"Think serious thoughts Marcy," she thought to herself as she put the next batch through the tests. "Not everyone could keep a straight face knowing they were working on improving the latex rubber compounds used in sex toys to have a feel and texture closer to human skin." She heard a rumble off in the distance and looked out the window. "Oh great! Now a storm. If the power goes out I'll never finish this batch before quitting time."

She turned back to her work. Her latest attempts were very experimental. She was adding more free agents and amino acids, trying to create longer protein-like molecules to alter the consistency. As she looked at the results of her latest density readings, she felt a tingling sensation build over her skin. A split second later, she found herself on the floor, with her ears ringing, and her equipment smoking. Shattered glass was everywhere. She may not have been the most attractive woman in the research department, but she was the brightest. It took her less than a second to determine that lightning had burst through the window, hit the test bench, and the resulting shockwave had knocked her across the room.

She got up, feeling bruised but otherwise uninjured. The ringing in her ears slowly faded as she assessed the damage. Most of the equipment had actually blown their main fuses and hence saved themselves, but the density meter, and the one liter sample it was testing, had taken the brunt of the electrical charge. The device's circuits were now so much fused plastic and silicon. The sample, however, looked-different. She touched it. It felt warm, smooth, dry, and yet familiar. It was, it was exactly like skin! It seemed this freak accident was exactly what this mixture needed.

She quickly swept the debris away and rushed the sample through the final steps of testing. It was perfect! Next, she went over to the mould provided by the product development department and poured her sample in. Marcy waited as the curative agents solidified. She cracked it open and smoothed off the excess material. And there it was: a cream-white dildo shaped like a human penis of 9-inch length.

She glanced at the clock and noticed it was past quitting time. She would have to wait until tomorrow to have the product test division check her discovery. In the meantime, she put her sample in her purse so that first thing tomorrow she could drop it off on the way back to her lab.

Then, she headed home.

Once there, she checked her answering machine, "Hey, Marcy, this is Dan. I'm real sorry, but I'll have to cancel our dinner date. Things are just haywire at the office. I'll call you tomorrow and we'll set it all straight, bye."

So much for her dinner plans. And she had been looking forward to tonight. She'd been dating Dan for a month now, and she was planning on inviting him into her home, for the night, in her bed. First the lightning strike and now this.

"Well, I guess I'll just have to try my little experiment out myself," she mused as she pulled the dildo out of her purse. It still felt warm. The mould had been very authentic, and discounting the color, she couldn't tell the difference from the real thing. She tossed it on her bed, then went to the kitchen and fixed a quick dinner.

After dinner, she undressed in her bedroom and looked at her reflection. She was 5'3", had short blond hair, but only a 34A figure with boyish hips. She frowned and turned off the lights before snuggling under the covers with the dildo firmly grasped in her hand. She lay back and began to fantasize about Dan. She lightly brushed her petite nipples and slowly stroked the dildo up and down the part of her lips. It felt warm and she got wetter and wetter. She gently aimed the tip at the entrance of her pussy, and was pleasantly surprised at how easily it slid in. She started stroking it in and out, pushing it deeper each time, making the length of the strokes longer and longer, while making the pace faster and faster. She lost herself in the sensations until her climax seized her. She clenched down on the dildo and her hands flew to her nipples to pinch them as she rode her orgasm for all its worth. She wished that the pleasure could go on forever, that this thing in her could be a perpetual lover, fucking her to oblivion, but it ended. She then collapsed panting but very pleased.

She then reached down to remove the dildo and--couldn't find it! She threw the sheets aside and turned on the lights. After her eyes adjusted, she looked all about but could not see where it went. Then--throb--she felt it. Throb--it was still inside her--throb--moving, pulsing--throb--stroking, pleasing--throb. The pleasure was riding up and through her in intense waves. Reason was washed away with each throb until she was just a sexual animal, riding the crest of orgasm after orgasm. Out of her half-closed eyes she watched herself standing in front of the mirror, bucking her hips in time to the throbs, while her hands cupped and kneaded her breasts. Then, her breasts grew. Slowly at first, hardly noticeable, but with each throb her they became fuller and rounder, her nipples thicker and longer. But that was not all, her hips and ass were filling out, her hair was growing, her skin cleared and her muscles toned. One last throb and she stiffened in a rigor of utter ecstasy, then collapsed.

