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Prompt: The Space Rubber Experiment (Part 4)
🕑 Added 2023-08-13 16:09:50 +0000 UTCSummary: An alien scientist with ghost-like properties infiltrates a university, disguising as a typical student to draw them into an experiment to convert their body to space slime; when their friend tries to intervene, the alien's pet symbiote joins with her; one girl of space rubber, another of space goo, and an alien girl studying them both... university is weird. Commissioned by Someone anonymous for the Com-RAD tier in August '23
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Rachel still had plenty of untapped energy, and a crippling lack of self-awareness, so she carried on with her everyday activities, none the wiser as to what was going on with her body. Mira liked this unquestioning quality of Rachel as, disguised as a pencil-skirt-wearing student, she silently trailed Rachel for some time.
When Rachel approached another student asking for directions to the gym, Mira got an idea... it'd be easy, all she'd have to do is beat Rachel to the gym and... direct her to a specific, empty room. Mira smiled to herself; she was smart enough to understand that the quickest route to your destination was a straight line, so she paced towards a nearby wall. It looked strange to see a girl purposely run into a wall, but as Mira's ghostly form left the possessed, corporeal form of another student, she disappeared through a solid brick wall, fluttering along across campus.
Rachel gawked and hurried to help the disoriented girl up, because she was nice like that; once she made sure she was okay, she'd make a beeline towards the gym. There, she'd find the usual sights; a variety of weight-lifting equipment, some aerobic machines, televisions hanging over treadmills and... just one other woman. Her skin was tanned, and if Rachel's eyes weren't wandering around the rest of the room to take note of the equipment available, she'd certainly be drawn to that six-pack that you could grate cheese on.
"Wow! Practically empty, nice!" Rachel exclaimed.
"Hey Rachel!" The sporty woman waved, performing reps with a dumbbell with some... horrible technique. Rachel noted. But she wanted to be polite.
"Heyyyy!" Rachel waved back, before tilting her head. "Have we met somewhere before?"
The sporty woman had curiously, vibrantly green eyes that shimmered like emeralds; she waved off the question with a flick of her wrist.
"Don't worry about it!" The woman beamed, raising the dumbbell over her head and doing a little twirl. Rachel, taking the suggestion at face value, decided not to worry about it. "See anything you wanna try out?"
"Mm... I'll try the dip bar, that's free, right?" Rachel gestured over to the corner.
"All yours!~" The sporty woman grinned, the corners of her mouth curling. Rachel hopped over, excited to get started. The sporty woman hopped to her feet and headed towards the door... discreetly locking it to prevent any unwanted guests. With Rachel's back turned to her, she summoned a clipboard of light, and prepared to take notes; if everything aligned...
If my calculations are correct—and they certainly are—Rachel will be advancing to the next stage of her metamorphosis... Mira thought to herself with an excited smile.
Rachel began with pushing exercises, her hands firmly gripped on both bars and pushing herself up. As her feet left the ground and as her legs twisted behind her, she rhythmically raised herself up and down. She expected to work a couple of important muscles like her biceps, but she felt the stretching sensation ripple through her entire arm, her body effortlessly springing with each pump. She felt fine! Maybe it was time to step it up a notch...
She began to tense up her arms, bringing her legs up in an L-pose, aiming to bring them up as high as they could go, until she could feel a twinge of discomfort... but oddly, the twinge never came. She watched as her legs rose higher and higher, the angle between her torso and her legs narrowing. She paused, holding the pose, her arms steady. She felt so light... she tried to wiggle her toes.
Creeeeeak...
"!?" Rachel wondered if she was dehydrated, or suffering from some hallucination, but she could see her legs stretching before her, her defined knees melting into her limbs. Her ankles, then her thighs, seemed to grow distant, further away, growing a foot away at a time.
"Uwah!?"
Rachel was certainly an oblivious sort, but not this time, as her body creaked, swelling all over. She flailed her legs, her noodly legs looping over her head and pressing against her lower back, just above her butt. Rachel cried out, tumbling over as her body shlurked into motion, her body bonelessly flopping as it coiled and zipped around the bars, before her head crumpled to the floor.
The energy bouncing about in her body collected in her extremities; she groaned as her neck, not-so-subtly elongating, pushed her flattened face along the vinyl flooring. As she raised her head, her features unpeeling from the hard surface, she rubbed her face as if in a daze...
...Before gawking again at the sight of her own fingers! Each one was twice, maybe three times as long as they ought've been, and they were writhing like pink little worms, twisting and coiling and bending out of shape. She tried to jump to her feet, but her ankles were notted up within each other; as part of her was anchored to the bars, the other part of her writhed, flailed, and streeeetched even further.
Rachel huffed and moaned, her body feeling like it was bubbling over, her body rubbing against itself, her gym clothes wholly inadequate to cover her increasingly exposed, elasticine body. She moaned as her limbs pushed out in shuddering waves. She hadn't the foggiest idea how long she was becoming, how each of her limbs was growing a foot a minute, then two, three, five... rapidly elogatingly, flowing against each other, piling up into rubbery noodly limbs, her crotch weighted down by layers of her swelling body.
Mira, off to the side, took notes excitedly.
"Subject is exceeding expectations of bodily growth... defying concept of mass... her body is GLOWING with heat..." She muttered excitedly to herself, glancing over to witness Rachel's flushed body, developing a radiant sheen as it coiled around equipment, twisting in bars...
"Agh!~" Rachel cried out ecstatically as a treadmill whirred to life, spurred on by her thigh brushing against the Quick Start button; she could feel her angle drawn into the machine, drawing her close as her crotch pressed against the thread, massaging her crotch. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she sprawled out further, her body wobbling, swelling to greater lengths... the floor and most of the equipment was lost to a sea of noodly limbs.
"My my, you are such a great test experiment!" Mira beamed excitedly.
"I... I am...??" Rachel slurred, her rubbery body rubbing against itself all over. She couldn't focused, she was so sensitive... so horny...
"The perfect one!" Mira beamed, kneeling down. "If you keep up this rate of growth, you'll be ready for the final phase in no time! In fact... maybe I can..."
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
The electronic clipboard buzzed in Mira's hands, and a holographic popup appeared in a strange alien script. Mira frowned.
"Ohhh, nearly forgot to feed Darling today." Mira dismissed the clipboard. "Could you stay put for a bit? I need to check up on her..."
"Hah... hah..." Rachel didn't offer a response, her body tensing and relaxing, operating six different exercise devices at once. She was flushed, her body squeaking, she was too busy touching herself and groping herself all over...
"Thanks hun!" Mira checked on the door to the gym once again—between the lock and the layers of several dozens of feet of Rachel's limbs pressing against the door, it'd probably stay put. She darted to a window instead and hopped out that way, and towards the direction of the big, open fields where she had parked her spacecraft...
That wasn't where she was going to find Darling... as she would soon find out.
