The Latex Womb
Several more weeks had slipped by. I sat in the office of the Sexual Industry General Management Division, housed within the newly built city hall of the underground city, reviewing various matters alongside the Queens. Under Sister Kyubey’s leadership, a large number of Queens and Blackmen had been hired to work here. The place felt almost like a direct relocation of our surface accommodations. Every day, mountains of documents poured in as we transferred the sex industries underground, leaving the office in a constant state of chaos.
“Lady Elisha. The confirmation documents for the Human-Horse Arena expansion have arrived.”
“Ah, let me see them.”
I took the papers from the familiar secretary. They contained permits for various new facilities to be added to the expanded stables for the Mares, to be built on the empty lot left behind after Master Faust’s laboratory was moved to the surface. Hmm. The price of dozens of comprehensive aesthetic machines was no small sum.
The secretary, instead of returning to her seat, lingered beside me and asked cautiously, “Lady Elisha… do Mares really exist?”
“Of course. I am one myself.” I tilted my head to show her the Mare identification tag still attached to my left ear.
“Really? I heard that anyone turned into a Mare becomes livestock…”
“Just how far have the rumors spread? I thought it was still somewhat secret.”
“All the sisters on the surface know about it.”
“Goodness, the Queens are too close for their own good.” They were tight-lipped with outsiders, so there was no fear of leaks, but the flip side was that they kept almost no secrets from one another.
“But is it true that Mares have their human rights stripped away, just like the angels?”
“It depends on the situation. Those who volunteer, like me, simply have a livestock certificate added to their records. The ones who were sold, however, have their human rights revoked and are officially registered as livestock.”
“Huh, I see.”
“It used to be operated in complete secrecy, so most Mares were purchased. Now that we’re shifting to public operation, we plan to run it like a proper sports league, centered around volunteers.”
We intended to replace the current near-nude racing outfits with more modest attire, remove the arm and mouth restraints, and reduce the general public’s sense of aversion. We would also guarantee the athletes’ anonymity by never revealing their faces and letting them compete under stage names.
After chatting a while longer about the Human-Horse Arena, the secretary returned to her duties and I focused on the documents again. In the end, we decided to reduce the number of aesthetic machines due to Eden’s tight finances. We would start with a small number and add more as the number of Mares grew.
I was in the middle of noting the changes when the door burst open and Master entered with Rico. Rico now served as Master’s attendant, standing at the forefront of her rule. As brilliant as he was, he had quickly mastered the role. He stood beside her in a maid uniform, smiling gently. I had heard that wearing the chastity belt for so long had completely destroyed the sexual function of his male organ, leaving only a tiny organ for urination. Master, seeing him that way, seemed to have lost all sense of him as a man and now treated him as a female attendant.
With his small, delicate frame neatly dressed in a crisp maid outfit, hair grown out and tied up, and light makeup applied, there was not a trace of masculinity left in him. Master approached me directly, studied my face, and said, “That doll-like, expressionless face tells me you’re Elisha. Where’s Kyubey?”
“She’s sleeping right now. She couldn’t sleep at all last night.”
“Stayed up all night rolling around with that husband of hers again?”
“With Master and two other Blackmen, the three of them together.”
“Goodness, make her show some restraint. Elisa’s listening too, isn’t she?”
“Yes, Lady Maria.”
At Master’s words, Elisa immediately seized control of my body and answered with a bright smile. Elisa’s overflowing cuteness had earned her the affection of many around us.
“By the way, Lady Maria, what brings you looking for Lady Kyubey?”
“Kyubey’s new body is complete.”
Finally, it’s done.
Compared to Sister Uriel’s full-body prosthesis, chosen for divine combat support, Sister Kyubey’s pure human body had taken longer because of the time required to stabilize after rapid growth. The pure flesh created from my DNA would look quite different from my current, heavily modified form.
“We’ll perform the Mahak implantation at the same time as Kyubey’s transfer. Elisa, prepare yourself.”
