TG Caption ~ Latex Mistress

The last few days were particularly stressful for me. I’ve already gotten used to being a constant walking trouble, but ruining the project that we’ve been building for a few months already was the worst thing I’ve done in my life. Being mad about being fired is not an option anymore - why would I? This is my failure, I was the one who moved my hand in the wrong direction and… it paid off. 

I need to get some break, at least while I’m unemployed and have the opportunity to calm myself down just a tiny bit, though I would rather compare it to coping until I’m going to end up ruining something else and have angry gazes piercing through my soul. 

Luckily to me, I already knew what I was going to do now. You see, not so long ago they opened one small place they call a “Relaxation Heaven”. This so-called “heaven” was recommended to me by one of my now-former colleagues, right after my great failure came to fruition. As she said, I “really needed some professional treatment”. Frankly, I had zero idea what it could be aside from the short description on the business card and catchy slogan that screamed “Let’s put your nerves to rest!”. I was not swimming in money quite enough to afford an expensive therapist, but at this point, I would be down for anything that could help me to feel at least a tiny bit better. That was the state worth of being put straight into the purely white room to torture someone.

Again, I don’t know what I expected when I arrived by the address and all I saw was… A door to a small apartment. Well, everyone promotes their business differently, but I was not ready to invade someone’s private chambers for the sake of getting a comfortable talk - this seemed a bit too cheap all things considered. And so, I saw a small slit forming between the door and the wall, the former opening as a womanly figure opened before my eyes. She had curly hair that I wouldn’t exactly call ginger - it was far too orange for that.

“Oh-oh-oh!” the woman smiled, the edges of her lips straight up reaching her ears. “Did you come for some… relaxation, kitten?” the way she was talking was obviously on a more seductive side. 

This couldn’t not raise some suspicions in my head. Was I talking with a therapist or someone who just wanted to hook up? She was undeniably beautiful with these golden eyes of hers, yet the fact that she was wearing a tight leotard that squeezed her hips in a way that I could see her asscheeks through her thighs was somewhat distracting. In fact, I found myself so hypnotized by her sheer presence that I couldn’t take my eyes off her, a thick lump of saliva getting stuck in my tightened throat.

“U-Uhhh, yeah.. Could I?” I decided to give it a shot, even if I wasn’t really horny at the moment and she was planning to do something of that nature with me to “relieve my stress”.

“Of course, silly!” her voice rang with cheerful major chords. “Do you think dear Michelle would let such a cutie like you rest outside? Oh, no, no..” 

And so, I walked in, trying to be as nonchalant as possible even though I wouldn’t deny that the whole scene made me feel squeezed between the intimate walls of the room. Now there was little to no surprise about the place looking pretty normal - just a big, comfy living room with an inviting soft couch that almost devoured me with its puffy texture as I landed on it carelessly. 

Michelle turned to me, her eyebrows swinging with puzzled expression as she twirled with the edge of her orange curls around her delicate fingers.

“So, what bothers my sweetie?” she said, putting a childlike pout on her face with adorable big eyes. 

I couldn’t understand whether she was trying too hard to make me find her likable or she was simply making fun of me. Either way, I had no reason to not tell her about my feelings. So, with a lengthy sigh from my quivering lips, I started venting…

“Uhm, so, we had a very important project at my work and I screwed up.. Really badly. And now I’m fired,” once again, a sigh, even though I myself was starting to think that I sounded a bit too dramatic. 

“Mmm,” the woman’s eyebrows fell down in dissatisfaction. “Poor thing, oh no,” her tone almost felt sarcastic in a way. “Well, we are not perfect, are we?” Michelle tilted her head fragrantly. 

She was correct, at least in a way that helped me cope better. Even though her gaze was not leaving me for a second, making me feel like a helpless prey right beneath the claws and fangs of a dangerous predator, I didn’t experience any discomfort. Again, her golden eyes were captivating - like chains that kept me and my eyes in the right place. With a shaky breath, I simply nodded. 

“Ohh, adorable!” once again I felt as if she was mocking me, and she seemed to notice my nervousness too(would be stranger if she didn’t), “Ahh, I suppose you don’t really understand what is happening right now, are you?”

Frankly, I wasn’t really catching up with her question either, so she got another nod from me in response. 

“Well.. First off, I have many nicknames, but I like one in particular! They call me… Latex Mistress!~”

Finally, I could understand what all that circus of skintight leather outfits was for. 