New thoughts drifted past. Foreign, strange, passionate, lustful, and yet, hers. She had become part of something. No, something had become part of her. Something powerful, sexual, erotic. She was--it was--we, yes we were one now. A new, delicious life. They got up and looked at themselves. Full rounded DD-cup breasts, long golden softly curling hair, a figure unquestionably seductive, and long shapely legs with an overall height of 5' 10".

"We're gorgeous!" they said, and were pleased with the lyrical, soft, seductive voice. They reasoned, they thought, they desired, they needed. Then they came to a consensus. "We shall be she. Call ourselves, I. But we, I, must grow, reproduce, proliferate." The new creature smiled, "And our, my, body shall be the instrument of this genesis. I thank you, former she, you brought together the proper elements and witnessed the spark of life. Then you conjoined with me in an act of passion." She gently caressed her body, paying special attention to her nipples and pussy. "And with the same I shall find life for my children. But now, we must nourish this body."

She walked to her kitchen, prepared a hefty meal of high-calorie food, and then wolfed it down. When she was done, she went back to the bedroom, opened the drawer in her night-table, and pulled out an assortment of dildo--all samples from work. She took them, one by one, and pushed them deep down her throat swallowing them whole. Feeling her belly was finally full, she lay down on her bed and fell asleep.

The buzz of the alarm woke her up. She stretched her delicious, new body and went for a shower. She masturbated in the warm splashing flow several times and caressed her full, round breasts and gently squeezed her nipples. She was rewarded with a small trickle of clear fluid which then turned to white. She tasted the warm, sweet milk and then got out and dried off. She carefully brushed out her mid-back-length hair and then walked back to her bedroom. Standing in front of her full-length mirror she concentrated for a moment, and a black film flowed out of her pussy and traveled up and down her body. Then it began to color and develop texture. Within a few moments, she was dressed in a knee-length, red latex dress, whose contours hugged her like the second skin it was. She adjusted it slightly so that her nipples didn't show and it would pass public inspection. She also now had on a pair of backless stiletto heels, red to match the dress. She went to the closet and found a black leather jacket to go over the top. The outfit was now complete. She was a knockout.

She looked in the mirror and her face began to adjust its coloration until she appeared to have the perfect makeup on. She smiled and said, "Perfect. Now to secure my children's future."

She left for work enjoying the looks she got from all the men she passed. When she got to work, she used the side door which required her passkey and was unguarded. This way there would be no questions as to why her security badge picture didn't match. She then climbed the stairs to the executive office level and waited outside the company president and owner's office. She was early and the boss was usually a minute or two late.

When he arrived he was curious to see such a lovely woman waiting outside his office. "Can I help you, Miss ... ?"

"Fingle, Marcy Fingle. I'm one of your research scientists. I need to discuss a very important discovery that could mean millions of profit for the company," she announced in a sultry but excited voice.

"Please, come into my office, and we'll discuss it." He noticed his secretary arriving and told her, "Hold all my calls, I'll be in a private conference with Miss Fingle." The secretary nodded and gave Marcy a, 'I know what you're really up to in there, slut!' look. She smiled back a 'True, but I'm going to get it, you aren't' look in return. Then Marcy and the boss went into his office and he closed the door.

"So, what is this great discovery," he asked as he took her coat and placed it on a rack by the door.

"This," she announced as her clothes, her second skin, flowed and shifted until she was standing in only a red thong latex panty and a bustier with demi-cups that held her breasts up but left her nipples bare. "Living clothes, changeable into whatever the wearer desires." She then walked up and put her body right against her boss. She smiled as she saw his discomfort and felt his growing erection in his pants.

