The Way the World Ends.

Aislinne murrs fuckingly.



Yinseng presses closer still, to the point you were sinking deep into her cleavage. She straddled you on that colossal cock - a glistening black that resembled the shiny latex you were composed of. And, just throbbing oh so much. She pulled her lips back just slightly, tonguing along the rim of your ear, before speaking in such a way the hot breath would wash over your ear, "Cover me Aislinne, from head to toe... inside and out. I know you want to..." She punctuated this with a nip to your ear, as she pressed her middle and ring fingers deep into your femsex, thrusting gently.



Aislinne soon look to be little more than a head poking out from massive breasts, her body wrapped tight in fuzzy panda breasts. An unfortunate consequence is that her arms are now very much pinned, but her body continues to undulate at your touch. Your words are like lightning to her, her entire body spasming even harder than before and ending with a loud, girlish squeak. It terminates rather suddenly when something slips inside her, the thick digits practically cocks in their own right. She squeezes around them just as much as if they were, a rolling sensation of pressure moving up and down whilst guiding them in even further with the intensity. An inner tentacle coils around them once, twice, thrice, constricting and tugging while her cunt vibrates like the toy she appears to be.

Some little spark of recognition amidst the fire reminds her that you've asked a 'favor' of her, and she soon begins to oblige. With both bodies so entwined, it's easy for her to spread her glossy corruption all around. It starts in multiple places, a wave of impossibly skintight...something spilling out from your cleavage, working across fingers and down to your wrist, and beginning to wrap around a ruinously massive cock which Aislinne just now begins to slowly, firmly grind downward into. "Yes...have to...cover. Doll..."



Yinseng: "Yesssss," she hissed into your ear as you began to coat her in the impossibly skin tight substance. "Cover... squeeze... subsume.... all for you...." She reared that colossal cock back, letting it smear and squeak against your thighs, until the broad cockhead pressed against your slick cunt. She drew her fingers from it, and instead more than groped both your breasts with those massive amazon-sized hands, pinching your nipples between her fingers as more of your latex wrapped about them, perfectly gloved. "Big dolly... sexy dolly... the one you always wanted...."

Her lips once again sealed against your ear, but this time she was taking things a step further, surprising you with a tongue that was decidedly unnatural in its length. It did a full lap around your ear at a treacherously slow pace, and then the tip would press a bit into the lobe and continue to tease. She bent you over right along your vacbed, and without so much as a word, began to spear that battering ram of a cock deep inside you, practically using your tits as handles to do so. And the cum... OH the cum! Even the very first gush of precum from this enormous panda put most orgasms to shame tenfold! It crashed against your abdomen like a tidal wave hitting the side of a steep cliff, and it just kept coming...



Aislinne hears the echo in her head. Cover. Squeeze. Subsume. Big doll. Sexy doll. The one she's always wanted... With a little difficulty she allows your fingers to pop free, her suckling cunt like a vice of mind-rending pleasure. She's finally fully squished into your rapidly rubberized bust, but pulled out just as quickly only to have her obviously smaller, if still impressive bust molested deliciously. Every pinch was another surge of lightning, her body twitching in full in response. Even in her practically animalistic state, she continued the coating without issue. Both breasts were finally utterly subsumed, nipples and even areola on full display on a pair of insanely huge knockers doing their best molded sex doll impression. The rubbery essence began to spread out from them, gooping around to your back, moving down your stomach, and lovingly encasing your collarbone while drawing close to your neck and shoulders. Below, and the first half of your cock is finally taken, the fat black length looking far more polished than it previously was. One erstwhile tentacle twitches into life, gliding around and thickening while positioning the now much fatter tip about a foot from the puckered hole nestled between your asscheeks...

Her world becomes pleasure when everything comes together. A shriek, wide eyed and screaming, when she suddenly finds herself bent over and filled far more than she ever has been before. Being what she is, though, she takes it without issue, her body stretching and distending to take your massive girth. The coating actually stops entirely for a brief moment, the sensation battering her ear along with the fattest dick imaginable inside her stumbling her work before it restarted once more. She's filled so very quickly, the gallons upon gallons spilling out from between her legs while her stomach began to bloat. Her body as a whole was the onahole, squeezing with very nearly painful pressure while the sexdoll of a woman buzzed like a toy set to 11 all up and down the rapidly rubberized cock. The coating itself got into it as well once it reached the base, an army of hands and tongues working along the shaft, prodding at sensitive spots and the glans, loving it while it was practically abused with the intensity of her attentions. She couldn't quite thrust along with you, but she loved your divine dick all the same in her own unnatural way.