“No, dear, I am not a therapist. Not quite,” she said while playfully drumming on her chin. “You see, I solve others’ problems in my own, very personal way. Not the one your naughty brain might think of though~.. In reality, my, ehe, ‘attire’ is nothing but an image I have to keep.” 

There we go. She opened to me with a more professional tone just for a few short-living seconds, but almost immediately switched to her fake seductress way of phrasing herself. But if she was not using her body to “relax” with someone, then what was all that intrigue and flirtatious atmosphere for? To lure me into taking her sessions overall?

“Now, now,” Michelle shook her orange curls with a frown. “I am not here to deceive you. I just need you to answer a couple questions for us to find the fitting solution for you!”

“Okay..” I muttered quietly, my skepticism rising with every passing second.  

“Good,” a satisfied smile expanded over the woman’s lips. “First off, do you feel the need to apologize for your failure?”

I hesitated. Part of me felt very guilty with a huge weight on my shoulders, but the other half did not want to admit, did not want to think that I let someone down so miserably. 

“Your look means to me much more than your words, you know?” Michelle giggled playfully, pushing her sharp fingers into my head again. “I suppose it’s a ‘yes’ on your end. Then, for the second question, do you feel the need to make up for this incident no matter what it takes?” 

“Of course,” I answered immediately, now that I had no reason to keep my guilt hidden. 

At the time, I didn’t know what it was, but something sparkled a big flame inside the woman. The smirk on her face became a bridge between her cheeks and ears, as if I just said something silly and she simply tried to hold back the growing laughter. 

“Ah-haaa, my cutie!” she finally spoke, generously pouring her words on me like they were a sugar powder. “Well, I must congratulate you! The solution has been plain in sight, at least while I’m by your side!~” 

Whatever these words meant, I was not particularly excited, but still decided to give it a shot. But even before I got any opportunity to blink or rethink my life choices, there she was - standing right before me, still keeping this cheeky grin on her face as she eyed me from the top. Not going to lie, the sight made me feel somewhat threatened. 

“Get up~,” she hummed. 

Involuntarily, my legs strengthened themselves firmly on the floor and my body automatically pulled itself up. It was confusing, as if I was not in control of my actions or even gestures anymore. Then, she placed her palm where my heart was supposedly located. Despite not knowing what it was, I could still sense the weird energy push as her hand pressed against my heart, making me freeze for a few seconds with shivers rushing all over my confused skin. 

“H-Huh!” I grunted as I realized my inability to move. 

“Shhh, no panic. You did say that you would do anything, right?” Michelle’s voice sounded reassuring, yet some part of me couldn’t help but tremble. “I’ve just got a perfect solution for you, so be a good girl and just watch my magic..” 

“B-Be what..?” I thought my ears were fooling me.

“Shhhhhh, kitten…” she hushed me again. 

At that very moment, a familiar push into my chest returned as my T-shirt started changing its color to pitch black. Not only that, but the material seemed to be shifting as well - what was a free layer of fabric was now becoming a tight, squeezing rubber-like material, reminiscent of the latex texture of Michelle’s leotard. That’s when my shirt T-shirt started breaking into tiny threads that were simply disappearing until two tight strings were left, forming golden rings on them to hold what were essentially triangle-shaped cups of something that looked like a micro bra with an additional strap in the centre that slapped between my naked pectorals. You would think that would be it, but no - my pants had undergone through the similar ministrations, turning into a pair of panties that felt too small for my growing cock while leaving some space underneath to turn the expose some of my thighs and create leather stockings, tightly squeezed by few straps. I almost forgot to mention that I completely missed the part when my liquid-like clothes swam to my arms and formed two elbow gloves, again, tightened by two leather straps that formed out of nowhere. 

“Feels warm right..?” the woman ran her lips over my neck hungrily, caressing my exposed body with her delicate hands. “Don’t you feel desired already? So sexy, so naked… So bound, like a helpless force of nature waiting to be taken..~”

Either way, she knew she was the one who took away my ability to talk, so she was simply commenting what she thought. While she moved her hands all over my entire body, I could only gulp, but surprisingly enough - there was no pressure in my throat, no small bulge under the skin of my neck. Even though the mirror was too far away, I still knew that I must have looked ridiculous. And she was in the same boat - perhaps this is why she decided to “fix” me up a bit. 