“Yes, Lady Maria.”
“Tsk, I wanted to deliver the good news in person, but she’s asleep. I’m busy, so I’ll be going.”
“I’ll let Lady Kyubey know when she wakes up. Safe travels.”
As Master turned to leave, Rico bowed politely and followed after her. Ever since Master had an elevator installed beneath the temple, she came down whenever she had a spare moment. Elisa saw her off, then naturally took a seat and began handling the work. She had been doing my job more and more often lately. Honestly, she was better at it and faster, so I felt embarrassed even offering to take over.
Is Elisa better at work than me because she’s an AI?
“Miss’s brain has excellent processing power, so my own abilities have improved accordingly.”
Then why am I like this?
“Hmm~ Perhaps it’s because you’re not interested in this field? I’m not interested in music, so I don’t know much about it.”
Is that so?
Once Elisa took over the work, everything proceeded smoothly. The secretaries’ reactions were even better than when I handled things myself, which left me feeling a little sulky.
Time passed again, and the day finally came for Sister Kyubey to move into her new body.
“Once Sister leaves too, it’ll just be me and Elisa.”
“It’s not like we’ll never see each other again. Why do you look so sad?”
“In a way, you’re all my other selves. When Sister Uriel left, it felt like something was missing inside me.”
“Now that you mention it, the analysis during the transfer showed decreased brain activity. It was just a feeling, but my head felt lighter too.”
It was true. Right after the transfer, I had felt exactly as she described. It soon returned to normal, but the sense of an empty space where Sister Uriel had been left me feeling forlorn.
“Well, it recovered quickly enough. By the way, Elisa, don’t you need a body?”
“Me?”
“You’ve grown up now. Don’t you want one of your own? Since you’re an AI, we could prepare a good android for you.”
“I like this body. Heehee.”
Elisa hugged my body tightly, stroking it with obvious affection.
“You like my body that much?”
“Of course. It’s the first female prototype full-body prosthesis. Its performance is outstanding and it’s extremely rare. Also, the reason I can express emotions so naturally is probably because I’m using Miss’s brain. If I transferred to an artificial brain for androids, I’d become a simple AI like all the others, right?”
Elisa’s eyes sparkled as she showered my body with praise. Hearing how comfortable it was to use made me feel rather pleased.
“So natural emotions only arise from a biological brain that produces chemical reactions?”
“And it requires delicate, complex input and transmission of all kinds of information through the brain’s neurotransmitters.”
“It seems you’d need a system as sophisticated as a full-body prosthesis. A simple mechanical android probably couldn’t manage it.”
The two of them began another conversation that was difficult for me to follow. Before it grew any more profound, I cut in.
“More importantly, once Sister leaves as well, does that mean I can move freely?”
“Oh, that’s right. Uriel and I have been using your body for over four months, so we’ve spent most of our time inside. It’s about time you had your freedom back.”
“Then there’s somewhere I really want to go.”
“Where?”
“I want to visit the place on the business card I received before. I’d like to learn singing properly.”
“Miss is always searching for music-related information on the internet even when she’s inside.”
“I was worried because she’s so docile and passive, but I’m glad she has something she likes and can lose herself in.”
While we talked, Elisa casually placed her hand between my legs. I was a little flustered that she would boldly touch my pussy right in front of Sister Kyubey, but my body automatically spread my thighs to welcome her hand.
Hugging me from behind while she caressed my pussy, Elisa spoke to Sister, who was watching with great interest. “I’m taking good care of Miss, so don’t worry.”
“Oh~ Elisa, you’re quite the capable one. Shall I teach you a few things?”
“Ah, really? Thank you, Lady Kyubey.”
Just then, Isabel sent word that preparations were complete and they were ready to begin.
“Let’s talk more later. I’ll teach you the proper way to tame humans.”
“Yes. Hehe.”
“Um, excuse me… what about my opinion?”
