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Prompt: Popgum's Meltdown
🕑 Added 2023-07-28 21:53:52 +0000 UTCSummary: It's too hot for Popgum the bubblegum heroine, and she makes a mess trying to get around her apartment. Commissioned by jack2112 for the month of July '23.
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Mild mannered Penelope Bobrovsky had wrapped up her day job, but it was the long commute home that really got to her. On smoking hot, middle-of-a-heat-wave sort of days like these, it really should've been illegal to be made to work, Penelope muttered to herself.
She'd rather have slung herself across the metropolitan skyline as her superheroic alter-ego, Popgum, to cut a shortcut back to her place, but she had a secret identity to keep. So she suffered the overcrowded public transit, trying to hold herself together long enough to cool off at home. She desperately hoped that no one else on the train was paying close attention to her as she tried to firm herself up, her supple skin growing softer, sticker with beading, oozing droplets of sweat...
There wasn't any cover from the harsh midday sun as she made her way back to her apartment complex; she huffed, feeling her skin bubble and beginning to ooze through the fabric of her uniform. She tried to air out her clothes, even as they adhered to her seeping skin, picking up the pace as she bounced along on her slowly deforming legs.
Once she had raced up the stairwell and into the privacy of her single bedroom apartment, she heaved a sigh; her semi-liquid body quickly shifted to their "natural" hot pink hue as she oozed out of her clothes; plopping to the floor on gummy strands of sticky ooze, Penelope didn't want to stress about cleaning her clothes. She just wanted to cool off.
...As Penelope relieved herself of her clothes, one glaring problem arose. She outstretched a taffy-like arm towards a control panel on the wall for the air-conditioning. It was set to max... why was there no cold air? Was it... broken...? Or did she forget to pay the bill? How could she forget!?
Penelope shuddered, though the anxious chill that ran through her body did little to cool her sweltering body. She felt her legs grow weak as she staggered to the floor. She massaged her thighs, trying to coax her legs to life, but her hands were quickly lost to the oozing trails of sticky ooze that ran down her shins. A puddle of luscious pink ooze was rapidly forming at her ankles, and she had to move quickly.
Moving in this state was exhausting as every part of her body stuck to itself, and her body itself was sticking to the carpet. She raised her foot, watching as strands of ooze clung to her deforming soles, before folding back into themselves. The room around her seemed to rise around her, the sensation like sinking into quicksand enveloping her as she was reduced to a crawl. She tried to fold up the pools of bubbling pink gum she left in her wave up behind her, folding back into her accentuated bubble butt, her form writhing forward like a pink tide in agonizingly slow motion.
She crept towards the bathroom. A cool shower seemed like the ticket to her condition, well enough to lower her rising body temperature and pull herself together. And, truthfully, the sensation of her liquifying body hitting the cool linoleum provided some degree of relief. She raised an arm towards a dial on the wall as she pulled herself in, resting herself on her butt...
Pop! Penelope cursed as one of her asscheeks ruptured and caused her body to veer to one side, her splaying fingers (swollen, and webbed with sticky gummy lining) pulling the shower hard to the left. What followed was a downpour of steaming-hot water. It would've scalded a normal person, but to Penelope and her resistant, flexible body, she moaned out in agonizing pleasure, the heat striking to her very core.
She was rapidly heating up, and all attempts to reach the dial again were thwarted as her gummy tendrils simply folded after each effort, her body too weak to reach, content to mix in with one another. As steam billowed in the bathroom, Penelope groaned in irritation, and began to lurch out of the shower stall, her molten-hot body struggling to pull itself together.
Her body was mixing around in itself over and over, unseen hands massaging her mass into a pulp. Her mind was foggy with unfocused lust, the sensation of her own body groping her breasts, her ass, her clit, as it folded over itself, mixing and stirring. She was a slurry of sexual energy, and she needed release.
Penelope was too liquid to adhere to herself; her formless body spilled out of the bathroom, tendrils of sticky gum flowing to all corners of her small apartment in waves. Her disembodied voice weakly cried out in a pleasurable moan as her body was stretched in all directions. A million frazzled ideas materialized at once, and carried out simultaneously: a cold siesta in the fridge, an unfurling of her form out the window where it was breezier, even the idea of creeping into the neighbour's quarters crossed her mind; maybe they had functioning AC.
But as Penelope stretched herself out, her body rippled with pleasure, reduced to a liquid, bubbly consistency. Stretching herself dozens of feet across her apartment, clambering up the walls to reach doors, windows, and vents, the simultaneous tug of war her body was experiencing... She felt like her pussy was being riden and run ragged along the carpeted floor, jolts of pleasure bouncing across her entire form.
She huffed, stirring, her molten body struggling to advance as she stuck to everywhere in a spiderweb-like tapestry across her apartment. She trembled, her body rhythmically tensing and relaxing, her disembodied voice huffing and moaning with pleasure as her body, stretched beyond recognition, folded and twisted around each other. Dancing on the edge of climax and exhaustion, she gave herself to the delight of a one-woman orgy, her body inflating with pleasure in all the right spots as pleasure accumulated within her...
POPOPOPOPOP! In a scattered cacophony, her molten body swelled, ruptured, and relaxed as fatigue washed over her. Her spread out body was beginning to cool, but the glow from her one-woman orgy enveloped her all over, and sent her into an early slumber. Perhaps she'd pull herself back together when the sun was setting, and things had cooled down a bit...
