Kicking off rubberninja training.

[07:03] Asuka the Shinobi: Buncha nerds.


[07:04] Aislinne gets all up in Asuka's face. There is much boob docking.


[07:04] Aislinne: 'Chu say to MEEEEEE?


[07:05] Asuka the Shinobi gets all up in Aislinne's boobs with her own boobs. There is even more boobery and tittyconnection!

[07:05] Asuka the Shinobi: You heard me, neeeeeeeeerd.

[07:05] Asuka the Shinobi: You're so nerdy you're made our of nerd stuff.


[07:07] Aislinne scrunches up her face and looks comically angry. Then she leans in lightning quick to plant a peck on the ninja's lips, scooting away a couple just as fast. She'd left something behind, though. Namely, a thin coating of rubbery 'lipstick' glued to Asuka.

[07:07] Aislinne: Yeah, and I'm contagious. Huhu.


[07:10] Asuka the Shinobi leans backwards and kinda downwards too from the stance and press of Aislinne upon her. The kiss just makes her face scrunch up and her eyes squint with cautious worry, a muffledly mumble-murmur ensuing from the sudden, forced kiss before it suddenly came to a sharp end. Oh, and now Asuka can't really open her lips at all. Mnph. Assertive, frustrated docking ensues.


[07:15] Aislinne wouldn't dare let herself be outdone by another pair of tiddies, so she pushes right back! Both sets squash into one another, conforming perfectly and shifting slightly with every errant movement. Taking the initiative, the glossy monsterlady sneaks her arms past Asuka's sides, cinching them tight around her back to ensure the docking won't end prematurely. They must commune.

"Y'know, you'd look really nice all rubbered up. It'd help with your job, too! Protect identity, free range of movement, fiddle with the shine so it's matte instead of holy shiiit..."


[07:19] Asuka the Shinobi had some master-class mammaries that were the pride of her form, her so bouncy and attention snatching by their presence - the perfect asset in a fight against opponents and enemies, her choice instrument of survival! Not that she could really choose to uh, "unequip" her own boobs really. With her lips glued shut however, it was hard to actively argue against the glossy, gleaming feminine figure, though as much as she was stripped of words her pressure and press would not cease by any means! Squish, squish. Mnph, something about how she's fine and she doesn't need improvement, all the usual victim jazz.


[07:28] Aislinne could definitely feeeel the protests. But hearing them was better. So with a flutter of her eyelids, the rubber glossing up Asuka's lips unglued itself. It was still there, still acting as a coat of gaudy makeup, but at least she could speak again! In the meantime, the monster wiggled to and fro, matching the mighty allure and strength of the ninja's impressive pair with her own enormous set. She was anything but all natural, but she sure felt like it, the fat, perfectly rounded, utterly pliant globes squishing and molding themselves against Asuka's like they were made to do nothing but. Occasionally, her bare, ever-stiff nipples rubbed in just the right way, eliciting a low, lyrical groan from the rubbery woman. As if to make sure the pretty girl wouldn't go anywhere, her fingers started to dig in a little more incessantly, indenting the ninja's sides with their grip.

"You're perfect just the way you are. But I can always make you better. Don't you wanna be the best ninja?"


[07:42] Asuka the Shinobi spit and spat as the "glue" coat over her lips seemed to lose it's "glueyness" to it. A shake of her head to orientate herself and with the battle went on, ninja to goo-monster-latex-being-thing, tit-to-tit, Double Ds against those unspecified masses that had the cheating advantage of adjustability on a whim unlike Asuka, who was very stagnant in the size and shape she had. That had to be the next "evolution" of boobs, right? One's you could customize and size on demand, the future beyond Asuka's honkers that'd drive most onlookers bonkers. As Aislinne shifted back and forth, Asuka's docking strategy went left and right, with the occasional forward bump against the goo-woman, her own hands settling onto the shoulders of her "rival" if she could even offer any significant sense of rivalry; surely Asuka keeping Aislinne close by wasn't gonna work anywhere near in her favour but she wasn't quite so perceptive to imagine that to be the case. "I'm pretty great as it is! S-Sheesh, I can be quiet.. And distracting.. A-And I blend in quite well!" Well, as much as her boobs would allow her to. "I guess could be better though.."