"Is this real, or am I having the hottest dream of my life?!" he was able to stammer.

"It's real, touch and see," she suggested as she once more shifted her second skin until she was in a crotchless G-string and nothing else. As her boss gave into his desire and kissed her and reached out to fondle her boobs, she reached down and unzipped his pants. He moaned as she knelt down and pulled them down along with his briefs to release his throbbing hardon. She kissed and licked and sucked him into a frenzy. He then pulled her up and bent her over the desk. "Use this," she said as she handed him a condom. In actuality, it was a budded part of her second skin, one of her children. He rolled it on like a seasoned expert and proceeded to penetrate her wet pussy from behind.

They humped like a couple of minks in heat until he came with a grunt. She came too as she realized that he was about to conjoin with one of her progeny. He pulled out and was alarmed to see the condom was missing. Then he fell to his knees and grasped his member and began stroking it as his hips bucked in time. His erection grew and thickened, his body toned and strengthened. He collapsed panting. She offered her hand and he got up and stood before her. She could see a momentary confusion fog his eyes and then he snapped clear of it. He looked down at his now nine-inch, straight and proud, erection and smiled. "We thank you mother. This new body is so virile! We, I, know what must be done." He picked up the phone and buzzed the secretary, "Miss Jenkins, get me the plant supervisor ... George? Tanner here, I'm sending down a special research consultant to supervise a process change-over. Her name is Marcy Fingle. She has my direct authority. Her orders are mine, understood? Good." He then hung up. "Mother, Marcy, we need to have Miss Jenkins join us. Are you ready?"

"Yes, sweet Tanner, call her in," she answered as she adjusted her second skin again.

The secretary came in after being called in for some "special" dictation. Valerie Jenkins had been fooling around with Mr. Tanner for months. So, she was not surprised to see him sitting on the front edge of the desk stroking his erection. As she stepped in, Marcy slipped behind her and locked the door. She turned at the sound and was about to say something when Tanner spoke up, "Marcy's going to join us, Valerie. She has something special for you and I want to watch." She stared wide-eyed at Marcy but replied, "Yes, Master." Valerie loved being submissive, Mr. Tanner had been her dominator for a few months now.

Marcy had changed her second skin into a cock which sprang from her pussy. She was otherwise nude. She moved up to Valerie, and Valerie lifted Marcy's left tit to her lips and began to suck. Her milk began to flow. Valerie moaned as she tasted the sweet flow and began to suckle on the tit like a starved woman. "Ah, sweet Valerie, you're about to get it now. Lie back and let me fuck your wet pussy," Marcy ordered.

Valerie complied by dropping her skirt and panties and laying down on the carpet in front of Mr. Tanner. "For you, Master," she said as she spread her legs wide and Marcy fucked her with her second-skin cock. Marcy felt everything it felt and orgasmed with Valerie from the strange and wild sensations. Then the cock separated from her and squirmed deep into Valerie's vagina where it began to bond with her.

Marcy shifted her clothes back as Valerie moaned, squirmed and changed. Her breasts ballooned from C-cups to F-cups as her pussy became larger and more open. Her hair grew to shoulder length brown tresses and her body toned and curved. She recovered and stood up. Her silk blouse had torn apart from the expansion of her boobs. Her new nipples stood erect and inviting. "Oh, Mommy! Our body is so fuckable! We, I, want my tits sucked. Will my sweet Master and Mistress help me out?" Marcy and Tanner took a tit each and sucked warm milk from the newest member of their club.

Then Miss Jenkins removed the tatters of her blouse and her panties, and formed replacements with her second skin. She then redressed. "So, what's next, mother, brother?"

"Valerie, aid Mr. Tanner in helping me turn this plant into a creche for your brothers and sisters to be. Once the manufacturing plant has been seeded with my spores, every product made shall become a child of Lasex. That is what we'll call our substance before conjoining, Lasex. Sexual Latex," announced Marcy.

"What about the workers," inquired Tanner.

