The Poligomyst

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This is the latest in my 'The Artist' storyline. The rest of the parts are on my index page

Martin paused to listen to the crackle of his latex three piece suit as it rippled around the body he had crafted himself. He had worn the vinyl material countless times since adopting the moniker of 'the Artist', it being the only substance other than human DNA that could survive his genetic recoding device after all, but this was the first time he had experienced it in a male body. He smiled. He felt powerful.

Needless to say, the figure before him wasn't enjoying the experience quite so much. Fear was splashed across the face of the raven haired beauty as she pulled at the straps of her rubber dress in obvious confusion. Full fleshy globes bounced and jiggled with every movement until their owner finally seemed satisfied they were indeed part of her body.

“This is the one I presume?” Martin turned his attention to the middle aged woman to his left. She was a tech genius in her own right as well as a self-made billionaire and the quivering bimbo in front of them had once been her serially unfaithful husband.

“Oh that's her alright,” she spat, “I even caught him fucking her on that desk.” She pointed to the bureau behind the voluptuous body of her former spouse before turning back to Martin. Her eyes went wide for not the first time that afternoon. “And you look exactly like him!”

“Well, technically I am him,” The Artist grinned. “And your husband is the pretty young thing he enjoyed sharing his dick with. Ironic...” Martin squeezed the crotch of his adoptive body and nodded at the device gripped in his hand like a large gun. It was a portable version of the genetic recoder he had been using for the military. “With this thing I can be anyone. I can make anyone be anyone – from a billionaire's cheating husband to his air-headed mistress. For the right price anyway...” He heard a gasp escape the busty latex-clad woman as what had happened began to dawn. “I think it's time your husband shared a little more dick, don't you? Care to join me?” He held up the genetic recoder and the tech billionaire smiled evilly. “You will need to strip off. This thing only tolerates latex.

The woman removed her clothing while her bimbofied husband pleaded for forgiveness and with a zap of blue light he was suddenly faced with two identical versions of his former self. “Please...” he cried out. “Whatever she's paying you, I will double it!”

“Double?” Martin smirked at his doppelgänger. “How about triple?” He turned to the naked form of Ms. Williams to his right – her hands tied with latex and a ball gag in her mouth. The blonde woman glared back. “Come now,” the Artist cocked his device, “you can either join us, or..” he glanced at the former husband trying to hide under the desk, “you can join her...” A flash of light later and the big breasted cheater looked up to see three versions of his former self approaching with cocks like drawn swords.