A world of latex sluts

“Alright,“ you address her. “So tell me. What do I desire subconsciously?“

Ava squints her eyes as she gazes into your eyes. After less than three seconds, she covers her mouth and starts to laugh. “Oh my fucking God, that‘s rich,“ she chuckles in-between her conniption. “You perverted little animal, you! Turns out you‘re just as kinky as I am once you peel off the entire nobleman facade.“

“What?“ you screech. “What is it? It‘s nothing... gruesome, right?“

Ava shakes her head. “See for yourself.“

With a steadily rising blood pressure you observe the impossible occurring all around you. All the pedestrians have stopped in their track, as if they had all remembered something important simultaneously. Then they all begin to touch themselves and sensually moan. Their bodies begin to morph. The women, none older than 30, seem to loose all their body fat as they slim down to evolve perfect hourglass figures. Those whose breasts aren‘t already full and firm get theirs inflated to various extents, with some swelling to the size of melons. Their hair turns shiny and perfectly groomed while immaculately applied make-up magically appears on their also beautifying faces.

The men undergo more drastic changes. You fear for your own body as you watch them all tranform into equally enticing, young women. By the time their male figures have been molded into tantalizing female physiques, their moans have turned higher and girlish. All typically male attributes of their faces and body are swiftly replaced by utmost feminine, alluring and confidently exposed features until you couldn‘t possibly tell who used to be a man before. As you gaze around, the entire wide long street it stuffed with thousands of gorgeous bombshells who continue to moan and touch themselves. Not one of them can be categorized as a 9. It‘s like the entire world has transformed into Instagram models and chances are high that you‘re right with that guess.

You‘re about to express your thoughts and feelings to your smugly smiling omnipotent girlfriend when another sudden eye-catching marvel extends your inability to talk. As if the sight of countless nude or half-nude chicks wouldn‘t pull your dick high enough, their wrappings contort into skintight, shiny and brightly polished latex attires. You‘ve never shared your secret latex fetish with anyone, not even with Ava. But now she has seen clean through you and brought the fantasy to which you‘ve often masturbated to into reality: Some girls now wear short or long sleeve latex catsuits in any color. Black, white, blue, violet, metallic silver, all reflecting their surroundings. Some beauties are squeezed in latex corsets or figure hugging latex dresses of any length; shiny latex leggings and latex boots with lots of belts and buckles; latex gloves which either just envelop their hands, their elbows or their entire arms. Some just wear tight rubber bikinis or wet-looking latex swimming suits which disappear in their cracks. Their high heels usually reach an height of six inches and you spot at least a dozen who‘re gowned in black and white latex maiden costumes. You can‘t spot anyone who isn‘t clad in tight rubber, skimpy see-through robes or revealing lingerie.

“Welcome to your paradise,“ Ava chants and hugs you from behind. She too now wears a black latex bunny outfit which you remember from an Ariana Grande video.