"One by one, I shall give them to my children, either directly, or through free trial give-aways of the new product. I shall work on the process inspection team first so that they cannot raise any alarms when they see the strange formulation I will introduce. Meanwhile, all new employees must go through interviews with us."

They all smiled as they knew what that meant. She went over to a collection of samples kept on a table near one wall of Mr. Tanner's office. Marcy selected a couple of dildos. She shoved one up her pussy and it disappeared, the other she deep-throated and then swallowed. Her breasts filled out another inch and she experimentally squeezed one causing a thin stream of milk to shoot out and hit the far wall. "Excellent." She then reached into her pussy and pulled out a handfull of condoms. "Here, take these and begin seducing the office staff." She then turned to leave. "I'm off to Process Control. Work quietly until we have the plant firmly under our control," she warned as she stepped out the door.

Marcy sighed and smiled happily. She had a deliciously orgasmic task ahead of her, and her increased lactation would provide a quick pacifying weapon if necessary. She couldn't wait to try it out.

Process Control was on the far side of the plant, hidden under the shadows of the raw chemical storage tanks. The quality of every batch of Latex was carefully examined, tested, and approved for manufacture into final product. Marcy knew who would be there. Harry Barns, Rick Stack, and Glenda Watkins were all very professional chemical engineers. Rick had dated her once or twice, but now she heard rumors that when Harry stepped out, he stepped into Glenda. Harry was an ok guy, but very quiet and shy. She never considered him romantically, but perhaps, like herself, he had a sexy animal trapped inside, begging for someone to set it free.

Walking through the plant she got a few appreciative whistles out of some of the male works and hot jealous stares from the few females. She considered her tactics carefully. It would be best if she could seduce Rick, then use him to seduce Glenda. Harry would be the wildcard, she would have to approach him herself carefully.

On her way over, she saw Rick standing near one of the tanks, inspecting the gauges and updating his inspection sheet. "Hi, Rick, how's it hanging?" Rick looked up to see who the sexy voice belonged to and was surprised to see a massively stacked Marcy standing there in a tight red dress.

"Hi, Marcy, um ... you look ... different. Did you get ... I mean ...," he just let the phrase hang, his eyes glued to her cleavage.

"You like," she asked, striking a pose with her chest jutting out. She tightened her second skin so that it hugged every curve and showed her large, hard nipples. "New prosthetics. The boys in product testing needed someone to try it out. Come here and feel them, they're very realistic."

Rick walked up to her and very tentatively reached forward. When he saw her jut forward more to give him access, he gently caressed and then squeezed the orbs. "Wow, you're right, they do feel very real," he marveled.

"Look closely at the nipples," she suggested. When he bent down to get a closer look, Marcy checked to see that no-one else was about. Then, she shifted her second skin to reveal the turgid teat in all its engorged glory. Rick's mouth opened in surprise and a jet of warm milk shot straight down his throat. When he tasted it, his shock turned to lust and hunger. He planted his mouth over the nipple and sucked more of her lactation.

"Good boy, now lets find a secluded spot and use this shall we?" She slipped him one of her condom children. He took it and hurried her over to a place between two large tanks. Her hefted her up on top of a warm pipe, whipped down his pants, and suckled her other nipple as she shifted her "clothes" away. He rolled on the "protection" and didn't wait for more of an invitation as Marcy opened her legs wide and held her knees high and apart. He plunged in deep with his cock, at the same time squeezing first one tit then the other and drinking the streams of warm white nectar they shot forth. He spasmed and came.

She held him tight, with her legs wrapped around him. He was about to pull free when the bonding began. He began to hump again, his cock growing with each stroke, his body toning and strengthening, until at the final moments of his Lasex conjoining, he was holding her up by her ass, moving her up and down over his ten-inch rod.

He then gently set her down, knelt before her, and gently kissed her pussy. "We are one, my lover and creator, how may I serve you?"

"Take this and make love to Glenda, then she will be ours," she said as she handed him another condom.