I was right there in front of them, yet they spoke so openly about managing and taming me. Sister gave me a bewitching smile and lifted my chin with her finger.
“Does that mean you don’t like it?”
“Ah, n-no.”
That captivating smile drew the answer from me before I could stop it. Truthfully, I had secretly been enjoying Elisa managing me and had simply accepted it.
“I’ll teach Elisa thoroughly so she can handle you properly. Look forward to it.”
“I’ll study hard.”
“Mhm.”
It somehow felt like it had been naturally decided that Elisa would be the one managing me. Then Isabel gave the signal, and just like when Sister Uriel transferred, I lost consciousness.
And so Sister Kyubey left my body as well, leaving only Elisa and me. During the smooth transfer, an unexpected problem was discovered: the slime that had been parasitizing my uterus.
When they opened the abdominal shell to expose the uterus for the Mahak fragment implantation, the slime’s presence was finally revealed. It had been completely settled inside my womb for several months.
Sister Kyubey displayed an image of my full-body prosthesis with its abdomen open on the monitor and said, “Look at the uterus here. See how it’s pitch black and glossy on the outside too? It hasn’t just invaded the interior; it’s eroded the exterior as well, transforming the uterus itself. The slime has fused with it and is now acting as the uterus. So fixing it doesn’t mean removing the slime. We’d have to extract the slime-turned-uterus and implant an artificially cultured new one.”
It certainly looked like a glossy black latex pouch, just like the inside of the uterus I had seen before.
“So I closed it again for now. We need your opinion too.”
“I’d completely forgotten about it.”
“Well, it was parasitizing you so perfectly. And to think I said I’d raise it as a pet, yet I forgot. Honestly.”
Sister Kyubey shook her head in a body that looked exactly like Master’s and sighed. If not for the vivid succubus pattern on her lower belly, I might have mistaken her for Master. But since they were both using bodies cloned from my DNA, it was only natural.
If there’s no major problem, can’t we just implant the Mahak?
“Will the slime cause any big issues?”
As Elisa wondered, whether the slime posed a serious problem was the important question. It had been lying in my uterus as if dead for nearly four months, only absorbing nutrients, so it didn’t seem dangerous, but we still needed to check.
Sister Kyubey crossed her legs and poked my lower belly repeatedly with her tail.
“There’s no sign of it eroding any organs outside the uterus. But since the uterus itself has become slime, no one knows what problems might arise.”
“I’ll check directly.”
It had been a long time since I focused my mind and shifted my consciousness into my uterus. The view that greeted me showed an even glossier surface than before. The small, pulsing black uterus, synchronized with my blood flow, had even created blood vessels inside itself. It was fully integrated with my body’s biological tissues, sharing blood.
When I extended the tentacles inside my womb, they emerged completely composed of black mucus. Previously they had only been coated on the outside; now they were entirely latex tentacles all the way through. Still, they moved as I wished. As I probed the interior, I felt a texture and elasticity identical to real latex. It even secreted a glossy oil-like fluid, creating an incredibly smooth sensation that fascinated me.
Following the fallopian tubes, which now shone clearly thanks to the gloss, I found ovaries that looked like black latex spheres. However, unlike the uterus that had fully fused with the slime, only the outer surface of the ovaries had turned to latex. The interior remained biological. When I focused on ovulation, the conclusion was that it was still possible. Strangely, even while parasitizing the host’s reproductive organs, it seemed to have preserved the ability to produce reproductive cells.
As an Abaddon Queen, my uterus only needed to produce eggs to become pregnant with either Abaddon larvae or human fetuses. Even though it had transformed into something latex-like, the presence of blood vessels and flowing blood inside meant implantation would not be a problem.
Perhaps sensing me poking around with my tentacles, a small slime emerged from the uterine wall and tapped at them. This mini slime was much faster and glossier than before. After tapping my tentacles a few times, it seemed to decide I was not a threat and was reabsorbed into the uterine wall.
