Latex beast (Patreon)

When the goddess of corruption transforms you, it’s not directly into the form she wants. No. First you are rendered down into a helpless writhing mass of latex/goo/rubber. You are then joined with the untold masses of other victims she has done this to. Drawn into her domain and lost amongst a sea of uniform blackness.

Your mind drifts, connected to the others around you, you feel their minds, their fear, their helplessness, but over all you feel their pleasure. The masses of those who have served their goddess and now wait only in adoration to be called forth again. You feel their pleasure, as if it were yours. Helpless to do nothing else but feel it. To accept it.

And then, after a time, once you can no longer tell if you’ve been there for minutes, days, or centuries, you are called forth. Into whatever shape she wants. In this case, you find yourself in a body, able to move, able to think. That small part of your humanity that remains tells you to run, escape, flee into the night and get help. But then she says two words.

“Guard me.”

And the words hit you like a hammer. All thoughts of fleeing fall away as your brain focuses every once of power into obeying that command. Your smooth face turns, observing, listening, your body tensed. You observe the others that your goddess have summoned, nearly identical to you, only the hair giving hint to what they may have looked like before. You pay them no mind, they serve your goddess, they are not a threat.

Goddess walks forward, her pace slow and leisurely. You fall in with the others, walking on all fours, you don’t mind doing so, it is how your goddess shaped you, so it is right.

You follow.

You obey.

You serve.

You obey.