Once again, the pressure started building up in her hands, she was directing it against my temples as I started feeling how my hair started tickling my ears more and more until it touched my shoulders. That was my first remark, immediately followed by me noticing the new, red colour of my hair strands that knotted themselves into a tiny braid. Maybe it was already too late to panic or realize what was going on, but something inside me started burning. Precisely, inside my cheeks, as if they were getting thinner and a bit less rough. Tickles. My face was tickling all over and I was going insane from not being able to scratch if from sudden itching that could be described as a middle ground between being pricked by many needles and aftertaste of being hardly slapped by someone. 

“Look how cute you are, I wouldn’t expect such a beautiful face to be so sinful~..” Michelle teased me, tickling my neck and pressing the tiny remains of my Adam’s apple down, leaving my throat completely empty. “There we go, you can whimper now~..”

But the moment I wanted to flip her off - to say that I didn’t volunteer to anything like that, my chords simply tightened, forcing a wavy, dreamlike “aanhhhhhnnn~” out of my lips, slightly fuller shape and painted red shade of which I could tell right away. I had to close my eyes when my eyelashes became a bit pointy.

Now Michelle’s hands were on my chest - I suspected what was about to happen, yet still tried to hold myself. 

“E-Ehnmmhhh?! D-Don't..Not..Ahh..~”

I couldn’t. Partially because the entire exhausting growth of my huge boobs, the woman was squeezing them, making sure to put as much sensual massaging into my hardening peaks as possible. With every squeeze, they were getting bigger - it almost made me feel nauseous when she pinched my growing nipples with her long fingernails and I saw the new wide gradient of my areolae. 

“Anyhhnnn..~” 

“Does my girl like having big boobs? Does she want them to be touched?~” Michelle whispered, nibbling on my ear.

“O-Oh, nooo…” I was getting my ability to speak back, yet I couldn't deny that I was growing to the sensations.

So, with my shaking body, a stupid smile started appearing on my face. It was overwhelming and tempting, seeing these two perky mounds hanging from my chest, their impressive weight almost dragging me down. And it was driving me insane, just from the sheer feeling of someone giving my boobs so much attention. I was so lost in this breathtaking pleasure that I couldn’t properly register when Michelle extended her index fingers, pinching my waistline and triggering some weird click in the area of my abdomen that caused my waist to push inwards and my hips make up for the lack of thickness by filling with jars of fat. It all happened too fast - I could clearly feel my bigger ass swallowing the thong of my panties to accentuate the round rear that Michelle was already digging her fingers into, as if my softened skin was some sort of dough. 

“Nghhhh, mmmm~..” I moaned, even though my thighs weren’t a particularly erogenous zone, I just felt too horny. 

“Eheee, the kitten is enjoying herself, how cute~..” 

Why? Why does it feel so good? Why can’t I form a single thought that isn’t about sex and desire anymore? Is this what feminine lust feels like? With my body locked in place, my voice started breaking from every single touch. I don’t know what happened there, but when Michelle wrapped her hand around my hard cock, one single firm grip was enough for her to just squeeze all my juices out of it and make it disappear right before my eyes. It’s as if it was a fragile bottle that burst from a sudden pressure. Before I could realize it, my balls saw this as an opportunity to get slightly painfully sucked inside my groin until what was left was a hanging piece of disorganized, but already moisturized flesh.

“A-Ahnnnhhhh, my..my pussy..” I muttered automatically, the afterglow of the transformation making me completely shameless. 

“Ah-ah, not yet, sweetie~,” Michelle giggled deviously. 

What happened next almost sent me into space - the woman dug her two fingers into my newly shaped entrance, sending a strange bolt inside my groin that caused something to open inside with a few twinkling stings and the sound of something sticky getting torn off.

“OOOOBAAAAAHAHHHHHHHHH!~” the scream that seemed too unfamiliar with my new, sultry vocal chords. 

Soon enough, I realized that a small bag inside me was now my tickling womb. But that was indeed the final touch I was lacking all that time, it seems. I didn’t feel any changes mentally, at least if we don’t count my suddenly wet state that was driving me wild, I felt like a bunny in the very peak of the heat. Since I finally got back my ability to speak and move, my hands automatically moved to the edge of my new clit. And.. I couldn’t touch it. I jumped. My body jumped. And my heart nearly stopped. At least this is how I could describe it. 

