Mel by RubberMatt
Melanie had been a high-energy physics researcher before leaving to start a family. Twenty years later with her daughters grown up & moved out she had returned to full-time work, the skills motherhood had equipped her with rapidly bumping her up to admin level.
Her ability to browbeat even the most fractious scientist into doing what they were told without raising her voice was regarded as a superpower by her colleagues.
Which meant she was in the lab when the Incident occurred and the entire lab vanished. When it snapped back into existence 72 hours later, encrusted in thick black slime & missing the entire basement complex, she was one of the nine cocooned women found in the upper floors.
The only one still completely sane when they emerged from the cocoons 48 hours after that.
After interminable rounds of testing and study, Melanie had joined the team researching the origin of the Mist.
Almost by accident they had discovered she had a tenuous mental link with the Mist, and had become adept at predicting the time and location of Mist incidents. It wasn’t much warning, but it was better than no warning at all. At the very least they could get the rescue & clean up crews moving before the Mist even emerged.
Outside of her work Melanie combined her passions for UrbEx and dance, with her beloved husband tagging along as photographer.
The half human, half alien latex slime symbiote slinked toward him, slithered up against his muscular body and pressed her gagged mouth to his lips. His wife and mother of his children, now sleek, glossy and lithe, he heard her soft moan of pleasure as she groped his erection. And she’d been worried he wouldn’t want her back.
26 years of marriage and raising two wonderful daughters together, that’s a bond not even an inadvertent inter-dimensional excursion and symbiotic transformation could break.
“Hand holding in public! There really is no hope for you is there, you depraved rubber succubus.”
Oh gods, that muffled husky chuckle is just so damned sexy
Just some pics of Mel dancing.
Oh and she really loves her husband.
They’d always been rather a kinky couple, now that Melanie was partially made of, and permanently encased in, living latex, they definitely didn’t have what could be called a conventional lovelife.
Mels rubber skin amplifies tactile sensation, she adores the feel of her hubbys naked body as she slithers against him.
Where once they had been happily switching roles as the mood took them, Mel was now exclusively domme.
He didn’t mind though, seeing as it meant he was now encased, cocooned and ravished by the stunning rubber succubus he was married to on a regular basis.
To call it a mind blowing experience was selling it seriously short, the breathplay with her webbed hands would have been enough …..
Still holding her hand …
Mel liked to toy with her hubby once she had him helplessly cocooned ….
Melanie loves to dance
Also to show off how flexible her human/void-symbiote hybrid body is …
Mel doing a ribbon dance, but with tentacles.