In a way, that mini slime seemed like an immune function that monitored and eliminated intruders. Looking at it this way, it appeared far gentler and safer than Tia, who had instinctively eroded and modified the nervous system. I thought it would be fine to continue living together like this and withdrew my consciousness.
When I opened my eyes, I saw Sister watching me with concern. Noticing my gaze, she asked curiously, “Your expression never changes, so I can’t even guess. How is it?”
“It’s better than I expected. The uterus is functioning normally, and the slime is surprisingly well-behaved. The latex-like material actually seems to have made it more resistant to disease and injury than when it was biological.”
“What a peculiar parasitic creature. More importantly, are you okay? A woman’s most important organ has been devoured by slime.”
“I’m fine. I’ve always been positive about symbiosis, haven’t I?”
The result of living in symbiosis with so many different beings was who I was now. If I had not symbiotically bonded with Master and Tia, there would be no Sister Kyubey, no Sister Uriel, and no Elisa.
Hearing my answer, Sister gave an expression that said of course you would say that, then lifted my clothes and pressed her finger into my navel, pushing upward. The center of my abdomen split open cleanly, the outer shell parting to both sides to reveal the interior. After manipulating it a few more times to clear away the internal partitions and expose the uterus, she took out a Mahak crystal from a small metal box and said, “Seeing it in person, it really is pure latex. What is this mucus? It’s so smooth and pleasant to touch.”
The sensation of my uterus being touched so carefully by her fingers brought intense sexual pleasure.
“It used to be a biological organ, so touching it carelessly would have been dangerous. But because it’s latex now, its durability is incredible.”
“Hngh… please be gentler.”
As Sister’s touch grew bolder, oil flowed from the plump, kneaded uterus, increasing its shine. Then the mini slime I had seen inside suddenly popped out and began pushing Sister’s hand away with its whole body, as if protecting the womb.
“Oh my, oh my. Isn’t this the slime from before? Look at it trying so hard to push me away. It’s too cute~”
“Hnn… it was trying to protect me inside the uterus too. It seems like some kind of immune response.”
The slime, which had been struggling to push her finger away, carefully detached itself once the finger stopped moving. It tilted its body this way and that, examining the finger. Sister watched with an expression of pure adoration and pointed at the slime.
“Give it to me.”
“Um, it’s not something I can give away freely…”
“Hmph.”
Sister snatched up the slime that had been observing the situation. The slime wriggled desperately, trying not to be pulled from the uterus, but it couldn’t resist the lifting force and came free. Between the slime and the uterus, a thin black thread like an umbilical cord remained connected.
“Huh? What’s this?”
It looks just like an umbilical cord.
“Elisa says it looks like an umbilical cord.”
“Does it?”
When she grabbed the cord with her finger, the struggling slime began trembling violently. It curled up tightly, shaking as if terrified.
“Judging by this reaction, it seems like it would be bad if it were separated.”
“It looks pitiful. Just let it go.”
“Goodness. You’re probably the only woman in the world who would feel sorry for the slime that ate her own uterus.”
Sister lowered her hand and gently placed the slime back onto the uterus. Freed from her grasp, the slime moved slowly across the surface before seeping back inside and disappearing. Sister touched the spot where it had vanished and said, “That’s it. Let’s call this child a Latex Slime. Since it’s a new species, it’ll probably end up in the monster encyclopedia.”
“That’s a very straightforward name.”
“Its danger level will probably be rated quite high. After all, it’s a parasitic type.”
With those words, Sister pressed the Mahak crystal firmly against the uterus and infused it with vital energy.
“Aahng!”
“Endure it. I have to embed the Mahak into your womb.”
I clenched my teeth against the overwhelming pleasure brought by the vital energy. The Mahak, which had been burrowing into the glossy surface of the uterus, was soon swallowed by the black mucus. At the same time, an explosive wave of ecstasy crashed over me and my consciousness faded.