FA: ~Dead_Monsoon
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Hand-Delivered - Latex Midna TF
Themes: wish fulfillment / hypnosis / mindwipe / masturbation / herm
Word count: 2,026
Commissioned by: Latex.toys(Bsky)
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The moment the doorbell rings, Loralai’s heart skips a beat. After weeks of torturous waiting, it’s finally come! The slender blue-haired catgirl trots to the door with an awkward step. She accepts the package from the bored-looking delivery guy, and barely keeps the excitement out of her voice as she briskly thanks him, slams the door, and charges straight into her comfiest chair. She sinks into its soft surface, cradling the medium-sized box plastered with all manner of warning labels. Opening the box with her jittery fingers proves a difficult task, but eventually she manages. And there, nestled in a styrofoam frame, are 2 objects: a slim, clear glass visor, and an exceedingly bulky pair of headphones.

At long last… she pulls them out one at a time with the most ginger touch she can manage, and looks them over. The visor’s clearly quite high tech, but also bears ancient-looking engravings in its metallic surface, almost reminiscent of ancient Southern American architecture… always a lovely look! Despite her best efforts to treat it with caution, however, she notices a large web of cracks directly over the left half of the glass! She gasps, but then something occurs to her about its function… she relaxes, and smirks. Of course! This was almost certainly by design.

Then, the headphones. As per request, they were custom-made to accommodate her large feline ears; rather than mere plastic facsimiles of cat ears, this pair has fully outfitted triangular speakers that can fit right over her actual pair! On the sides, where speakers would normally go, are simply foam-encased clamps to keep the ensemble securely in place. The foam is so very soft in her hands… this is going to be a very comfortable fit indeed! The rim, in contrast, feels unexpectedly rough and hard, even more so than the sort of plastic one would expect. It seems to be made of… stone? How odd… is what any ordinary customer would think. But Loralai understands it perfectly, and finds herself growing even MORE eager.  With the inspection complete, there’s only one thing left to do. The box is gleefully tossed aside, and with stronger jitters than ever before, Loralai slowly, almost reverently, slides the visor onto her face, right over her eyes. The cracks render her left eye quite useless, but it’s not too distracting. She doesn’t have human ears to hook the visor onto, but luckily the mysterious manufacturers came prepared, providing a strap to be fastened about her scalp to keep it snugly in place. Once it’s secured, she hastily snatches the headphones, and wriggles them down into place over her ears and head. The moment it fits into place, there’s a soft click, and the two pieces seem to perfectly snap together. Just to experiment, she tries pulling the visor back off… and it doesn’t budge. She tries the headphones, and no luck there either! In that instant, she feels herself growing VERY aroused, and moans in helpless anticipation of what’s to come. There’s no turning back now!  With another ominous click, the visor lights up with blinding light, instantly commanding her attention. It then subsides into… into… Loralai sinks deeper into her chair with a wail of bliss as colors assail her eyes. Green, yellow, gray, black… a muted yet vivid palette, swirling and pulsing in a slow pattern, constantly commanding her gaze. She feels her body almost forcefully relieving itself of all tension. Her hands drift downward from their grip on the headpiece, and soon become limp by her sides. Not even 10 seconds in, she’s already fully enslaved to the whims of her new accessories.

Another click, and… the ambient sounds of her place fade into complete silence. Not a second later, that silence is supplanted by a low, droning hum pumped directly into her ears. She whimpers helplessly, even though she can’t even hear herself. Pulsing, pounding, droning, vibrating… her mind sinks rapidly and helplessly into deep trance, and intense arousal. But the fun has only just begun.

The runes along its rims pulse with alien-looking cyan light, and then… it melts and expands! Solid stone and plastic give way to thick, viscous, yet equally impenetrable goo that oozes and swells, smothering her hair, then rising further to conceal her ears. The low binaurals swell in volume the further the stuff goes, soon weighing heavily on her head with its bulk! It grows and grows, then sprouts a pair of tall rectangular… stalks? Horns? Whatever they are, they’re tall and mighty, just the way Loralai likes it! 

The stony sludge also drifts down over the sides of her head, completely concealing the headphone cushions. She’s so utterly enthralled that she doesn’t even register concern when it pours directly over her visor, plunging her entire left side in darkness. Yes… this is perfect. She’s truly going to be… just like… like… 

In an instant, the goo shifts and contorts into a rigid, intricate shape as if pressed into an invisible mold; then, it sets. She can FEEL it all but fusing to her head, as indestructible as the deepest bedrock. It feels like it… belongs somehow. Like she was always meant to wear it. No… “wear” implies it can be taken off. She was meant to bear it upon her figure for all eternity! …Hmm, that certainly wasn’t Loralai’s own thought… no, the visor fed her that one. And she’ll gladly adopt it as her own!

Now, finally, the part she’s truly been waiting for. From beneath the dark recesses of her new mask, a strange substance comes seeping down over her supple skin. Dark, oily, shiny, sticky… and very squeaky! Unable to control herself, she reaches up to feel the drops of rubber rapidly coating her forehead, eagerly basking in the smooth feeling, the robust shine, the acrid smell, the delicious squeaks… Before long, the meager droplets expand into a full-fledged stream that pours over the entire of her face, completely submerging every inch of her face while expertly keeping her remaining eye clear! She eagerly smushes and kneads her hands against her now rubber-coated cheeks, then pulls them away with some effort. Predictably enough, her fingers and palms now possess their own thick layer of black goo, pulsing and dripping down her arms as far as its mass can go!

