The sight walking down the streets was more then just strange. It were two female shaped forms, their entire bodies covered in gleaming, polished and unbroken layer of what appeared to be thick white latex. From certain angle, the reflected light seemed to have a light blueish tint, making it only appear whiter. But the figures themselves was a mockery of the colour of purity, as there was little that was pure about these females. And it was not just the pure white rubber covering their bodies, but also that they seemed to be conjoined.
Their steps as they walked were mincing, as their feet were encased by a pair of ballet heels that were a seamless part of the women’s white latex covering, forcing their to endure standing on the very tips of their toes. Their ankles appeared stiffened and their heels supported by a graceful wedge that merged with the sole of the boots toes of a size not much larger then two or three coins. But it was not only that, as the left leg of one and the right of the other seemed to be merged into a single wider leg, from ballet booted foot up to the hip. In addition, a short length of chain, each link encased in white latex, runs between their boots, attached to rings set into the wedge heel, further shortening their stride.
Between their legs, a long rod hangs from each or their crotches. They are clearly made from metal, but is coated in white latex, with one end appearing to be wedged deep into their pussies and almost seamlessly merged with the rubber of the women’s suit. Still it can move up and down, slipping in and out of the woman’s pussy. The other ends are connected to the rings on the wedge heels with white rubber encased chains, that drag them back and forth independently from each other as they takes their mincing steps. In addition, the rod appears to be longer then their legs, so that its free end drags across the ground, the jolts of each movement transmitted through the metal into the inner walls of the women’s pussies.
Around their waist, they wears seamless white latex corsets, with heavy metal boning inlaid into it, brutally reducing their waists. The corsets do not have any visible means of opening or closing, appearing to be made of a single piece, merged with the suit. A heavy neck corset of a similar design is wrapped tightly around their neck, with a ring dangling on the front, holding a small metal plaque, reading ‘6970’ and ‘6971’. The neck corsets are build specially to not allow the woman any movement of their heads. As a glance moved from corset to neck corset, it undoubtedly will notice that the women’s arms were missing. They appear to have been removed from their body, leaving only smooth expanses of white rubber where their shoulders should be and that the right shoulder of the one seemed merged to the left of the other.
The heads of the women themselves are coated in an even thicker layer of white rubber, making them appear like the head of a mannequin. Their faces have no features at all, only a button nose without any nostril openings, while they eyes are smoothed over. Not even their ears are visible as bumps. Only a thick white and ribbed rubber hose sticks out from where their mouths should be and there isn’t even any visible transition between their hood and the hoses.
On their backs, both the corset and the neck corset are connected by a heavy metal rail, also coated in white rubber, that perfectly contours their spines and are connected to each other at hip and shoulder height. They begins at their asses, where one end appears to be shoved deep into their bodies and runs up and above their heads, ending fifty centimeters over their heads, splitting into two and jutting out to the back and front. The rail is clearly meant to prevent their upper bodies from moving at all.
From the forward end of the rails, a pair of latex encased chains hang down, each chain ending in the piercings of their nipples. The piercings and the chains help support obscenely massive breasts, but rather then four, it seems that this conjoined pair of rubber women only had three, with the center one made from the left and right breast of the pair, creating an even larger breast. The would hang down under their own weight of not supported the chains. These massive orbs of flesh, encased in thick rubber have a natural shape, but it is clear that they are anything but. But, even with their short stride, each step sends these large breasts swinging, moving in rhythm with the movement of their bodies and steps.
From that large central breast, a large bag of translucent white rubber hangs, easily able to hold ten liters when completely filled, suspended by a pair of chains connected to the piercings of that breasts nipple. It is possible to see what the bag contains and it seems to be a mixture of a golden liquid with spits of a milky white. As there is a pair of thin tube of white rubber leading from the bottom of the bag to the women’s crotches, it is clear that the liquid is a mixture of their urine and their cum.
At the same time, the bag is connected to the hoses coming from the women’s mouth, seamlessly moulded into the bag. As the bag expands and deflates with each of the woman’s breaths, it is clear that the bag acts as a rebreather bag, one that has a security valve to prevent over pressure, occasionally adding the scent of urine, cum and stale air to the already powerful smell of rubber that surrounds her. Another valve seems to be connected to a bubbler that is integrated into the bag, allowing them to take a breath of air that has run through the urine and cum.
Finally, from the back end of the rails that runs up her back, a set of white rubber banners hang suspended by those rubber coated chains, each with a different black rubber text on it. ‘Enter Rubber Nirvana’, one of them reads, ‘Worship Rubber’ a second and a third finally reads ‘Extreme Fetish Lovers’.
Despite this scandalous look, the white rubber and the obscenely large breasts, these women seems to be at peace, even if they appear to experience a strong orgasm now and again. Perhaps it is some form of contemplation, maybe penance. All that is known is that they do not seems to care about anyone around them, lost in their own shared rubber world.