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The Pleasure Chronicles: The Final Bacchic Call

Pleasure and Latex:

Pleasure found herself board even with multiple disciples screwing each other around her. For several years she and her disciples converted many into the realm of pleasure (and continued to screw them after), but it was the same acts over an over. She figured that most of the world will soon be filled with disciples, and she thought, “What happens then?”

She decided to go for a walk, and slapped on her black, floral patterned stockings with nothing else. She needed the stockings so all those around her would not start humping her perfect long legs the moment she walked by. She was the most perfect being in the world, after all. As she walked in suburbia, she could feel the combined orgasmic field of thousands of her disciples. The feeling was exhilarating, but somehow depressing. All around her were her disciples, and no one else. She knew there must still be unconverted out there, but her fears were all but realized anyway.

When she got back to the house she came from, she had the powerful disciple, Izzy, come over to pleasure her. While Izzy worshiped her feet, she asked, “Before you were converted, did you have a secret fetish?” Removing Pleasure’s foot from her mouth she replied,”Yeah, I guess, suite Pleasure. I had a thing for that skin tight latex, but I’m beyond that now.” Izzy shoved the perfect foot back into her mouth. When Pleasure’s foot came, Izzy drank it lovingly. In the footcum she received the message, “I’m going to turn you into something new.”

“This is your place right, Izzy? Show me where you keep your latex.” The disciples moaned as the two brunettes walked past them naked. Izzy brought Pleasure to her bedroom, where she opened one of her dresser drawers the was filled with latex clothing. “There it is, my only Pleasure.” Pleasure smiled as she took out some black latex socks, and said, “Lie down.” Izzy lied on her bed with her feet risen, expecting something to be done with her her feet. Pleasure put the booties on Izzy’s feet, and then gave them each a passionate foot job. She then spread her cum all over the latex clad feet. Izzy’s feet came as well, and the reaction was quick as they came. The latex merged with her skin, and essentially replaced the skin it covered. Her toes separated, and her soles regained every wrinkle. Footcum seeped out of her transformed feet.

Pleasure walked back to the dresser to look for more latex, as Izzy observed her new feet. Izzy was pleased that Pleasure revived her old fetish, while taking it to a whole new level. Pleasure found a whole latex body suite, with matching pants, gloves, and a hood. “You were kinky … Are you ready? There’s no turning back.” Izzy said,”I was ready long before I was even yours.” Izzy put the suit and gloves on, and Pleasure rubbed her cum covered feet all over the latex on Izzy’s body as they both purred. The latex and cum reacted the same way it did on her feet. The buttons and zippers that held the suit on fell away, and it soon all merged into one continuous piece of latex. After many orgasms, the majority of her body was covered with black latex skin.

Izzy, breathing heavily, felt her new shiny black latex body. She loved how her breasts felt firmer, and how her nipples felt permanently erect. She felt her flat stomach, her belly button, her back. She felt into her ass crack, and felt how deep the latex skin went. She saw and felt into her pussy, and how her new skin went deep into that as well. She slowly felt down her long legs to her feet. There was no evidence that the pants and socks were ever separate. She rubbed her foot until it came, and licked it clean. She shoved the other deep into her mouth and deep throated it. They now tasted like both feet and latex, and when it came the taste of feet overwhelmed all else.

Izzy then felt her ‘regular’ face, and said, “Lets finish it, PLEASE!” Pleasure grabbed one of the Latex hoods with slits for the eyes, nose, mouth and hair. Pleasure bunched Izzy’s raven black hair into a ponytail, and shoved it through the hood’s hole. Pleasure then rubbed her feet until they came, and then rubbed them all over Izzy’s face and head. Her black hair began to emerge from the latex until it was free, while the latex conformed to every curve of her face. When the hood finished its transformation, all of Izzy’s skin was of the black latex. Pleasure began to worship the shiny black feet and said, “You no longer need to wear the black stockings to subdue our orgasmic field …” she licked the foot from heal to toe, then continued, “You retain all your orgasmic powers, your new skin merely masks the field like the stockings,” she shove the whole foot in her mouth briefly, “I prefer bare myself, as you well know, though soft stockings aren’t all that bad. Though, you are unique, ya’ don’t taste half bad. We shall call you the Latex Queen.”