Mike plays with her

Mike rather aggressively approached the hapless doll and hugged her from behind, kissing her latex-covered neck. She moaned and began to slap his hand against her leg. Savoring each moment, he slowly plunged two fingers into her open mouth, it was moist inside, but the rubber had time to heat up and so the touch was pleasantly warm. Plunging a little deeper he met her tongue, he gently caught her tongue with two fingers, she in turn wiggled it in different directions smearing saliva over his fingers. Her helplessness amused Mike, so he continued to play with her mouth and gently stroked her breasts. He made big circular motions kneading her lush bun, it made her fret over her latex breasts and she tried her best to stop the caressing, whether she was playing or whether she really wanted it all to stop, Mike didn't think about it, his cock was already resting right on her waist through his pants.

He kept going lower and lower from her breasts to her belly, ignoring her feeble attempts to stop him. At the same time he decided to taste her new latex mouth and tried to kiss her. It was uncomfortable at first, but there was something special about it, that he was kissing some object and not his beloved girl, her whole body was covered in this strange latex from the box. Even kissing her he was exploring the rubber sheath inserted in her mouth, and only the gentle, so familiar tongue he met with his tongue reminded him of her.

When Mike went from stroking her belly all the way to her crotch and then plunged two fingers inside, suddenly she began to grunt and shake.

"Wow, it's so warm and even a little sticky inside... You're my little pervert."

Mike whispered in her ear and continued exploring her hole. She completely lost her ability to keep her balance and fell right into Mike's arms, she grabbed her throat with her hand and put her other hand on Mike's hand that was exploring her pussy.

"Kkkkhh... kkkhh..."

She shook her head and made incomprehensible noises, clinging to her throat with her hand. With her other hand, she squeezed Mike's hand and wouldn't let go.

"What's wrong? Is everything all right?"

Mike could see that she seemed to be gasping for breath; he plunged his finger into her mouth again.

"What?"

He dipped his finger even deeper but didn't find her tongue. He ran his finger around the circle inside the sheath until he felt a bulge under the latex. He rubbed it gently and she mechanically responded to his touch, the bulge lifted slightly but could not break free from the latex prison and soon the bulge shrank again and then disappeared.

"Hey! Clementine!"

His hand was still clutching her latex hand. The tube in her vagina and anus expanded slightly, so much so that a ping-pong ball could fit in there. They also increased in length, filling almost every possible space in her body. Mike felt his fingers squeeze the latex walls of her pussy for a moment, and then his fingers got wet and a thin stream of colorless liquid flowed from her pussy. She jerked violently, her body spasming several times until she relaxed and moved no more. Her hand was no longer clutching Mike's arm and she fell to the floor, listlessly. Mike only now noticed that the suit had shrunk and squeezed poor Clementine, highlighting the curves of her body even more. He tried to get a grip on the material of the suit, but it was as if air had been pumped out of the suit and it was impossible to get a grip.

"Clementine, what happened to you..."

He patted her cheeks gently. Zero reaction. He leaned into her chest to hear her pulse, perhaps because of the latex he couldn't hear anything, but he was sure she was alive as her stomach rose and fell slightly.