Yinseng could feel the latex creeping up her neck, ready to seal the deal. Only... she was giving you reasons not to seal her mouth away so quickly. A lot of reasons. She lifted one of her hands from your breasts and began to tease your other ear with it, while still smooching and licking and loving away on the other. Truly, the O-rings you saw fit to give toys were quite beautiful... but these lips were... doing things to you. Wonderful, sinful things. Whispering sweet nothings. Egging you on. Making you tingle and sweat... if a latex goo even could sweat.

The pleasure was just so much, and you were now being treated to the most melodic moans, practically singing them to you to make you shiver. She could feel her brain practically sizzle. Those pussy lips formed the perfect bond. She knew you could feel every inch, every slight curve and vein. She didn't take long to hammer the rest deep inside of you, letting it stretch your abdomen far beyond what looked natural, so much so you could see through it. You were being filled like the reservoir tip on an admittedly undersized condom for such a titanic monster, and with all the different ways you were able to milk it, you'd better believe the loads got that much bigger, that much quicker. There wasn't much room left on the bed, meaning it'd start to spill over the side, getting heavier and heavier.

But Yinseng was blessed with nymphomania like none other. The pleasure didn't cripple her like so many others. It FUELED her. The dolly would grow faster. The dolly would go stronger. The dolly would grow... hungrier. With just one arm wrapped around you she was bouncing you up and down with such terrifying force, smacking off against her now glistening latex nuts again and again. Even with the sounds of her tongue in one of your ears, you could hear them slosh as your ass kept smacking against them. "More," she kept whispering. "More.... More.... More."



Aislinne froze bodily when her other ear was finally given the love it deserved, her form clenching down hard along your entire cock. A gurgled gasp, her eyes bulging, and for a few seconds she found herself just being used like an inanimate doll. She quickly recovered, though, redoubling her efforts as best she could with the veritable apocalypse of pleasure washing over her every single second. She sang her lewd little melody right along with you, a deliciously deviant duo divulging their depravity as one. All the way to the base, and she felt it right below her breasts. Her moans tapered off to violent choking, coughing, and then she rather unceremoniously vomited forth a massive gush of panda semen. It just kept spurting, filling her up, and spilling out when it couldn't. She looked less like a woman and more like a jizz tank, albeit one that continued to thoroughly and unnaturally surge pleasure to its partner.

Her coating began to connect, your body looking much more obsidian-sheened than it once was merely a few minutes ago. Gushing down your arms, lovingly encasing each digit with the tightness making it possibly a little difficult to bend them properly. Rushing down your stomach, connecting with the encasement at your crotch before working around behind to your plush, pillowy ass. Right before cheeks began to be coated, the waiting tentacle roughly hilted itself inside. Going deep, wriggling, it began to thrust in tune with your own wild rhythm. Quickly, both luscious mounds of ass were covered, accentuated, displayed as perfectly as the rest of your delightfully hyper lewd body. Finally, as if it had been taking its time, the rubbery essence flowed into your cunt below the still pistoning cock. It coated walls as your ass's insides were lined as well, stretching both just a little but not quite molding them into her typical doll-like holes. Wrapping tight around your clit, violent sensation began to quickly assail it. Pinching, squeezing, a fresh wave of vibrations atop, her work moved on immediately after. Down your thighs, massaging them with the phantasmal hands of an army of master masseuses, and her corruption began to creep up to your head. Past your chin, just starting to mat down your hair, she worked up to your lips...and coated them. A coat of the world's glossiest lipstick, the stuff gurgled its way inside, encasing teeth, tongue, everything the same uniform black, but the strange nature of her makeup allowed drool and spittle to flow as freely as the tidal waves of cum still battering her.

"More. More. More..."



Yinseng : A wave of euphoria washed over the increasingly unstable slut. You had to discard a few dildos she had apparently had stuffed in her femsex from the very beginning, only to replace it with one of those wonderful tentacles. She wriggled her toes, flexed her fingers, and stretched her body like she just woke up from a very long slumber, and yet quivered all over from the constant bombardment of stimulation, straining against her latex prison. No... not a prison, a home. She felt so alive! She took a hold of your ankles and began to send you up and dock her cock with little more than the force of her hips, filling the air with the sounds of rubber smacking together. She couldn't see anymore, and the only sound she could hear was your voice and a bit of her own. Good. More focus on touch, the sensations your body offered her, every touch...

It was hard to describe the noise her churning nuts suddenly made. Perhaps as if someone just shook a balloon full of honey that somehow didn't pop. It was loud, and deep. It was the only warning you were given before things kicked into next gear. If you thought you were being filled rapidly before... this wasn't even in the same ballpark. You HAD to relief the pressure, it was just too great! A-Ah, of course, it wasn't anything more latex couldn't solve, right? Just a sudden lurch forward and....! It would almost seem as if a clone of yourself leapt from your body as if were a pool, coming to land on the massive mound of cum-bloated latex, while leaving your primary form still sealed nice and pretty on your toy panda with a newly emptied 'stomach', to be filled once more. What could be better?