[08:03] Aislinne starts to dock in more ways than boobage. As best she can manage with two pairs of large breasts mashing into one another, she presses forward. She has to lean in a little awkwardly to pull it off, but her stomach just barely bumps into Asuka's. Hips meet curvy hips, huge thighs meet ones a bit more slender, and the two are about as close as they can possibly be. She even moves closer above, her forehead bumping gently into the ninja's to dominate her vision with half-lidded, ever-unblinking eyes. At least she was courteous enough to tone down her usual bright glow, the icy blue irises looking more subdued than normal. It almost seems like a kiss is imminent with two pairs of full, luscious, ebony-black lips hovering a scant few inches from one another, but the glossy monster doesn't quite go for it. Instead, she keeps up the main event, matching Asuka's rhythm and flow while sneaking in "attacks" of her own. A few harsh bumps forward, a couple expert shifts from side to side, and the shiny woman proved she could boob with the best of them.

"You could be better, though. Yes. Wanna give it a test run...~?"


[08:18] Asuka the Shinobi hadn't prepared for advanced docking, though she had the assets and tools to deal with it -- and anything else it seemed, for who and how could she be met with opposition with a body like that? Bump, press, squish. There was no backing down on part of Asuka it seemed, who didn't give up on Aislinne's assault as much as she felt the rubbermonster "oppressing" upon her form. Forehead bump - Asuka gave a shrot headbutt in rebellion to emphasise that she wasn't quite done yet, squinting at those gleaming ice-blue eyes. Were they always this.. Dull? She could swear she'd seem them brighter but that was pleasant at least, having them toned down if they were. "D-Don't do any of that weird glue stuff! That tasted so odd.. Guh. It's probably never gonna wear off too now." she grumblingly replied. "Um.. Well. Only if you give up on this tittypressing business! Clearly I'm the best in the body department," hipbumping forward, "Deal?"


[08:39] Aislinne didn't budge an inch in response to the very rude headbutt! Instead, her lips curled into a cheeky little grin, the glow in her eyes growing a tad brighter. She doesn't quite relent on the heavenly dock-war just yet, but her wiggling and grinding slows. The monster stood almost completely still, further helped by the whole not needing to breathe thing. Despite this, she still let a slow, steady breath outward, and her work began. She was thorough and slow, but it didn't matter much as her glossy rubber spread outward from almost every spot she was pressed up against. Luckily for Asuka it seemed her head would be safe for now, but the rest of her wasn't quite as lucky. True to her lineage, the ninja's clothes weren't very effective barriers against encroaching, living psuedo-latex, the stuff melting right through to get at the soft, supple skin beneath. It wasn't glue but it stuck just as fast, all but literally fusing as it molded to the girl's skin in a nanometer-thin, yet incredibly tough layer. Her arms around Asuka's middle became more of a vice, just barely below a corset but entirely unforgiving in its strength. She wasn't going anywhere if Aislinne had anything to say about it.

It didn't take long for the ninja's body to be rendered in sleek, absurdly glossy darkness. Not an inch of her was left to the imagination, the girl looking more like she was painted than encased in the tightest rubber imaginable. Satisfied for the moment, the monster finally pulled away, her arms uncinching as she apparently surrendered to Asuka's superior boob-skills. "Deal. I've got something else in mind anyway. What do you think so far?" The glossy matriarch's arms came up, supporting each other as she stroked her chin with a hand, inspecting and unashamedly ogling the now thoroughly rubberized ninja.


[09:00] Asuka the Shinobi looked expectantly for an answer, a response - specifically, a yes to her demands. That wasn't exactly the biggest powerplay or most favourable deal, if anything she was only escalating her own sexuality and appeal for something truly problematic in the imminent future and as she would shortly come to realize, that'd very much be the case. "Well?! We gotta deal or..?" a squint. "Umm.." Squish - and then, with that it began. It was mostly harmless grinding, bumping and docking before the the situation sharply evolved and escalated to one where Aislinne'd really taken the entire event by its reigns, and Asuka - by the grip of her encroaching latex. Inch by inch, that slick, glossy mass began to flow - a black, though almost purple, lighting made it really hard to specify its position on the color spectrum - up and out, across and over and upon Asuka. Did her clothing offer any barrier? Like any liquid, no; the goop was like acid to her clothing for all the protection it offered, though seemingly offered no harm to her personal self, instead opting to coat, to cling, to viciously consume and seal that flesh in its attaching and consuming grasp.