Her mind is fully, truly surrendered to the process now. The visor implores her to sink deeper and deeper, relinquish her thoughts, leave her old self behind… and fully submit to the rubber. Submit to the pleasure. Submit to her new identity. A name she’d already uttered to herself many times in preparation for this moment.

Midna. Her name is Midna.

As if in response to her admission, the floodgates open. The helmet shudders, and torrents of black and pale blue goo surge out from below on all sides. Her neck is rapidly consumed, followed by her shoulders and eager tits. Shudders wrack her body, and her breaths become fast and frantic. The stuff oozes and pushes its way into every little crack and crevice, leaving not a single skin cell uncoated. It meets the stuff on her arms halfway, closing them up neatly. It handles her cleavage with extra care, almost seeming to caress them with its cold and tender touch as it swallows them up. It consumes her torso in a matter of seconds, and fills in her hips with extra gusto… inflating them beyond their already-respectable size into something truly voluptuous and grippable! At the same time, she feels her ears opening back up… or rather, her new ears, long, slender and sharp, taking shape on either side of the helmet! Her ability to hear her surroundings returns… yet those intense binaurals drone on, just as surely as if she were still wearing those original headphones~

As the goo settles into place, she… Midna… can feel the stuff tightening over her old skin, squeezing into place as her new skin. It’s an unbelievably intense sensation that sends her squirming and wailing with bliss… yet, it seems to go beyond just settling into place. In fact, it’s… compressing her. Subtly reshaping her body into something smaller, slimmer… of course! Her proper stature~ Her arms and torso diminish in length, and she can already feel the beginnings of it in her legs as well. A much more compact frame, perhaps less physically capable… fortunate, then, that the powers she expects to have won’t require anything of the sort!

The process has seemed truly intense up to this point… but then, the goo reaches her dripping vagina! She gasps sharply as it caresses her supple channel, then eagerly fills it up. Her moan increases sharply in pitch as the goo rushes on in, pushing her walls nice and wide… but it doesn’t stop there. Once her pussy hits full capacity, it keeps right on piling up, forming a mound right on top of it… then, before her eyes, something else forms above it. Long, thick, sturdy, and throbbing. As soon as it dawns on her what’s happening… she FEELS it. The visor scarcely needs to tell her once, let alone twice; she reaches out with both hands, and aggressively strokes her brand new length.

Unfathomable pleasure.

Midna howls and thrusts, her mind practically melting into horny sludge. Every motion produces those heavenly sounds… squeeeak, squiiiirk! Inescapable, overpowering, addicting. The latex closes in around her legs and feet, erasing the last traces of eager Loralai. Every ounce of her being swiftly becomes aligned with her new identity of Midna. Her mischievous spirit, her ancient power, Her… something else. Something is missing. Somehow, despite her arousal achieving unbelievable heights, she still can’t quite get off…

Then, she feels it. Something pooling on top of her helmet. Then, coalescing… strengthening… elongating. Yes, there it is~

With an exaggerated stretching sound, a whole new limb emerges from the permanent stone: a single flexible, powerful arm, composed of vivid orange rubber! She knows exactly how to make use of this~ Midna reluctantly lets go of her large, shuddering cock with her now-stubby black arms, leans back… then, commands her hair-arm to take over. It grips her length, perfectly sized for its giant fist, and…

The soft chair disappears beneath her. Is she in a new realm…? No, she’s simply begun to levitate without thinking. Her body sprawls limply in the air, stilled save for her savage thrusts against the arm’s deft, squeaky touch. Gods above, this is truly something else! The strokes accelerate, rapidly edging her towards finality. She grunts, moans and whines… then, strangely enough, she starts to giggle uncontrollably! Her newly formed impish face, shameless pleasure written all over it, twists into a delightfully impish grin as she heaves… and thrusts… until…

MIDNA FOREVER.

Her cock erupts with a torrent of dark-colored seed, splattering her surroundings. The visor flashes aggressively with every last message in rapid succession. Her piercing, triumphant laugh echoes through the entire house, and no doubt through several others as well. The pleasure is far beyond anything that little catgirl had ever felt before… beyond her capacity for stimulation, in fact! Her old memories dissipate, replaced with far more familiar ones of Hyrule, of her many exploits, and of… a certain companion.

As her orgasm finally dies down, Midna is overtaken by a new urge… to ride someone. In EVERY sense of the word. She needs subjects. Minions. Cute, loyal little lapdogs she can toy with and command at will. Or rather… 

Wolves, yes. That will do perfectly. Precisely like what she did with Link.

She commands the goo now coating half of the room, and it all slinks across the ground as a unit. With a flick of the wrist, it surges up into the air, trembling and squelching with anticipation. She smirks, a mischievous glint in her eye. It was a wonderful transformation, but she’s not nearly satisfied. She, along with her throbbing length, crave something more. Well, why should she have all the fun? There must be someone out there yearning for glorious, divine purpose to enrich their mundane existence… and Midna, along with her dripping cock, are eager to deliver~