell, was her time to strike.

	“Of course I’m alive, you goof.”

	Chet and Dustin stared at her in blank confusion. This was Marissa? She was some sort of… weird sex toy thing in the back of a cave? They were about to book it out of there and leave her behind when they finally started to rationalize this. This was really Marissa, wasn’t it? She was all rubbery and a bit gooey, but she was still Marissa. These guys had to figure out exactly what the Hell happened to her.

	“Marissa? The fuck happened to you?” Chet grabbed Marissa’s hand and started shaking it, seemingly to confirm to himself that she wasn’t actually a statue. “You’re all… squeaky.”

	“Well, I decided to head on in and get that bet out of the way early. Then I found that!” Marissa used her free hand to point to that pool of rubbery goop she spent the past near-hour in. “We sort-of came to an understanding, and now I’m made of that stuff.”

	“…that’s the dumbest thing I’ve heard all day.” Dustin crossed his arms, though he couldn’t help but staring at Marissa’s clearly larger-than-previous rack. “You’re goo now? Why would you do that? Why would you let that just… happen to you?”

	“Guess I gotta explain it? Alright…” Marissa rubbed the back of her head, a clear squeaking sound being audible. “So basically, this stuff is extremely corruptive and intensely lewd. And you know what? I think that’s pretty wonderful. I can make my boobs, and this new dick, as big or small as I want them to be and so much more.” Marissa demonstrated by having her jugs slowly grow an extra size, big enough to make sure Chet was staring. “I’m sort-of a being beyond life or death now. It’s perfection, and… I just want to share it with the rest of the world.”

	“…you sure that’s not just the goo in your brain talking?”

	“One, my brain is all goo now, if I even still have internal organs.” Marissa tapped Dustin directly on the temple, her body solid enough to avoid corrupting him just yet. “Two, I don’t know, but damn it, this just feels intense, like I’ve ascended to a higher state of being. You guys wanna join in? I swear you won’t regret it.”

	There was a pause. Then, more blinking.

	“…and why would we wanna do that?” Dustin shook his head once more. “It doesn’t seem like they’re really anything in it for us.”

	“I mean… you’ll be assimilated eventually, probably. Don’t you figure you should just get it over with?” Marissa pondered that last part over. “And once enough is corrupted, we can always enjoy our normal hobbies. There’ll be plenty of others to spread the love then. No more restrictions, just everyone… being perfect together.” She then pointed to the tentacles above them, chuckling. “Well, what’ll it be? Get it out of the way, or wait for the inevitable?”

	The wolves looked up to stare at the different varieties of tentacles. The tapered feelers, the phallic thrusters… and several others Marissa simply didn’t know the functions of yet. They weren’t sure whether to be afraid, aroused or both, but… maybe there was something to this deal? There would be no need to worry about paying off student loan debts when everyone was too busy fucking each other with eternally youthful bodies that they could bend to their wills. Though Dustin was still a bit reluctant, Chet was just about ready to jump on board immediately.

	“You can count me in,” Chet asserted. “That dick’s gotta be a whole foot long. I want some of that.”

	“Chet, come on…” Dustin felt more and more like he was going crazy. “You’re going to throw your life away… for a bigger dick?”

	“…well, the tits, too. I could titfuck myself if I really wanted to. You ever get titfucked, Dustin? It’s fucking godly.”

	“I just did that, actually,” Marissa chimed in. “It really was as godly as you say, Chet. This stuff tastes like a dream, too.”

	“Holy shit.” Chet looked up at the tentacles in longing. The horny bastard was already imagining himself giving in to the corruption and living out his deepest, most depraved desires in real time. “I’m sold.”

	This left Dustin as the odd mammal out for a moment in time. There Chet was, completely willing to throw away his life just for a bigger dick, and here Dustin was trying to make sense of it all.  He wasn’t sure he wanted to go through with this yet, but if what Marissa was saying was true, he would have to eventually anyway. Plus, Lord knows Dustin wasn’t the type of guy to willingly leave his friends in the dust, even if he was about to just a few minutes ago. To be fair to him, he wasn’t even sure this was Marissa at first and not just she perverted golem, but now he was pretty certain she was both. He had a feeling, now more than ever, that there was no way he was getting out of this one unscathed, and so reserved himself to his fate.