It wasn't long until Asuka was from the neck down in rubber, and all the time Asuka did well to squirm, to roll her hips, to shove at the rubber monster - her consistency seemed far to dynamic to deal with, her pushing motions leading to no avai, bouncing off of her body and tits. Asuka had to take a deep breath as the coating began to dry if the term wet was applicable to begin with, unable to feel the air below her neck as she was isolated the coating effect of the suit. "Y-You could've said something earlier!" Jiggle, jiggle - now hers and Aislinne's were a pair, practically tit-siblings. "It's.. Um.. Tight," pant, calm. "It's.. Not really what I expected I guess. Is it waterproof at least?" blank, curious, albeit an amusing question with how minimally relevant such an inquiry was. On the plus side, she apparently had the best localized pair of boobs - perfect size, now ripened and perfected with a rubber coat. "I guess it's descent enough."


[09:22] Aislinne takes another few long moments to look over her work, soon foregoing simply looking over the admittedly perfect frontside. She began to stalk to the side, keeping her gaze going everywhere across Asuka's body. Neck to toe, fingers, curves, breasts, she looked over it all, hmming and haahing at random. She soon found herself directly behind the glossed up ninja, with most of her ogling time spent appreciating the girl's excellent rump. Sure, her breasts were works of art, but she certainly wasn't lacking in the ass department. Clearly, the rubbermonster needed to test its plushness herself. So she did, sashaying forward to press herself tight up against Asuka once more. This little embrace was a bit naughtier than the last, both hands slipping beneath the girl's arms to cup both of her impressive, shiny tits. The suit's tightness was so perfect that, despite looking bare, Asuka's breasts were perfectly supported. They defied gravity, spitting in its face to give themselves more of a sculpted sexdoll look than anything real. Still, they were indeed real, and soft, Aislinne's fingers digging in hard to knead and grope with hungry abandon.

The rest of her cuddled up extra close as well. Her own massive pair squashed into the ninja's back, the monster unable to stop herself from letting slip a delighted little coo when her nipples swirled just right. Stomach to lower back, and crotch to butt, she began to grind forward, slow and steady, her absurd curves sliding to and fro for maximum appeal. Their legs were almost entwined, and the embrace was just as tight and full as the frontal one. Above, though, the glossy woman hovered her lips close to one of Asuka's ears. She breathed out again, her tongue following to slowly slither out and trace along the outer edge of the girl's ear. Delighted at the taste, she slid closer, soon meeting the ninja cheek to cheek while her gaze turned to try and regard the girl. She chuckled, dirty and cruel, which set off the next step of her kinky little plan. What was once dulled became all too real, the suit mimicking every little touch and gentle gust of air upon Asuka's body. It didn't just replicate, it heightened, doubling down on the grinding, the groping, and even the simple feeling of the tightness dominating every inch of the girl's form.

She finally deigned to answer the ninja's silly question, at least. "Of course. Perfectly sealed and safe. Now, since we've got you on rubberninja trial mode, let's start you off at the lowest rank. Do you know what that is?" Her tone was singsong and jovial, the pretty monster apparently having a grand old time at Asuka's expense.


