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Prompt: The Yandere Rubber Woman (Final)
🕑 Added 2022-12-11 16:48:37 +0000 UTCSummary: A man finds himself the target of a yandere’ish stalker’s affection , what he didn’t realize was that this stalker was an elastic amorphous shapeshifter and that simply saying no isn’t enough to deter her. She takes it upon herself to show how much better she is compared to any regular girl. “I want to be putty in your hands my love ~ , I can be anything you want me to be~”. This is a prompt for whiteglint for the month of December '22.
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Part 3
It... it hurts... my heart... everything's breaking, I... I'm being torn in two...
Cathy was overcome with a new sensation, a consciousness bubbling within her. She could feel her frazzled mind snapping in two. Despite sharing only the one brain—or an approximation of a brain in her formless, amorphous body—her vision blurred, visions of Steve overlapping with each other.
She felt strange: woozy, yet with a clarity of mind that wasn't there before. It was strange to exist in two bodies, especially as they remained connected by currents of flesh-like ooze. But the woozy half watched her other half press herself upon Steve, dressing him down with fleshy tendrils, a lustful, predatorial look in her eyes. She seemed like a whole other person, Cathy watching as if she were a mile away...
But then her eyes locked with Steve's for a split second, his panicked eyes matching hers. Snapping out of her dreamlike trance, she came back to the terrifying reality; some part of her was acting on its own, and it was hurting Steve!
"DON'T HURT HIM!!" Cathy screamed, lurching forward to tackle her other self to the floor, tendrils of ooze flailing and slopping across the floor in wet smacks. The two manifestations of Cathy wrestled with one another, trying to get a grip... unfortunately, their shared body was too soft, supple, and gooey, and their hands only seemed to grope at their pulsating forms. The world seemed to spin as they stared daggers at one another, their shared vision shimmering in each other's worldviews.
"GET OFF ME!" The lusty Cathy snarled. "HE'S MINE! HE'S OURS!!"
"NOO!! It can't be like this! He has to fall in love with us!" The sentimental Cathy pleaded. "It has to be PERFECT!"
"If it's not working, we have to FORCE IT until it WORKS!" The forceful Cathy growled gutturally.
"WE'LL BREAK HIM!! We have to be GENTLE!!!" Again, the forlorn Cathy shouted. As the predatorial Cathy flailed, the lovey-dovey Cathy pressed down on her chest to hold her to the ground. The fleshy lining along the walls and the floor receded, lurching towards the flailing copies of Cathy on the floor as their limbs flailed, sinking into their slimy flesh, limbs twisting around one another. Steve gawked at the insane display; they seemed to be attempting to strangle each other, but they didn't have windpipes to obstruct.
As their limbs and torsos twisted around one another, their heads pressed together. They were tangled up with each other, bodies pressing together. Their shouting match was interrupted by a chorus of moaning, the two Cathies drinking in the sensation of her body rubbing against itself, two sets of nipples chafing, two clitori being teased between swelling vulvas, streams of fleshy ooze trickling down their cheeks. Their foreheads pressed together, their split minds had a silent accord, dazed by the memories, the nostalgia of their shared experience.
They both loved Steve. They loved him so much. Their shared body rocked with familiar sensations, their memories jogged with happy recollections of all the times she had masturbated to his pictures, slipped whatever she could between her legs while listening to secret voice recordings. Their breath haggard, they leaned into each other, long tongues writhing out, connecting at the tips in a single appendage. They kissed, massaging each other, their foreheads melting together.
Steve is my everything. Our everything. Our undying love... shouldn't be undone by our petty squabbles...
As Cathy's split personality silently communed, the two halves holding each other close, tensed fingers digging into soft, playable flesh, their forms twisted and writhed along the floor. Steve could see the door out of his apartment again, no longer sealed by a membrane of Cathy's flesh. She must be distracted, he thought. He made a break for it!
Shlurp! A fleshy tendril coiled around his ankle. He would've collapsed to the floor, had it not been for two sets of arms lashing out to catch him... one pair for each of his shoulders. They wrapped around his shoulders, curling around his torso and body in a protective cocoon, as Steve was forced to turn around to face the pair of Cathies... two bodies sprouting from the same pile of ooze.
"Steve...~" They said in unison, chuckling at their dissonant chorus. "We have... two minds about this whole situation, but we struck an accord~"
"...You... you did?" Steve shuddered.
"We should all try to be happy, in our happy little family~" The two Cathies giggled. The Cathy on the left tapped her chin.
"We like roleplaying I'll be the good cop, doting over your ever need, patiently waiting until you finally confess~" She smiled, tilting her head.
"And I'll be the bad cop." The right Cathy sneered, licking her lips with a predatory look in her eyes. "And I'll get my fill of your body."
"Love goes both ways, Steve~" The two clones cackled in unison, their formless bodies rising up over him like a tidal wave before washing over him. Steve yelped as he was sent backwards to the floor; his impact was softed by a layer of pulsating flesh that shifted to catch his fall, rippling under his body. Cathy's twin bodies rose up, flanking him from both sides as they wrapped around his shoulders possessively; from the shoulders down, their shared body deformed entirely, clinging as closely to Steve's form as it wrapped around his well-built figure with the tight embrace of a latex suit that was a size too small.
Steve struggled to get free, but he was completely trapped. He could feel small feelers shifting underneath the tightly-bound layer of Cathy's blemishless, peachy flesh, groping at his form, twirling around his cock, teasing it with strokes and licks.
"Ohhhh, you're getting excited now...~" The girls giggled in unison, cupping their size-D chests that sandwiched Steve in their cleavage. Their nipples connected as their four breasts wrapped around Steve, the two clones pulling closer until their faces were mere inches from Steve's exasperated expression. He grunted, glancing down the fleshy cocoon, staring at the massive bulge that was forming at his waist, pressing into Cathy's formless body.
The two Cathy clones moaned in chorus, pressing their heads against Steve's, kissing and groping him, each one playfully fighting for his attention as Steve, so completely bound up, was little better than a plaything in their grasp. Their pouty lips sucked at his goosebump-riddled flesh, nipping at his neck with flirty bites, their overstretched tongues indulging in the drops of cold sweat that trickled down his form. Steve, his body trapped, arms and legs bound, and body being massaged all over, invaded through every opening, tried desperately not to give in... but as Cathy consummated her love for Steve over and over again, so too did her body grow, spreading across the apartment, making it her own little world of intimate pleasure once again.
It was astounding how Cathy's fractured minds resettled in a hurry, but she was determined not to let anything stand in the way of herself and Steve. Not even her own malformed psychology. Perhaps this was the power of love, given flesh.
THE END
Comments
emcalcuadrado00
Oof, it was quite short for how good it was. Sadly it says THE END, so... No more fun Yandere :( she could have gone the route of slowly consuming all the city, spreading her mass until the whole building, then the restaurants and adjacent houses and so on until everything around him is a facade, and once he escapes, he finds... It's no use, the people walking around are all just Cathy's, their pets are Cathy's, the food served is Cathy's flesh, the cars are Cathy's, everything is Cathy, slowly even the news reporters on TV are replaced by Cathy clones as her mass continues to spread across the country, then the world, ending with Steve trying to kill himself by bleeding himself to death after fracturing his fingers, only to be stopped and encased by Cathy like a symbiote, basically culminating by dominating his own body, and the entire world: at long last, a happy world for the two of them, forever
DownhillRabbit6.1
"Clitori", is not a word I thought I would read today. Nonetheless, nice finale.
