Yes. But he'll wish he hadn't. Or... maybe not?

Emerson returned to the land of the living with a dull throbbing in his head - and his loins. As the storage room swam back into focus, Emerson found himself suspended by thick rubber, much like Geary had been; arms out to the sides, angled slightly forwards. He was also completely fucking naked, feeling the smooth rubber on every inch of his skin, including his throbbing, dripping erection and his churning nuts. It was as if the shiny latex had been molded to his skin, leaving him no room to move beyond what little give the rubber had, not even the smallest pocket of air between him and the firm, smooth material. But even as he struggled, Emerson could feel his completely encased shaft throb, lurch, ooze pre... He was obviously in deep shit. So why was he so damn aroused?!

The glossy she-alien was nowhere to be seen. But as Emerson looked around, he saw he wasn't the only one still in the room: Over on the other wall, where the ripped latex had been, Travis was hanging just like he was, still ****, and just to the right of Emerson, their fingers almost touching...

"Fuck!" Cursing silently, Emerson tried to move away instinctively, only succeeding in stretching the rubber holding him captive slightly.

At first, Emerson thought that the rubber bitch was hanging next to him, elongated head hanging limply as if she was sleeping or ****. But as the dull throb in his head lessened - and the one in his shaft became more insistent, intense - the immobilized cop remembered. That thing was Geary. Or it had been. Now, it was an exact copy of the black bitch that had been hunting all of them. Successfully. And their only hope were the guys from the last patrol car. Who had no idea what was waiting for them at the precinct.

"Oh... oh god." The realization dawned upon Emerson with terrible, inescapable slowness. "Oh shit."

It wasn't that the hopes of getting rescued were slim. No, he was hanging off the wall exactly like Geary, immobilized like him - the same fate awaited Emerson. He would get turned into a busty, black thing, with enormous, firm breasts, long legs that ended in a spectacular ass... and for some terrible, incomprehensible reason, the cop found growing excitement mix into the dread he was feeling. Had Emerson not wondered how Geary had felt? Had he not--

THUMP!

Emerson's head whipped back around to the middle of the room, right under the vent in the ceiling. The unnatural, erotic thing that had dropped down was crawling over to where the two men and the newborn latex thing were hanging, her giant tits almost dragging over the floor. With how silent she had been until now, the noise had to have been deliberate, to get their attention. Well, it definitely had Emerson's, his eyes glued to the fantastic curves glistening under the lights as she came closer with smooth, almost sensual movements, tail curving through the air behind her.

His breathing quickening as she neared him, though Emerson couldn't tell if it was due to panic or mounting excitement, the cop began to struggle again, only succeeding in stimulating his cock in its tight rubber sheath, slick with his precum as it dripped down in the tight confines of his latext prison, over his balls and along his legs. There was a distinct feeling of disappointment in his fear as the thing passed him by, instead continuing towards Travis. As it reached him, the black, alien thing rose on her legs, taking the last few steps only on her feet, her massive breasts bouncing; they were so big Emerson could see them even from half behind her.

Caressing Travis' jaw with two fingers until she pulled the **** man's head up by the chin, the rubber she-beast leaned forwards, bringing her face to the cop's, and although Emerson couldn't see it from where he hung, the sounds made it obvious she was kissing him - long, deep, and hungrily. Emerson's lips tingled and his cock lurched at the thought of him being next, of feeling the being's luscious, smooth lips on his, even though Emerson was aware of the sinister implications, particularly as he could hear Travis gulp down something the glossy bitch was feeding him.

Because of this, when the thing turned around and Emerson found himself face to unnervingly smooth, elongated head, his flight response kicked in and he began to fight against his rubbery restraints again. The latex woman took her time as she sashayed over to Emerson, as if she knew he wasn't going anywhere. When she finally stood before him, a teasing smile on her full lips, Emerson was breathing heavily, cock buzzing with pleasure despite everything and muscles burning with exhaustion. The thing chuckled, seductive and low, just like it had when it had taken Harris - but then, Emerson's eyes went wide in surprise.

"You can struggle." It talked! It fucking talked, and its voice was husky, erotic, smooth, so very much like its body would suggest. "You can fight."

