The Path Widens

Carefully avoiding contact with the local rubbery foliage you step your way along the manicured path, a spring is definitely in your step. And each springy step makes your new breasts jiggle a little, keeping a grin on your lips.

Ahead though the path opens out into another clearing. Well. Some kind of clearing.

You spend a moment to see what you are looking at.

It's a long but narrow clearing. Each side is hemmed in by tall, thick bushes. lining each side of the central path are vertical tentacles, their tips curved inwards to point at each other across the path. There seem to be about six of them on each side and you think they vaguely look like a question mark.

On the path itself were some evenly places stones with numerous short tentacles pushing up from the grass between the stones. You can see their ambulations as they wave slowly in the air. Your apprehension rises quickly at seeing them, unsure of their purpose.

You can't tell for sure but the small root based tentacles extend past the vertical tentacles, and it appears there is a row of two tentacles, about waist height, and quite thick. They look strong. The two tentacles are quite close to each other, with one in front of the other from your point of view.

Above them is a low hanging branch of a latex tree, with several thin tentacle vines hanging from it down to what you estimate your shoulder height.

Beyond that you can see the pathway leading onwards.

Pushing your hands off your new breasts and down to your sides and with a wary and cautious step, you proceed forwards.

Just as you pass by the first pair of vertical tentacles, your feet are quickly ensnared by the latex roots! As you look down to see what's going on, the vertical tentacles on each of your sides suddenly spray you with a liquid latex!

"Ahh!" You bring your hands up to cover your face but the deluge ends as quickly as it started.

Once the spray ceases, you realise you have been splattered with a sticky latex goo that is quickly drying on your skin.

You try to brush it off, then rub it off but the stuff is stubborn and sticks well. It smooths out and flattens against your skin.

Suddenly you nearly fall over as the roots release your feet. You are free!

With determination you step forward again.. And are again stuck!

Quickly you are sprayed again with the liquid latex, quickly it drips onto you and dries into a thin, hardy film. Again your feet are free. You can't help but moan a little at the cool liquid splashing your body.

You know what to expect this time. Stepping forward again you are sensible enough to not nearly trip and fall over. But yet more of your skin surrenders its real estate to the latex. As the film dries it pinches at your skin as if it is shrinking, causing you to moan deeply, the latex that had landed on your new breasts is squeezing them delightfully!

By the end of the second last sprayer, you are coated from head to toe in latex! Even your hair and eyelids have been plastered with the stuff, your hair changing from a bright red to a midnight black as the latex corrupts it.

The last sprayer completed your encasement. Before stepping onward though you wait a few minutes for it to dry. You shudder a little as it tightens around you and you can feel your body quickly warming up. Looking at the latex itself it seems it is a very fine later. Your fingers are perfectly defined as are all your other features. Peering closely you can see that even your body hair (what little there was of it) has disappeared completely. Running your hands over your arms and body, and down between your thighs confirms all your body hair has disappeared.

You bring your arms up to your head though and sigh with relief as you feel your head of hair still there.

You next check your breasts. Each of your globes have been coated of course, your thick nipples are now seemingly stuck, hard and erect.

Lastly you bend over, squeaking softly as the latex on your ass and back tighten over your cheeks, and inspect your pussy. It seems the fine mist also completely coated your clit and lower lips, it also has shrunk around them, sending nothing but subtle delightful messages back to your brain.

Sighing with relief you decide to see what's next.

You look ahead at the two waist high tentacles. They are topped with long thick dildo's, and you just hope these two aren't interested in capturing you as that Perverted Chair had been.

It looks like you are in need of a thorough internal cleaning.