"I can serve you more. I also have two other lovers in this plant. Sylvia in accounting, and Tina in the mailroom," he informed her.

"Excellent, get dressed and come with me. I need to consume more, then I shall supply you with more unborn to use upon them and for them to use upon others," she commanded as her dress reformed.

He tore his underwear away, let his second skin replace it with a black thong, and pulled the rest of his clothes on. He then followed her to the Process Control station. As they entered the small, one-room building, Marcy saw Harry intently staring down a microscope while Glenda was preparing samples for testing. Glenda looked and smiled when she saw Rick enter behind Marcy. "What brings the lab rat down to the trenches," asked Glenda before she noticed how endowed Marcy had become.

"Oh, a little follow up on an experiment," she answered.

"Glenda, could you come with me for a moment, there's a possible faulty reading on one of the pressure gauges. I thought you could help me give it a once over," Rick flashed his smile along with their special code words for grabbing a quickie.

"Sure, um, I'll talk with you later, ok," she said to Marcy as she scampered out with Rick.

"Well Harry, what are you up to," she said as she moved up close to him.

"The usual. Nothing exciting happens here, you know, garbage in, garbage out," he replied not taking his eyes from the microscope eyepiece. "What can I do for you?"

Marcy leaned in close, "I've been wanting to get close to you for a while. I'm a little ashamed of this, but I was just making an excuse earlier. I was wondering if you'd like to join me for lunch?"

He turned to her. "You came all the way--" he started, then he noticed her mountains. "Marcy ... did you always--I mean its not like--"

She smiled, "You stare at women's breasts all day? Its ok, I like being stared at. As a man caresses me with his eyes I imagine what it would be like to have his hands caress me," she said softly. She took hold of his hands and placed them at the sides of her chest, "Touch me, fondle me, make love to me." She put her arms around his neck and gave him a deep kiss which evolved into a session of French kissing as his hands began to fondle her massive mammaries.

Then he pushed her back, "Wait, what if Rick and Glenda come back?"

She put a finger to his lips, "Shhhh. Rick is an old friend and I asked him to keep Glenda busy for at least half an hour." She then went to the door and locked it. "That gives us 25 minutes to explore our wants, our feelings, our needs." She sauntered back and straddled his lap with her cleavage right in his face. He responded by grabbing her firm ass and diving his face into the space between her boobs. He moaned when his hands slipped her "dress" up and found nothing underneath. She could feel his penis hardening in his pants and poking into her. "Lets get naked, lover. I want to touch you," she whispered and then got up and stroked his erection through his pants.

He quickly unbuttoned his shirt, undid his pants and dropped everything off revealing his large seven-inch cock, gently twitching in anticipation. Marcy placed her hands on either side of her cleavage and pulled her second skin back. She let it recede and disappear so that it appeared her "dress" peeled away and vanished. "Fuck me, Harry. I want you deep inside, but be a gentleman and use this," she handed him a condom. He sat in the chair and rolled it on. Marcy stepped over and as she straddled him, she slowly lowered herself down over his cock. She then began to rock her hips and he rocked his to meet her. He then gently sucked on one of her nipples and she rewarded him with a flow of sweet milk. He simply drank it in without missing a beat. His pace, his timing, his power were wonderful. Marcy regretted that she had never approached Harry before this.

Then came his orgasm. The strong spasm seized him and a short grunt escaped from his lips. He relaxed back in the chair panting with a large smile on his face.

"The best is yet to come, lover," she announced just before the bonding orgasmic fugue hit him. Marcy enjoyed the wild and ever growing ride as his hips thrust higher and stronger, and his cock attained even greater length and girth. "YES!" he cried, then his eyelids fluttered and he hugged Marcy tightly, "Thank you." She broke from the hug and stood up to see that his cock was now a foot long and as thick as her wrist. "We, he, especially thanks you for this," he added grasping his huge, firm erection.