“Ehehe, careful, kitten,~” Michelle whispered sensually into my ear. 

My wet folds still begged to be touched and pleased, but Michelle took a hold of the situation, luckily. With my breast in one of her hands, she used her other one to start circling with her finger around my clit - I couldn’t even really call it a touch, rather small teasing tickles with the very edge of her fingers, a feather-light sensation. It would be absolute hell to be teased like this if it wasn’t for her squeezing my right breast in a way that my nipple was almost looking deformed, disheveled. 

She probably noticed the way my body was trembling, that’s why she decided to help me out a bit by pressing her leg between my thighs and starting to rub slowly. It would be impossible to not notice the way my transparent liquid was pouring on her thigh while my own legs tried their best to not squeeze it from excitement. 

“Mh, ah.. nhyahhh…~” 

“That’s right, feel it…~” Michelle licked my neck tight enough to leave a trail of her orange lipstick. 

The new latex clothes felt too good. It’s as if they doubled every sensation I already was losing my mind about. Them becoming my second skin was technically THE way to describe it. Like a wildfire that was heating my body up to an immense degree, Michelle’s fingers rubbing her two fingers over my nipple was enough to boil something inside me. My pussy was itching, staining her bare legs. Despite all the protests my brain had at some point, now I simply didn’t care anymore, I wanted this to last - and I wanted to finish with a bang. 

Squeeze. And then… Let’s say, I let my guard down and found myself drowning in this sea of lust that I completely did not expect Michelle to resume her gentle job by putting her three fingers into my pussy while playing with my clitoris on the other side. 

“A-Ahnn~..” 

My insides clenched as she continued mercilessly assaulting my folds while her other hand was working on colouring my breast bright pink. Once again, my hips started shaking. I don’t know what prompted me to do this, but I started squeezing my free breast - even if I did it with much more precise care than Michelle. Then, my mind went into what I could only call an “ecstasy haze” - blurry eyes, empty mind, and just thousands of nerves being tickled at once, I have never felt anything like that as a man. As if my body was turned into a volcano that was about to erupt. And frankly, my white lava did not have to wait for too long. With Michelle’s hands deep inside my new vagina and my thighs drowned in sweat and girlcum, I was bound to pour the results of her hard work…

“UUGHHAHAHAHHHHHHHH!~~~” I cried out, feeling the sudden need to pass out when the unspeakable heat rushed through my veins and blood. 

“Ohh! Now that’s my girl!~” she gave me a proud nibble. 

I was still leaking, the immense amount of fluids were like a waterfall I wasn’t able to stop, but Michelle didn’t seem to care. Instead, she kept on wearing this confident, almost smug grin on her lips. 

“Tell you what, kitten,” she started. “You are an absolute beauty! I think anyone would kill to bang with such a cutie, not only men..~” Michelle bit her lip. 

These few sentences were enough to send me to what was a really weird kind of confusion - the one I didn’t really understand myself either. Was this all for?..

“Don’t worry, cutie! They won’t remember anything other than the fact that they have to grab you back into your position! No sexy girl, no hot times, just a feeling of kindness for you once the deed will be done~..” this whole ordeal made me forget that she was almost able to read my thoughts. 

“W-Wait, you really want me to?..” 

“Exactly! What kind of girl wouldn’t love to be fucked if she looked like that?!” Michelle put on a dramatic tone. 

On one hand, I was very nervous and couldn’t imagine myself indulging in anything of that sort, especially as a girl now. But the second part of my soul still had that tiny flame left, threatening to become bigger from the single thought of being touched in all the right areas. Looking in the mirror for the first time, I was basically forced to stand before the red-haired beauty with silver eyes and the revealing suit that screamed anything but polite. And deep down it made me even more excited.

“I, uhhh..” 

“Kitten, no need to worry. Once  you punish them enough and they accept you back, just come to me and I will reverse the transformation,” she booped my nose, making me blush a bit. “I am no evil witch, just helping you out a bit~..”

Well, she proved herself to be trustworthy enough, so… Why not? Why not indulge in some lust as long as it helps me make up for my incompetence? Yet it didn’t matter whether the woman was a trickster witch or an honest magic mistress. Little did I know back then that I won’t enter her room ever again. Not while this body feels so good, so perfect. So hot.