[09:45] Asuka the Shinobi felt like some sort of precious display piece that'd been laminated; a collectible figurine was also an applicable metaphor, all wrapped in a coat of glossy rubber that emphasized and sharpened the appearance and details of her body all in a pristine black coat with total flawlessness. Whatever failings or lackings Asuka had in her appearance were smothered and sealed up, and the things everyone liked about Asuka - her tits and ass assuming there was much else were brought to unignorable attention. Who could ignore each tightly coated buttock, or the mirror polish of each boob? It seemed even Aislinne herself couldn't dismiss the merits of her canvas after the "painting" process had been complete. As for Asuka herself - well she was left in a bewildred dizzy state of wonder. Having the outside senses cut off save for very controlled sensory interaction was fairly disorientating, and her body so tightly coated yet at the same time thoroughly exposed - it made her a tad light-headed with self-consciousness. Even if she'd worn some really skimpy underwear, bikinis and other outfits in the past - this one seemed to cover her the most, and yet she'd never felt anywhere near as naked as she did now, the eyeing and objectifying gaze of the rubber monster only adding to the precariousity of her position.

The form of the tittyninja stiffened slightly as the figure behind her pressed up tight and close for a flanking assault, causing the brunette to bend forward a little - now she was really bending over under the presence of Aislinne, unlike before. She coooould probably have blamed it on the latex suit but it was very unlikely she'd get anyone to believe her that some weird rubber woman had coated her body and now that outfit was inducing submission in her, not to mention convicing the truth of the individual segments of that story. "You know as a ninja I like a bit of personal space.. S-Sheesh.. Her complaint was quiet and kept almost entirely to a semi-whisper from herself to Aislinne. Then, she found herself cheek to cheek - ah, a gesture Asuka admittedly found a lovey-dovey weakspot. To press cheek to cheek, it made her heart reactively flutter even if she'd hardly find herself fluttering over the individual that was the cause of it. "What are you thinking exactly? You're not the type to laugh without some kind o-- H-Hmnh!!" There it was. There was her sense of feeling again - unbridled, unlimited, the sensation of every breath causing her to shudder, to quiver, to clench her thigh whilst a hot redness permeated her cheeks. "G-Good grief, what did you do now?! H-How am I supposed to know what rank you're talking about?! I can't focus on myself let alone your weird rubberninja school class thing!"


[10:03] Aislinne ignored the girl's sensation-induced babbling for the moment, too intent on kneading her thoroughly exposed tits. While Asuka might've been trying to lean forward, the rubbermonster's eager hands ensured she didn't get very far, the possessive digits leaving indents upon the rubberized skin to hold tight and grope hard. Occasionally, the shiny molester centered her attentions, trapping both of the ninja's very clearly displayed nipples between both index fingers and thumbs. Then she pinched down hard, tugging forward roughly an inch before letting go and repeating the breast molesting process all over again. Her firm, unconscious humping became a little more involved as well, her crotch bumping hard into the girl's butt to make it jiggle just as deliciously as her glossy mammaries. It was quickly becoming apparent that she wouldn't even get a guess out of the hapless girl, though, so she decided to simply reveal Asuka's rearing predicament. But first, she angled her head to the side, planting an unfittingly gentle kiss on the ninja's cheek.

"The lowest rank is dog. Ninja dog. Lowest of the low. Don't you think you should look the part?" Her question was rhetorical to the max, this fact becoming painfully clear when four of the tentacles growing from her back slid forward. Each curled around one of Asuka's wrists and ankles, squeezing tight to ensure she wouldn't be going anywhere. Then they began to tug, pulling her limbs into their new position. Her hands were forced to her shoulders, the living rubber sticking solidly to itself as arms met forearms as well. Legs were next, her heels cemented to the sides of her ass, thighs gluing unforgivingly to her legs. Their work done, the wriggling appendages pulled away again, and Aislinne slowly began to sit herself down with the now extra-gimped ninja in tow. Through it all, though, she just kept groping, far too enamored with the girl's divine, rubbery rack. She held onto the girl as if she weighed nothing at all, and the two eventually found themselves much lower than before. Asuka was set squarely in the rubbery woman's lap, Aislinne herself sitting cross legged and kneading hungrily. She angled her head back when all was said and done, lips once more hovering beside one of the girl's ears.

"Silly little mutt. A good rubberninja must learn to be as loyal as a dog."