It made it much easier for her to suddenly slap forward, pinning you underneath her breasts. She kept repeating her mantra of more, as if it was the only word she knew now. Perhaps it was. She was insatiable. She gripped her latexed nipples with her latexed hands, and brought them together against your ears. Now this, surely, was new, having your ears massaged by the inner concaves of a pair of nipples that were as big as your head as her hips kept hammering away. So good.



Aislinne was finally truly impaled, her feet above her head while her arms flailed for purchase on anything they could. They somehow wriggled free of the massive, glossy panda breasts, awkwardly draping over top of them and trying their best to curl around and grip at now much slicker tits. Her suit, in turn, began to attack your tits. Harsh pinching, the suit clenching around massive nipples while indents began to appear in the still soft flesh as ghostly hands kneaded them all over and up and down. Your ass was next, the cheeks molded, parted with the ferocity of her encasement's molesting, still tentacle-pillaged ass schlrking along with violent force matching your own thrusting cock. Slowly but surely, both your lower holes began to be changed, extra rubber forming as they were stretched even more so. A fat, rubbery ring adorned the edges of both, your clit hidden inside the one around your cunt as you became just a bit more of a proper doll. A second tentacle sealed the deal, wriggling between bodies to stuff your pussy the same as your ass. Her bloated form was depraved in how stretched it had become, curves becoming less distinct as she became less a monster and more a condom. A strange disconnect in her mind, fading, falling...

And then a pop. Her massively cum-soaked form shot free, practically a sphere with a head and womanly attributes. Her sinfully curvy form was once more set upon her, her new body twitching as proper consciousness set itself back up. It was still very, very stuffed though, and through it all her vice-like clenching continued along with utterly unearthly vibrations. While she was squashed forward and pinned, this new position gave her some leverage to start bouncing half-heartedly atop your dick, smashed flat to the bed with her legs still reaching above her head. With her head in front of your collarbone, the pretty panda features above were finally subsumed. Her essence rolled over your nose, smoothing out the rest of your hair and making you appear bald but still with a pair of cute, rounded panda ears. Over your eyes, as if they were never there, but her power ensured you could still see despite seeming blind. Letters scrawled across the faceless expanse, numbers. Y-01 in white, a new designation, but unlike most...she stayed out of your head for the most part, only wriggling inward to interface and become an inner voice.

"Yes. Give me everything. Everything you are and ever will be, Y-01. Love me. Love your owner, my precious panda d--" Her little act stuttered dead, fat nipples smashing into her head and besieging her ears. It was bliss along with all the rest of the brain-melting pleasure that endlessly battered her. Bliss... She hardly realized she was puking up cum once more, the stuff spilling out of every orifice possible.



Yinseng was right where you needed her to be now. Just another mindless toy in your ever growing army of drones, willing to obey your every order. Finally. She eluded you for FAR too long, but you always got what you wanted in the end. And handling her was no big deal either, all you had to do was just split off another form, as simple as that. Heh.

Hah, that's funny. Why was it dark? You'd only just started. There was so much more fun to be had. Oh well... why worry about that? You felt yourself getting full again. Better split off into another clone. It just came naturally, it only took just a fraction of you with it, and you had another form all happy and full of jizz. And another. And another... too easy. Oh, it's bright again. Your precious toy must've taken you outside at some point. Y-01 knew what you wanted, what you needed. She only loved you, her owner, you were the center of her universe. Just a few more clones. Was it dark again already? Oh well, why worry about that... she was doing the ear thing again~! Why not tell more sweet nothings to your mindless toy. Mindless. Only pleasure. No will of her own. Just pleasure. And more! More... more pleasure. Mindless... Nothing to worry about anymore.

Glistening Aislinne condoms littered the landscape as far as the eye could see. It seemed Y-01 was continuing her endless trek forward into another city that was long abandoned before her arrival, fleeing from the peril. With every Aislinne condom, it seemed as if she lost just a little more of herself, became just a little more unaware of what was going on, steadily becoming as mindless as her new toy without even realizing it. And unfortunately for everyone else, those condoms simply didn't rest undisturbed. With what little of yourself had been transferred into them, they would eventually 'digest' all the panda cum and follow their basest of instincts. To rubber everything and everyone. To seek the basest of pleasures. And it was only a matter of time until there would be nothing left but glistening, perfect latex.

More... more. More.