	“…only because you two are already lost.” Dustin rolled his neck and sighed. “If society as we know it is going to be destroyed, we might as well stick together through it.”

	“Well, Dustin, glad you’re going with me.” Chet tried to reach up to grab one of the tentacles, to no avail. His short height was good for some things but reaching for tentacles was not one of them. “Hey, uh, Marissa, I think we’re ready.”

	“Mmhm? Alright, stand back. Prepare to ascend.”

	The wolves promptly backed away from Marissa, waiting for whatever was supposed to happen to, well, happen. Those tentacles from earlier began to shift and descend right above their heads, already dripping some of their latex onto them. Even the littlest bit of the stuff was enough to burn holes right through their clothes, forcing them to tear what remained off into a pile for the goo to claim later. It wasn’t long before they were left without shirts and, soon enough, without pants or even briefs. They wouldn’t be needing those anyway; they’d just get in the way of their spreading influence.

	“This feels weird…” Chet stood still for a moment, closing his eyes to avoid getting rubber in them. “Uh… do you think these weird things could like… pick me up? My paws are killing me…”

	As if to stop Chet from whining, a set of four tentacles descended and grabbed him by the ankles, two per leg. With two more grabbing his wrists, the tentacles hoisted him straight into the air, causing him to briefly yell out, before sighing and offering Marissa a thumbs-up. As one of the more phallic tentacles began to prod at his tailhole, Dustin was being prodded at by some other tentacles, including a strange one with an opening at the end. Before he could even say hello, he could only watch as it descended further, toward his crotch. A set of tentacles hoisted him up as well, and thus the fun could continue.

	Both were subjected to tentacles thrusting in and around them, drizzling them in the corruptive goop. Chet was continually thrusted into, while Dustin’s newfound companion acted as a fleshlight, with the lube being yet more rubber which leaked from the edges onto his body. This left Marissa without any attempting to feel her up, but she had other ways of finding fun for herself. She soon found herself leaning against the cavern wall, one hand cupped around a breast while the other began to jerk her off. Her pussy was soon aching for attention too, so she bent her tail toward it, allowing it to do the heavy work. Without that useless fur in the way, it was just like using a sex toy, and a very effective one at that.

	The room devolved into a chorus of moans and the squishing of rubbery fluids. Though the wolves could not see it, something was forming between their legs: Tight, latex pussies, ready for getting penetrated whenever they’d get around to it. Though no tentacles descended to take their virginity, Marissa had a feeling they’d let her fool around with them anyhow. Joining them on their chests was a set of breasts; they grew only to mere A-cups on Dustin, while Chet got to enjoy some D-cups for his troubles. If they didn’t like them, they could always adjust them later, but regardless, they were both herms now, and would likely remain that way forever.

	It wasn’t long before the both of them were covered entirely in latex now. A pair of tentacles soon dropped down and forced their way into their mouths in order to coat their insides more thoroughly. The wolves soon found themselves giving honest-to-goodness blowjobs to these things, while their feline companion watched on as she continued to stroke herself off. Each stroke, each thrust drove them closer to climax; it was clear that Marissa still had plenty more to give even after her previous session. With a body of latex, she was physically incapable of feeling fatigued, and could very well orgasm as many times in a day as she so desired. It was part of what made this body so appealing to her, and surely her friends would soon feel the same way.

	No one spoke a word for the next few minutes, for they knew the end was coming. Dustin grabbed ahold of the tentacle enveloping his cock and thrusted deep into it, allowing himself to take control for that moment. Chet, meanwhile, embraced his submissive situation and deepthroated the penile tentacle in his mouth, his tongue circling around it as his head bobbed back and forth. Marissa, meanwhile, took her free hand off her chest to assist in her masturbation, while her tail kept thrusting into her faster and faster. The intensity soon grew greater and greater, until none of them could bare to last any longer.

	All three came in unison, streams of rubber flying through the air with abandon. One could see each tentacle surging, almost pulsating as rubber ran through them and found its way in whatever orifice they were penetrating. The wolves’ eyes shot open, revealing eyes that shone a bright green on Chet and amber on Dustin. Their moans were brief but could almost be heard from outside the cave if one were to stand outside. Marissa, too, found herself shooting ropes of “cum” halfway across the room, much of it landing on her companions to add to their own latex reserves. With the wolves’ bodies complete, the tentacles allowed them to finish their orgasm, before gently lowering them to the ground in a standing position.

