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Prompt: The Yandere Rubber Woman (Part 2)
🕑 Added 2022-11-09 13:05:15 +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 November '22.
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Part 2
It had been two months since Cathy had wriggled her way into Steve's life. Steve's life had changed so much in that time. She was always the jealous, envious sort, and she would hold Steve possessively close.
It was eerie how much Cathy had planned out their perfect life together. Steve wouldn't be allowed to see any friends or family ever again... she was all he needed, after all. Steve wondered if anyone was looking for him, and a month prior, he had a shred of hope that he would be rescued when the police showed up at his door...
...But Cathy was a conniving shapeshifter, and she managed a perfect impersonation of his girlfriend, eager to assure the police that there was a mistake and everything was fine. Steve knew better than to speak out at that moment; she had the power to kill anyone she didn't like in a moment's notice. And when they departed, everything would return to their special brand of normal... with Cathy melting and spreading across the entire apartment, so she could be within reach of Steve at all times. Even in the bathroom.
It was extremely rare for the two to ever leave the apartment, and they would have food regularly shipped. Steve didn't know how Cathy managed to keep up the charade, but after two months, he had all but given up hope of being rescued from the outside.
Daily life was the same as it ever was. He would wake up on a mattress of Cathy's flesh, next to the sleeping form of Cathy herself. He would walk across the soft floor of Cathy's squishy flesh, and slip into the bathroom to freshen up. The mirror was useless, the reflective surface obscured by a wall of Cathy's supple, shiny skin.
"Good mooooorning sweetheart~" The mirror of flesh rippled, a womanly face staring back at Steve. She oozed out of the frame, a tendril forming into a hand to stroke his chin. "It's the beginning of another beautiful day..."
"I don't have anything to say to you." Steve grumbled, turning his back to Cathy's apparition. He turned away, only to bump into Cathy's naked form; the soles of her feet sunk into the floor that comprised her, a chamber of her own pliable flesh.
"Awww, did someone wake up on the wrong side of me today?" Cathy tilted her head with a saccharine smile that stretched a little too wide. "Do I need to be softer? Firmer? Just talk to me-" She struck a pose, running a hand down her leg, dribbles of slime coating her finger. "If you just touch me, I'll melt all over you... I'm naked and so, so eager for you to touch and grope me-"
"It's been months, Cathy. I'm not your husband." Steve tried to pace around her, but her form shifted to block his path with a wet squelch. "Just let me go..."
"Ohhh, I can't give you up. Never again..." Cathy fluttered her eyelashes. "I want you by my side, forever... you know that."
"Didn't anyone ever tell you that if you truly love something, you let them go?" Steve sighed.
"Ohhhh, I don't need anyone telling me about what love is." She reached forward, her arms coiling around his bare chest. "I know my love for you has no bounds..."
"Tch. If you loved me that much, you'd understand." Steve wriggled free of her grasp, heading to the bedroom. "You'd at least let me die..."
"Oh no no, I can't let you die!" Cathy pleaded. "I removed all the sharp things for that!"
"It's not right for a man to be hand-fed by his wife! Even if you can make steak knives with your fingers!" Steve snapped. "You're a freakish, obsessed woman with childish fantasies!"
"...Childish...?" Cathy seemed hurt by that. She rubbed her shoulder. "But... we're meant to be together, forever. But I didn't want to be too forward..."
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN TOO FORWARD!?" Steve shouted. "You KIDNAPPED ME, holding me hostage in my OWN APARTMENT!? This is TORTURE!!"
"...Steve... after all this time, you don't understand me at all..." Cathy shook her head. She slid across the floor, her lower body a pillar of ooze. Her ropey arms stretched across the room, placed on Steve's shoulders.
"I have... such powerful, intimate feelings for you..." Cathy whimpered. "I want you to love me... as much as I love you... I want to be a part of you, inside you, Steve, but you won't let me in..." She stroked his cheek tenderly. "All I ask is that you open your heart and-"
"I DON'T LOVE YOU! I WILL NEVER LOVE YOU!" Steve bellowed. "So can the puppy love act and just end it all! If you won't let me go, kill me instead, just END IT!"
Cathy stared, her glassy eyes seeming to look right through him. Her breath was haggard. She clutched her chest, wincing.
"My heart, it's... it's breaking... Steve..." She whimpered, her entire body trembling.
Rumble... the apartment shook. Steve tumbled backwards as the fleshy floor moved out from underneath him. He tumbled onto the mattress... the cloth mattress, as layers of Cathy's supple skin peeled away, traveling to the center of the room... towards her.
As her disparate flesh sunk back into her sensuous curves, her body rippled. She was whole again, but she was shaking widely. She groaned, clutching her head, struggling to hold herself together. She parted her legs as she leaned over, seemingly in pain.
"Nn... Steve..." She whimpered, shaking wildly. "My head..."
"Cathy!? What are you doing, are you... uwah!?"
Steve watched in horror as a seam appeared along Cathy's entire length, as if an invisible blade had sliced her down the middle. From her head down, her skin began to pull back, her center a pulsating, fleshy mass like her. She screamed bloody murder as her body flopped in two directions, like a banana being peeled, and flopped to the floor in amorphous, formless heaps. Her two halves melted into blob-like shapes, pulsating along the ground, shifting apart.
Steve realized that Cathy was struggling with something he didn't understand. He didn't care to understand. The apartment door was unsealed, he could escape! In nothing but his boxers, he made a break for it!
...But a tendril shot from one of the piles, tripping him, bringing him to the floor...
"I gave you a chance... to love me and take my body..." The ooze warbled in a distorted voice. It pulled Steve along the hardwood floor, towards its center. Tendrils of soft flesh writhed, clambering along Steve's form. Limbs formed from the mass, legs and arms of Cathy's body pinning him to the floor.
Her head reformed, eyes narrowed, irises wide, a hungry, predator look, lusty look in her eyes. She panted, her hot air on the nape of his neck.
"I want more than your love, Steve..." Cathy licked her lips, her tongue reaching a length of two feet. "I want your BODY. And now I'm going to TAKE IT~"
Steve yelped as Cathy was already removing his boxers. The air of the room had changed; in the last two months, she had never made a move like this. She seemed like a different person!
He looked to the side, panicking as the other blob shifted into... a clone of Cathy. Two Cathys...?