[10:28] Asuka the Shinobi feebly batted at those kneading, fondling hands that'd begun to wage war on her tits in a sense of the term; the assault she was defending (unsuccessfully) against was thorough, ruthless and intense and Asuka had to take care in the matter to achieve any kind success which evidently seemed little by little further out of her grasp with those digits sinking into her coated titflesh, kneading, bounced until she'd caught anchorage around those nipples. "Yeow!"she cried out as the rubber monster pinched those tender, now somewhat erect nubs crowning each rubbery orb on her chest, the firm tug yielding plenty of jiggles and ripples before settling down until the entire process was swiftly followed with repetition. Learning, was afterall best achieved through rotation and reoccurance rather than one time silliness, any ninja would have known that much and Aislinne's education wasn't exempt from such basic fundamentals in the art. Asuka felt her hips perk back and up as if offering her ninja booty up, all on its own - or probably that's how she'd have justified it. There wasn't much coming out of her mouth in the way of words, lots of invariable whining, half-moaning instead.

"I-I've never heard of any- pant - thing like that!" there was probably some suspicion in those words lost in translation with the erotic atmosphere of the moment. Asuka was in something of a haze as those tentacles extended, coiled and tightened around each limb - and though she struggled in the immediate moment she didn't put up much a significant one that'd break those tether's that bound. Unfortunately this was only a forewarning for what was to follow and as helpless as Asuka was, she was even more incapable for what happened after. Piece by piece, her limbs were manipulated, folded - first her arms, hands to her shoulders before glueing upon itself to keep her neatly immobilized whilst she harmlessly and comically flailed her elbows. Asuka had seen enough tentacle hentai to know where this was going though don't ask why she'd scene latex tentacle hentai pls and the inevitability and flustered arousal of her objectifying, arousing treatment left her heart racing in sexual exhilaration. Her legs were next to follow - now stumble waddling around in place like some sort of pseudo-hound as she was lifted up into the "safety" of Aislinne's lap in which unbridled tittymolesting and moaning-panting ensued. Poor Ninja.


[10:41] Aislinne busied herself with Asuka's breasts for just a little while longer. Or just a regular while longer. Her rhythm was random and unfocused, the monster seemingly intent on all but literally squeezing out every last drop of entertainment she could out of the ninja's tits. Despite being wrapped impossibly tightly, they could still jiggle as if completely bare. If anything, the effect was heightened. Light playing off stiffening nipples, reflecting across both hefty orbs, and giving off quite a display as they were thoroughly molested. Soon enough, though, Aislinne finally reached the apex of her fun, trapping both of Asuka's nipples one last time before pinching down hard. Tug, tug, one inch, inch and a half...and then she let go, letting them snap back painfully. Shimmying her butt from side to side, her hands went lower, gripping tight to the ninja's generous hips. She lifted up and slid herself out from beneath the girl, awkwardly repositioning herself on her knees before plopping her gimped up plaything on the ground. The ninja-in-training was left on her back, facing upward while the glossy woman finally let go.

She wasn't even close to done yet, though. She had another lesson to impart. Staring down into Asuka's eyes, her previously gentle grin began to crack into something more crooked and vile. The harsh glow of her eyes had returned, and as she spoke she rose to a whorish squat. "A good rubberninja knows it is below everyone. It is a tool, a weapon, and above all, a toy." This little nugget of knowledge preceded her rather unceremoniously plopping her thick, plump ass upon the essentially bitchsuited girl's face. She faced toward Asuka's body, refusing to deprive herself of such a view while holding steady in her rock-solid squat. Her heels pressed up against either side of the girl's head, the rubbermonster's stance impeccable and rock solid while cutting off the ninja's air with her fat rump. Her positioning was just right, her already drooling cunt mashing up against Asuka's mouth with her entire head obscured from view.

"Come now, little ninja. Show your teacher what you've learned."


[11:02] Asuka the Shinobi wasn't really tracking time too closely to say the least. It was sort of like, "1 grope later", "5 kneads later", "10 jiggles later" at this point really and considering how much attention was going to her tits it wasn't something she could be blamed for. A perfect material perfectly coated on a perfect form yielded - you guessed it - perfect results, a balance between the appropriate bounce and jiggle, and support and tautness that made the outfit a sensual paradox of practical and impractical. Asuka would probably have an existensial crisis thinking over this in the not-too-distant future, though that was as far away as Aislinne's decision to release her tits and for now that jiggling, bouncing and kneading away with no withheld mercy would keep it far off of her mind. Only after Asuka was a drooling, dizzy mess did she find herself lifted, raised to the air before being carefully placed on her back for the next portion of Aislinne's teachings that'd surely be something the rubberized tittyninja would have to assume a laid back position for.

