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Prompt: The Shapeless Seductress (Part 6)
🕑 Added 2023-04-15 16:01:30 +0000 UTCSummary: An exotic dancer is kidnapped by an evil scientist, and is injected with foul serums, rendering her body pliable, soft, and amorphous. She struggles with her new body, sometimes claylike, sometimes gooey, always alien. Commissioned by an anonymous user.
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Wanda had passed out during the overstimulating episode. When she came to, she found herself alone, resting on top of the examination table. There was no sign of Blackhart, or the other lab techs. The lights had dimmed. There was a pervasive feeling of emptiness.
She moaned, rising up from her lying, prone position; she winced as she felt her body resist, her undefined upper back sticking and peeling back, before wrenching free. She felt dizzy and unfocused, her body pulsating; she felt like a water balloon, barely holding its contents in shape.
She squinted, trying to look through the darkness. Across the room was an open door. She wondered if it was a means of escape, or just another cruel taunt from Blackhart. She looked over herself; looking past her swollen breasts, she could see streaks of ooze trickling down her legs and puddling onto the floor. She extended her toe to dip into the puddle; a muted shlurp punctuated the sensation of her own sludgy biomass being drawn through her foot and up through her calf.
She hugged her chest anxiously, freezing as she could feel her arms sinking into her chest. She anxiously pressed her legs together, feeling the space between them melt away.. Every alien cell of her body screamed at her that nothing was right, but... with the sensations she felt now, and the "stress tests" she experienced, she couldn't blind herself to what she was anymore. It felt like she was in someone else's body... an extension of Blackhart.
Wanda furrowed her brows, and looked up towards the doorway. Her grip on the side of the counter tensed as she pulled herself up, stretching her legs towards the floor. She prodded the floor with the sole of her feet carefully, before pushing herself up and placing the whole of her weight on her legs.
Splurt! Her legs bent inwards as they collapsed, folding like accordions as she plopped to the floor with a wet splat. She cried sharply as her buoyant breasts cushioned her fall; she stretched her neck to look over her deformed body, moaning as her body wobbled and writhed along the floor. The rest of her body had flattened her legs into a single amorphous shape, her legs folded and flattened into her behind.
She hadn't the foggiest idea as to how she could reshape herself into a coherent shape... that was all Blackhart's doing. The idea of pleading at his feet again disgusted her. With a frustrated grunt, she outstretched her hands as she flopped forward, her arms stretching to pull her uncooperative body along the floor. As she so fervently struggled, her body flared up, and began to ooze and melt more fervently, her fingers melding into unyielding fins; she tried to curve them into suction-cup like things, but she choked as she could see her arms growing thinner, less defined, their mass sinking into her central body mass.
She looked over herself with disgust at the way her body pulsated, wetly sucking at the floor with each movement. Wanda was thankful that the lights, now turned off, didn't reveal her misshapen, ugly form. She more closely resembled a bloated slug, her fat curves repeatedly melting into each other over and over. Through matted, ooze-soaked hair, she pressed forward, stretching and recoiling her body in repeated undulating motions in a desperate attempt to reach the door. It felt like she was just crawling along the floor at a glacial pace, but she was creeping along through great effort. A trail of her own melty body followed her as she scrunched across the floor.
As she got a better look as to what was through the door, she came to a halt. She huffed, hanging her head. She figured it wouldn't be an escape left for her, no... it was another empty room, with a circular containing forwards the middle. She stretched her neck upwards, streaks of slime trickling down her distended limb as she peered inside. Apart from some strange nozzles within, it was empty. The rest of her body scooched along through the door to give her a better look...
VEEP! All of a sudden, the exit had closed off. "Occupant confirmed: good night, Wanda."
'Good night'? Was this her personal chamber or something? But it was worse than any prison, it was barren! There wasn't even a toilet installed! Where would she go!? She... she still had to go, right??
Wanda didn't have any grasp as to what time it was, but her first day as an amorphous woman left her utterly drained. She'd protest more tomorrow if she had to, but all she could do is make her way into the compartment at the center of the room. It was better than oozing all over the floor, at any rate.
Wanda began to inch forward little by little, tendrils of slime clinging to the side of the compartment. In her snail-like form, she crept up the rim, pulling herself up and along. Her liquified body had melted, reformed, folded over itself countless time over the course of her trek from one room to another that she couldn't tell where she ended and where she began. And, after all that happened, she was ready to throw in the towel and not question things any further, as frustrated as she was that every part of her body had stuck to every other part, melding into a slurry.
With a few obstinate grunts, she heaved herself over the side, tumbling into the container. It was like a curved bowl, more like a steel tub of sorts. There were wires and lights built in along the sides, but she couldn't tell if it was hooked up to any power source in particular. As her body collected towards the center of the bowl, she relaxed, allowing her body to fully liquify into a pudding-like consistency. She could feel her entire body pressing against the sides, expanding to fill up the containing, her head bobbing atop and rising to the rim until she could glance over the sides.
Her eyes widened as she burbled something, her own liquid body pouring into her mouth. She could feel her chin beginning to dribble and drip, her facial features melting as she tilted to the side. Exhaustion was overcoming her, and reforming her completely deformed body was a non-starter with her fatigue. She closed her eyes, allowing her head to sink; she felt her essence spread to the rest of her body. Where her arms and legs were, her hips, chest, ass... none of that seemed all that important at the moment.
The surface of Wanda's liquid form burbled as she exhaled the last breath she was holding, before settling into a tranquil, exhausted stillness. Certainly, there would be more horrors to discover the following day, but oddly, the absence of sound—no heartbeat, no breathing, no whispering or muttering—coaxed Wanda into a meditative state.
Perhaps tomorrow she'd finally figure out her own shapeshifting body.