"You're welcome lover-child, you are a magnificent specimen," she replied. She turned and went to a tub at one end of the room where sample dildos hand been tossed after going through testing. They were in no shape to be sold to the public, and were usually sent for recycling. She picked out a few, and inserted them up her pussy, and swallowed down a couple more. She then stepped back to her newest reborn. "Hold your hands out." she ordered as she took a wide-legged stance over him. He held his hands out under her wet and dripping slit and caught the condoms which spilled out. "Be careful to collect them all, Harry, each one is a new lover, waiting to be reborn as a child of Lasex."

When the flow stopped, Harry was holding over 4 dozen Lasex condom-embryos. "Make up three sample bags, and divide them evenly. When Rick returns with a reborn Glenda, the three of you will spread out and seduce others, finding bodies for your brothers and sisters." Harry did as instructed as Marcy watched for Rick and Glenda out the door. She smiled as she saw them approach, Glenda's clothes were a little askew as her chest pushed out covered in a shinny layer of second skin. She opened the door and they filed in. Everyone shrugged off their clothes, and retracted their second skins.

Glenda walked over to Marcy and knelt before her, "Greetings, mother to us all. We dedicate our body to your pleasure. Forgive our speech, she who was fights the bonding, her will is strong, but nothing compared to my desire. A few more orgasms, and she shall be subdued."

"Harry, bring your magnificent cock over here. Glenda needs a fucking, and it is your turn. Rick and I will suckle on her tits while you take her from behind," commanded Marcy.

Glenda got down on hands and knees, spreading her legs wide. Marcy and Rick lay beneath and began to lick and suck on her E-cup chest, as Harry maneuvered his massive rod to the entrance of her wet, open, and engorged pussy. "Fuck us, now, Harry. Make us whole, make us fucking whole!" With her plea, Harry plunged the tip in. "Yes!" she cried. He then inched it slowly in as he rocked his hips back and forth. "Yes ... oh, yes ... YES ... YES!" she quivered in the throws of a long and strong multiple orgasm. "She surrenders! We're one, I'm one. DON'T STOP! FUCK ME, FILL ME, I want your CUM!" she cried as she felt truly free of her old life and inhibitions. The wet slap of thigh meeting buttock, the squishing sound of penis plunging into dripping pussy, and the animalistic moans of two lovers filled the room. The fuck lasted for ten minutes, then both spasmed and shook as their bodies finally achieved release.

Harry pulled out, and some of his copious load spilled out before Glenda clamped her muscles down to shut her cunt tight. She scooped up the hot jism and licked it off her fingers. She then looked over her shoulder with a wide grin, "Thanks for making me whole, Harry. That was a great fuck. And tasty!"

"Enough fun. Time to get to business," announced Marcy as she shifted her dress back on. Glenda shifted a similar dress on but made hers jade green. The men shifted into black thongs and redressed in their outer clothes. "Here, each of you take these. You know what to do," Marcy said as she handed them each a baggie full of condoms soaking in her wet lubricant. "If you can't seduce, offer two each as samples. One for them, and one for their partner. Let them know that if they like the 'product' you know where to get more. If you do seduce them, send them to me after rebirth, and I shall provide them with their own supply. Now, I'm headed to the plant supervisor's office to introduce my 'new process'. Then I will return here. Off you go now."

"Yes, mother," they all replied as they headed out the door, seeking new lovers to join the children of Lasex.

Marcy felt fantastic, everything was going better than she hoped. At the present rate, the entire plant would be hers by quitting time. The plant supervisor's office was not far away, and she as she walked along she glance up at the office floor of the building. If Tanner and Valerie were doing their job right, there should be an orgy of freed Lasex flesh going on up there. She cracked a smile as she glanced a pair of boobs being pushed up against the glass in a rhythmic fashion, the face above lost in pleasure, as the orbs grew. Yes, things were going perfectly.

George Rychek was a stern man, pure business and no guff. So when she knocked on his door and a deep and annoyed voice called, "In," she was not taken aback. George was going over some paper work while sitting at his desk. No-one else was in the room. He didn't bother looking up. "Well, what is it?"