Down Asuka went, harmelssly flailing a bit, and what goes up must come down - and so Aislinne came down on top of her, squishing upon the ninja's face with her squatting stance as her ass pressed over her nose, against her cheeks, her eyes, perfect positioning that was befitting the situation the rubbermonster had created for Asuka with her lips dangerously close to the brunette's lips - or, well. It wasn't dangerous really. That's just a literal excuse, cough cough. The direction to go was clear - forward. With her tongue, specifically, for Aislinne had taken all other assets and directive means away from her. Lick - that tongue was slow, careful, experimental the first time, though in the moment after it was frivilous, feverish, unrelenting, as if the first tonguestroke had permitted further action.


[11:25] Aislinne almost immediately found herself tilting her head upward, a low, rumbling purr working its way up her throat. Her hands curled and uncurled into fists, seemingly lost as far as what to do, but they eventually contented themselves with finding the monster's thighs. They trailed up both thick, rubbery lengths before resting palm flat on her knees, the woman's stance still as solid as ever. She did lower herself just a hair lower, though, properly squashing her plump, jiggly ass upon Asuka's face while shifting to give her just enough room to breathe through her nose. Slowly, Aislinne's eyes began to lid, her sick little smirk falling apart in favor of her mouth simply hanging open dumbly. Occasionally she even twitched bodily, mashing the ninja's face firmly to the floor before defaulting back to her impeccable squat. Asuka's suit seemed to shift as well, or rather, grow. Specifically inside of her. Despite most of her body being left completely on display, her pussy was kept a simple, albeit very prominent, cameltoe. The rubber began to self-replicate, though, gushing inside to fill her up like a custom-made dildo just for her. It began to buzz just like the toy it pretended to be, mirroring the rubbermonster's delight at how eager Asuka was. A second plug soon made itself known as well, her ass lined, stuffed, and sealed up tight with a twin that vibrated just as energetically.

"That's a--good ninja. Knows its--ghh...place. Just have to help reinfhaaa...reinforce." And reinforce the rubbermonster did. Asuka's prison began to grow again, crawling past her jawline to engulf her head. While it kept her mouth untouched, it slid all aroud, gathering up her hair and hiding the majority of her feature from view. Just as it seemed like her head would be rendered a bald dome, a shock of hair burst from the last small hole atop, a perfect ponytail and likely the only way to even attempt to identify her at this point other than by body. Said body was still kept incredibly sensitive by the suit, but the rest of her senses were cut off. Sight, sound, smell, Aislinne had reduced the girl's world to a very small, very sensual place. But then, a voice. Low, steady, it spoke. ...It was Asuka's voice. "I am an object. I am a tool. I am a weapon. I am a toy. I am loyal, below everyone. I must obey." A moment, and then it repeated, over and over, while the glossy woman added one last cruel touch. As long as Asuka stayed eager to please, her suit rewarded along with the incessant dildoes deep in her holes. Phantom fingers stroked along her curves, relished attention upon her body, and heaped worship upon it. Gentle hands massaged her bountiful breasts and glossy ass, far more sensual than the monster's own hungry molesting. It was meant to relax her, to muddle her mind, to keep her pacified while the simple, hypnotic mantra repeated again and again. It probably wouldn't be enough to leave her complete mush by the time she was released, but Aislinne had time. Immortal rubberthings tended to have it in excess.

Along with orgasms, the first of which was currently coursing through her body. She bucked hard, once, twice, crying out high and girlish while her walls contracted and squeezed around the ninja's tongue. Her juices were surprisingly human, clear and very much real, spilling across and messing Asuka's hooded face and still bared lips. The glossy matriarch didn't relax, though. She stayed on, legs holding her taut and steady over the gimped up, fiendishly pleasured rubberninja's face.