The terribly alluring rubber woman leaned forwards and brought her head next to Emerson's, puffy lips almost tickling his ear as it continued in a low, sensual whisper.

"But sooner or later, I know you're going to llllove it."

Her voice alone was enough to send lustful shivers down Emerson's spine, making precum ooze from his tip. He could barely breathe, arousal and excitement tightening his throat, and then he couldn't breathe at all when she finally kissed him with those smooth, full, rubber lips. At first, Emerson melted into the kiss, even ignoring the faint taste of latex spreading in his mouth, but when his cheeks suddenly bulged with thick, gooey fluid flowing from her mouth, his eyes snapped open, mouth twitching and ready to spit - but then, the taste registered in his brain. Rich, creamy and deep, savory and with a hint of black licorice; even if the latex thing had given him a choice by not sealing his mouth with hers as she did, Emerson would have gulped down everything she was giving him eagerly.

When she pulled back, Emerson found himself wanting more, struggling against the rubber sealing him for another reason now. But just as before, he couldn't move beyond a few inches, breath washing hotly over his lips as he stared at her retreating, shiny black form with longing in his half-lidded eyes. As she turned around and dropped back into a crawl, Emerson could see her magnificent legs working to move her forwards, and that fantastic ass, and then her luscious lips wrapped around one thick, black nipple in greeting--

"Wha...?"

There was another one, one that had to have moved into the room silently as Emerson's attention had been... elsewhere. It was almost identical to the one that had kissed Emerson and the thing that had been Geary, only slightly larger both in size and in proportions, a small, three-pronged crest rising at the end of her oblong head. She caressed the back of the other alien's neck with one hand, cooing and thrusting out her chest as she accepted the deferential greeting. It only took a few seconds, and then both crawled closer to the corner, as if the larger one was going to inspect the work of her underling, like a queen making sure her lady-in-waiting had prepared everything properly for tea.

Emerson gaped. Where had the larger one come from?! How were there two of them? Unless... he'd never seen the thing that was hunting them. And Geary had turned into something identical to the smaller one. Add to that the empty cocoon he and Travis had seen... Emerson's stomach dropped. No way. There was no way! That thing, that unbearably alluring, arousing thing he had kissed so passionately - it had to be Harris. Harris, turned into a shiny, rubbery, horny monster. It was obvious, really, only the dizzying mix of fear, arousal and anticipation making Emerson's head spin having kept him from realizing before now. And yet, as he stared at the two rubber things closing in, Emerson could feel his member lurch again, straining against its confines.

As the black things neared the three beings fixed to the wall, the inhuman one of the three began to stir. A drawn-out sigh rose from the queen, answered in kind by the thing on the wall, and then a rubbery tearing sound made Emerson turn his head from where he was staring at the glossy curves moving before him, trying to reconcile the impossibly arousing shape of the smaller alien with the man his partner had been. But what he saw to his right made Emerson's jaw drop: The rubber he and Travis had so much trouble with, unable to rip even part of it, was bulging and tearing were it held no-longer-Geary's arms as she began to free herself.

"H-how strong are...?"

Her arms now almost free, the thing moaned triumphantly as the tip of her hooked tail appeared at the front of her neck, beginning to pull downwards to rip open the rubber covering her torso and legs as she began pushing her upper body away from the wall, pulling the pipes on her back free while her breasts slipped out of the confines of the latex covering them. They were just as shapely, impossibly firm and beautiful as the others', her nipples fat and erect, grazing the floor when she finally dropped down from the place of her birth, thin strings of fluids connecting her with the cocoon, and began making her way over to where her sisters waited.

"My queen~..." The voice of the newborn latex being sounded slightly raspy, as if she wasn't yet used to using her new voice chords. Leaning forwards, she sucked the offered nipple between her pillowy, shiny lips, imitating the greeting of the former Harris before the three of them began to move back into the middle of the room. One after the other, with the queen going last, they jumped into the vent, quiet sounds of rubber on metal echoing out as they left Emerson and Travis behind.

Just as the forked end of the queen's tail disappeared from sight, Emerson's body was wracked by a powerful pulse of pure bliss that almost made him cum on the spot.