	Chet and Dustin stood still, nearly wobbling from how tired they were. Though their image was somewhat obscured by what remained of Marissa’s cumshot, one could still have a clear idea of what these guys looked like. Dustin, if not for his small breasts, could still be mistaken for a regular male at the right angle, with a muscular build and tall stature. Chet, however, took after Marissa far more with his own twelve-inch cock, and a pair of C-cup breasts adorning his chest, on top of hips anyone would be jealous of. They could change these forms at any time, and both planned to mess around with their bodies sometime later, but for now, they were at the very least satisfied.

	“So…” Marissa began, panting between words with a hand to her chest. “You… like… it…?”

	“Huh… I…” Chet stared at his own body, a sense of fulfillment washing over him. It felt right, being made of rubber. Though he couldn’t tell where his own thoughts began and the rubber’s thoughts ended, he still just… felt right. “…yeah, I do. Thanks, Marissa, this was a wild ride. Finally got my dream dick now, heh.”

	“Hmm…” Dustin placed a hand on his chest, gauging just how he felt about it. He was sure the rubber was fucking with his head somehow, but it was odd… he didn’t even care all that much. It made him feel safe, comfortable, even immortal. He couldn’t even imagine himself without his dick out like this anymore; this was just who he is. “Agreed. Sorry, I shouldn’t have doubted you… I don’t care if this is brainwashing, I’m simply happier this way.”

	“Mmhm! I agree. Brainwashing or not, I’m happier than I’ve ever been.”

	Marissa walked over to her friends and grabbed them each by the arm, locking them together in a chain. She was just about ready to glomp and cuddle up to them, but that could wait. Their first order of business was to get out of that cave. Unfortunately for her, those orgasms messed up her head quite a bit, and she was struggling to remember how exactly to find the exit. Then, suddenly, she had a realization…

	“…ah, hold on a minute.”

	Marissa broke out of the chain she created and scoured the cavern looking for something. She was wondering if she’d maybe… ah, yes. There it was, her phone, right next to the pool! She must have put it down when she went to take a dip and just forgotten about it. Luckily, it seemed that the rubber had no effect on this sort of technology, so she’d be able to use it without any problems. Plus, hey, she wouldn’t have to worry about getting shocked whenever she’d plug anything in anymore!

	“There it is. I should pick up a signal when we get closer to the exit. Follow me.”

	Marissa found herself leading Chet and Dustin through the tunnels, using the phone as a flashlight considering its light was a fair bit brighter than her eyes’ light. The wolves idled along behind her, slowly but surely getting used to moving around in their new bodies. They figured out how to adjust the consistency of their rubber to make themselves less squeaky, and both were ever grateful for that discovery. It wasn’t long before all three found the light of day peeking out from behind a cavern wall, and so they followed it. After only a few more minutes, they were already outside. The latex was finally free from the cavern, ready to spread its influence as it wished.

	“Welcome to the outside world, friends.” Marissa took a moment to get some stretches in. “We have a future ahead of us, one of unending sex and pure insanity. What do you say should be our first target?”

	“How ‘bout the college?” Chet raised his arms behind his head, rolling his neck. “There’s a big frat party going down tonight, by the time we walk back we’ll only need to hide out a few hours before the fun begins.”

	“And by hide out, you mean nap in our dorm?”

	“...well, yeah, Dustin, what else would I mean?” Chet scoffed at him. “I’m already starting to get horny again, I need *somewhere* to let off steam before the big event.”

	“Right…” Dustin looked down to see his own member starting to grow erect. “…damn it, I only need to think about corrupting people to get it up now. Should probably take care of this sooner than later.”

	“Don’t worry, you two, I’ll figure out how to grow a second dick and help you guys out.” Marissa patted them both on the back and faintly smirked. “Let’s just get over there, alright? You two ready for some action?”

	“As always.”

	“Right behind you.”

	Thus, the three made their way back to college, where they would prepare for their assault that evening. The latex would follow behind them, causing every bit of living matter in its path to corrupt into something dark and rubbery. This was their path in life from here on out: To spread and corrupt, then make sure others do the same. Gone were the days of simple and boring order, and in was an age of embracing sexuality, indulging in it, sharing in the lust with everyone you met. This was the dawn of corruption, and the world was not prepared for what was to come.