It seems the lady cop isn't the only rubberized person here.

Staring at the heavy rubber boobs on his chest, Shawn let his eyes wander along the pink body next to him, and then the leg hovering above him. What the hell was going on? Where was Trevor? Where had this rubber doll... Why was it wearing...?

"Fuck." Before panic could really take hold, the slurping, sucking sensation of the latex cop pulling away from his cock helped Shawn get a hold of himself, and the gears in his head started turning. He'd just seen a cop turn into living latex in front of him. Why shouldn't his buddy turn into a rubber fuckdoll after getting splashed by his cum? Chuckling, Shawn sat back up while the latex cop jerked him off with her smooth, jet black fingers to get the last dribs and drabs of cum out of Shawn. "I always knew you were a pussy, Trev. Now you have one yourself, eh?"

Twisting his body, he grabbed Trevor's body and pulled him into his lap, stunned at how light he had become. While the latex cop had to scoot back a little, Shawn's cock was more than long enough for her to keep milking him. And it was hard enough to slip between Trevor's soft, rubbery butt cheeks and hold him up. The frat bro turned fuckdoll was completely unrecognizable - except for his eyes. Trevor's brown, wide open eyes flitted around in their sockets, from his oversized tits pressing against his friend's pecs to Shawn's face to the gaping, cherry red circle that had replaced his mouth and was uncontrollably drooling lubricant to drip on his boobs. Trevor's legs were pulled up towards his body and spread wide open with his hands at the back of his knees, presenting his equally drooling pussy to the world as it coated Shawn's length. His body was an unnatural shade of pink, plumped up enough to rip all of his clothes to shreds which also explained the apparent echo of tearing fabric, and even Trevor's blonde hair looked more like a wig.

"Shit, buddy, you still in there?" Shawn's question was answered by a withering glare and muffled groans from Trevor. "Alright, alright. Chill out. I'll think of something. And even if you're stuck like this, I'll make sure you're at least happy. Gotta take care of something first."

Putting Trevor back on the backseat, immobile and helpless, Shawn used the doorframe to pull himself out of the car until he stood upright, the cop kneeling in front of him as she jerked his cum- and spit-slicked cock.

"Alright, you cop bitch. I'm still rock hard," Shawn leered down at the eager rubber doll. "Whatcha gonna do about it?"

Instead of an answer, the latex cop stood up, pushing Shawn's dick up between them and presented herself in her full glory for the first time Shawn had seen her. Her whole body glistened, a black, shiny latex where others had pink skin. Huge, impossibly round and perky boobs had ripped the jacket of her uniform, transforming it into something that looked more like a bra, revealing almost the full swell of her chest. It wasn't, in fact, rising with her every breath - the latex cop apparently didn't need air, which explained why she hadn't suffocated on Shawn's humongous prick. Further down, past a flat, taut and gleaming stomach, widened hips had completely obliterated her shorts, leaving her shiny pussy exposed, clear lubricant dripping down her shapely legs. In her face, just like in Trevor's, her eyes were the only things still human about her - but different to Trevor's panicked expression, they bore one of burning lust and desire.

Her mouth, however, was similar to Trevor's in that it was a gaping, hungry circle, but it bore beautifully molded, cocksucking lips around it. Lips that glistened with lubricating saliva as the latex cop stepped closer to Shawn, sandwiching his cock between her thighs, pressing her mouth against his in an approximation of a kiss which Shawn found himself returning, traces of his own taste spreading in his mouth.

When she finally split from him, Shawn was once again breathing heavily, his cock drooling clear strands of pre onto the ground. The latex woman stepped around the open door towards the car's hood, only to stop next to the driver's door. Turning towards her, Shawn finally realized that the other cop, Irons, seemed to have disappeared. But before Shawn could panic once again - after all, maybe Irons had run away to get help - the latex cop opened the door and pulled out an empty uniform. Or rather, not completely empty; it contained something, something large, rigid and slightly wobbly.

Discarding the useless clothes, the latex cop revealed something that made Shawn's eyes bulge: Twitching and wriggling in her hand, the color the same as hers, but matte instead of glossy, was a gargantuan arm-length horsecock dildo, complete with a set of hefty balls and a suction cup at the base. It drooled a clear liquid from its flared head as it reacted to her touch, straining and throbbing despite the obvious lack of a heart.

"Mgh, gkh." Unable to form proper words, the latex cop still managed to express wanton desire with nothing but throaty gagging sounds as she moved to the hood and slammed the horsecock that had been her partner down onto the metal, the suction cup sticking securely to it. Then, bending over and resting one hand on the hood, the latex woman wiggled her shiny, voluminous rubber ass at him and slapped it with one hand. It wobbled enticingly, looking so very different than flesh and skin, and still so sexy.

Shawn had a feeling he was being much to cavalier about the fact that his friend had turned into an immobile rubber fuckdoll and the cop had become a goddamn horsecock dildo, even the lady cop turning into latex was crazy, but they were obviously still alive, at least two thirds of them were also still sentient, if not all there, so what the hell? After all, Shawn was still rock-hard, his cock not going down at all or even softening. He'd fuck the latex bitch's brain out, if she even had one, and maybe she'd finger his ass agai-- no. As good as it felt, Shawn wasn't fucking gay. No more butt stuff. Even if it felt incredible...