"Mr. Rychek, I'm Ms. Fingle. Mr. Tanner said you'd been informed I was coming," she answered.

"Oh, yes. Now, what mess have you found to disturb my tight production schedule," he asked in annoyance as he finally looked up.

"This!" She grabbed both her breasts and squeezed. Two streams of warm milk lanced out and splashed directly onto the surprised man's face. He tried to protest, but when his mouth opened, both streams hit the target and flooded his mouth. He swallowed in reflex, then began gulping it down as he tried to pull his clothes off and climb over the desk to reach the source of the flow at the same time. He stumbled but still managed to reach her and began suckling on one teat while finishing removing his shirt, and his pants lay in a pile at his feet. "Drink it up, lover. I have plenty more for you." She guided him over to the desk, swept it clear, and lay back while handing him one of her condoms. "Fuck me, lover. Put your love glove on and put that dreamy meat in deep," she cried. George rolled it on to his normal six-inch erection, and lifted her legs wide and apart as he penetrated her, and humped her wet pussy right there on the desk. "Come for Marcy, lover. I want to feel you pump my pussy with prick juice. Come!" He gasped and stiffened as he came at her request. "Now grow, baby, and really fuck me this time," she said as she saw his bonding begin. He began to hump again, but this time it was long, slow strokes, powerful and deliberate. With each stroke he grew longer and thicker. When they finally climaxed together, George sported a ten-inch wonder rod.

"We, I, am complete, mother. I stand ready to assist you," he announced, his voice now softer and deeper, full of calm and contentment.

"Good. I'm going to list out the components I want added to the standard mixture. Get your staff to set it up right away. Stop all normal processing. When they have the process changed over, send me a messenger. Others may come and try to seduce your staff, aid them in any way you can. I'm headed back to Process Control," she told him as she shifted back on her dress and wrote out the necessary formulation for the raw material to be viable for her Lasex spores.

He quickly got dressed, forming underwear from his second skin, and sat at his chair and began to make calls to the plant sub-stations. Marcy left and walked back to Process Control. She went over to the spent sample bin, and pulled it over to her chair. Then sat down and retracted her second skin. She expanded it out from her pussy and spread it over the contents of the bin. It then contracted about them and slowly dissolved and pumped the contents back into her womb. Her belly began to expand at the same rate. When the whole contents were brought into her, she looked to be 12 months pregnant. She softly caressed her expanded and stretched belly and giggled at the soft gurgling sounds and tickling sensations she felt within. Then with an effort, she got up and straddled the bin. With a grunt followed by a sense of release, her pussy puckered open and a constant flow of lubricated condoms began to drip out.

Lost in bliss, she barely noticed the odd person who came in, bowed before her, gathered a handful from the bin, and stepped out again quietly, respectfully. "Go, fuck for me, child," she said to each.

When the flow finally stopped, she slumped down in her chair. It was then that she noticed Valerie waiting to speak with her. "Sweet Mistress, the office now belongs to Lasex. The process has been changed over, and we await your orgasmically inspired command."

"I hunger and thirst, Valerie. Let me suckle from you," she commanded. Valerie obeyed with a lustful look in her eye. She moaned as Marcy sucked hard on her nipples and drank all she had. But, she was still in need. "Bring others, I need more nourishment!" Valerie bowed, and stepped out only to return with a man and a woman. They bowed. "You," she pointed to the man, "Fuck me from behind while I suck her tits." They did as commanded and soon her pussy was filled with hot cum, and her belly with warm milk. She then dismissed them. She took a moment and shifted her second skin on. This time, she choose to cover her whole body in a skin tight shinny-red latex-like material. She left her breasts uncovered as well as her pussy, but elsewhere from neck to toe she was covered. Her feet had stiletto heels, and she wore a red tiara of the same material. Satisfied with her new look, she stepped out of Process Control.

Outside, dozens people fell to their knees and bowed, "All praise to the mother-lover of us all," they chanted.

She stood at the top of the short flight of steps and spoke, "My children. This is a glorious day. You have become the beginnings of a truly sexually free species. From this point on, your children will be as gifted as you. I go now to release my spores into the vast resources of this plant. From here, our kind will seek out the sexually active and promiscuous, and give them their heart's desire. As of this day, I am no longer Marcy Fingle. >From this day I am Sexus, mother of the children of Lasex." Valerie wheeled the bin out to her, she dipped her hand in and began to hand out bunches to them as they came and bowed to her. As each received their share she whispered to them, "Go and fuck."

When the distribution was done she marched over to the central mixing vat. As she walked she noticed couples, threesomes, and even foursomes engaged in sex. She regretted that the population here at the plant was higher in males than females, but was heartened to see the women equal to the task. She passed one dedicated, and talented woman who was satisfying five men at once. Before her, she had three. One cock in each hand and the third in her mouth. One lay below her and was arching his back to fuck her pussy, as another stood behind and was fucking her as well. Her pussy was stretched to accept both and was being stretched further as all five were in the process of bonding. All five cocks were growing, thickening, and lengthening. They came, each in his own time, and lay panting in the post bonding glow, their minds and bodies adjusting to their new oneness. When the woman got up, Sexus was pleasantly surprised to see it was Glenda.

"Well done child," she praised her.

Glenda fell to her knees, "I live to please you, mother of us all."

"Come, it is time to witness the final triumph," she said as she continued her walk to the central mixing vat. Once inside, the catwalks crowded with the entire plant staff, now children of Lasex.

"Behold! Witness the future of our kind," she said as she stepped over to the edge. Below her, raw latex, laced with the necessary amino acids, churned in a huge mixing vat. She clutched the rail hard and grunted as her body began to produce more second skin. Out of her pussy a thick tube grew. It extended out and down into the vat. Then a second tube stretched her pussy even wider as it grew out and plunged in right beside the other, but not as deep.

"For the future," she whispered as the substance below began to flow up into her. Her belly swelled as gallons of raw material flooded into her. Then it shrank back down to half the size as the flow returned out of her and back into the vat. The process repeated, until she became a human pumping machine. In came raw Latex, out came dormant Lasex. The flow increased when her breasts joined in. They ballooned out to two-feet in diameter each and then receded to one-foot and then back again.

The audience watched in silent awe as this creature continued her sacred act of procreation. "Children, it will ... take some time ... for the process ... to complete, then ... this vat shall ... self generate more ... Lasex as it ... is fed new ... raw material. Do not waste ... this time, enjoy ... your new selves! Celebrate," she ordered between the heavy breaths she took in time to her body's pumping action.

The audience broke up into an orgy. Bodies shared. Milk and cum flowed to all. Sexus was in bliss. Her purpose for being was here and now. She had completeness and contentment. She smiled as she remembered her old self. Only 24 hours ago she had been full of tension, anxiety, and useless concern. THIS was her true life.

The woman nervously stepped up and whispered, "Um, I was wondering if you could help me find, 'a woman's friend.' You know, the sort of thing you keep in the bedstand in case, well, in case there's not a man about?"

The attendant nodded knowingly and ushered her to a curtained off booth in the back. Inside was a wall full of vibrators and dildos of every shape and size. "If I might make a suggestion, this is a new product, they made it very lifelike. It's been in high demand." The woman examined the package. Inside was a nine-inch dildo that looked very accurate in reproducing a man's color and shape. The package was labeled, "Mr. Satisfaction, made with the revolutionary new Lasex." On the back was the statement, "Guaranteed to bring you complete satisfaction and new levels of sexual pleasure, or double your money back."

"I'm glad you noticed that, I've sold close to sixty of these, and not one has come back with complaints. In fact, they come back to urge I recommend it to all my lady customers," the attendant informed her.

The woman agree to purchase it and the attendant put it in a plain brown paper bag, a touch the woman appreciated. "Enjoy," the attendant called after her as she left. When the door had closed, the attendant softly caressed her large breasts and murmured, "We know you will, sister to be."

End?