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Prompt: Feeling Hazy (Part 5)
🕑 Added 2022-07-21 14:10:20 +0000 UTCSummary: A scientist sabotages their own lab experiment, turning themselves into a gaseous being. The strange gas they're made of proves to have some strange, calming, even hypnotic qualities to it. Commissioned by Someone anonymous for July 2022.
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Part 5 (Jul' 22)
The apparatus to make a new body for Wendy would, in theory, be an expensive and time-committing endeavour, beyond the mandate of their own laboratories. The infusion of bio technological solutions were a whole separate field compared to the shipping transport solutions their lab had worked on to this point, and no labs were concerned with human experimentation either, if they wanted to remain above board.
And it wasn't like a gaseous woman, attached to an improvised genie's bottle, would be able to procure the materials by herself. Felicia would have to suffice as a middle woman, handling all the chores a corporeal form could handle... but it wasn't like their lab had the finances to construct a whole new device amenable to their current needs. Not to mention that their financial benefactors would have questions about such a device within the framework of their mission statement...
Oh well, Wendy concluded. Better to press forward and save the middling concerns for later. It wasn't like Felicia was in any position to refuse her requests.
Like a malevolent spirit, Wendy had taken to occupying Felicia's body, taking her will and spirit for her own. It was a strange feeling, residing in someone else's body. You saw the world differently, and the yearnings of the body were your own. Wendy was disappointed to find that Felicia's cravings rubbed off on her, especially that annoying predilection for nicotine.
Wendy concluded that, perhaps, some hypnotic therapy would help. Her wispy form had such an easy time penetrating the neurobiology of human beings... perhaps she had stumbled upon a revolution in addiction therapy.
Wendy found long periods of possession to be rather tiresome; on those days, she remained attached to Felicia's hip, occupying the handmade artifact. Just as well, they needed to shop for components to prepare a new machine—one that would grant Wendy the body she desired.
"I don't know why I need to carry you around like this." Felicia muttered, taking her car out of the downtown core and out to the city limits, where a lot of warehouses were situated. She threw on a purple raincoat large enough to disguise the annoying metal contraption she had to drag around with her. And it was just as well, she wasn't sure if that thing was waterproofed. It rode shotgun in her Lexus.
I don't force you to do anything, dear. You like doing favours for me. You like keeping me close...
Felicia shuddered as Wendy whispered, directly in her head. Even while resting in her little jar, Wendy had a hold on her mind. It manifested in subtle ways—a strange anxiety whenever she was away from Wendy's device, a greater susceptibility to suggestions... and she wondered if her tastes were changing too, to appeal to Wendy...
The thought of her becoming a vessel for Wendy was incredibly disturbing, and she wondered how much of her individuality ebbed away the longer their weird, symbiotic relationship persisted. She hated the idea, yet she found a sick pleasure in being paraded around like a model.
In any case, if she wanted her personal life back, she'd need to ferret out some supplies, so they drove out to a parts warehouse on the outskirts. They had a contact who did a lot of importing from Germany and Japan, rare parts that would be tricky to come by otherwise.
Felicia paged the front desk to let her in, and strolled in.
"Hey, uh, I'm here to pick up some imported parts. For Dr. Wendy Hart." Felicia explained to the woman working the front.
"Oh yes, right here." The lady reached under the counter, pulling out a cardboard box. "An ion-charged ray shifter, an electro-plasma replacer, and a delta-wave energy core. And how will you be paying for this today?"
Felicia cringed. They didn't much plan on paying for, well, any of it. The cost of these components would rank in the tens of thousands of dollars, at a conservative estimate, and the laboratory was hawkishly audited for its expenses. Felicia remembered the time she got a talking to about the time she added a dessert to her work tab on a business trip...
Her hand lowered to Wendy's contraption.
"Will this suffice?" Felicia smiled, twisting the top open. There was a soft hissing sound as green, wispy tendrils of mist began to waft about, filling the room with a pleasant, disarming aroma. The wisp drifted around the room in gentle waves, concentrating around the woman at the counter. Her jaw went slack, her body froze up as if standing at attention. Her eyes began to flash curious, mesmerizing colours...
The gaseous form of Wendy materialized from the mists, connected to the jar via a wispy tail. She coiled around her prey, lowering her head and pursing her translucent lips to whisper into the lady's ear.
The price is of no concern...
"Don't worry about... the price..." The woman muttered, as if echoing Wendy's sentiments. The voice in her head didn't much sound like her own, yet she yielded to it without a second thought. It felt nice to obey the voice in her head...
"Really? I don't mean to impose..." Felicia feigned innocence as she casually covered her mouth and nose with her hand... not that it mattered much, as Wendy's enrapturing attention was focused solely on the worker.
"Please... take it... nothing would make me happier..." The corner of the woman's mouth twisted into a drunken smile as she swayed back and forth.
Nothing...? You seem rather tightly wound... what if...
The woman's head filled itself with a stream of lewd ideas, suggestions prodding her in strange directions. Her body acquiesced before her mind could process, her hands slowly moving to unbutton the top of her blouse, moving downwards. Her crotch pressed against the counter as if yearning to be touched, willing to reveal everything to the stranger across from her.
"H-hey, she's an innocent stranger, don't rope her up into your weird dominatrix fetish bullshit." Felicia growled, her eyes narrowing.
Wendy paused, pouted, and shrugged, relenting to Felicia's point. The green mist shimmered, its movement halting, before slipping free of the woman and returning to the jar from which it all came from. Felicia lowered a hand to twist the cap shut, before taking the box.
"Sorry. You'll snap out of it in an hour... maybe. I dunno how much you inhaled." Felicia grit her teeth, letting out an anxious hissing sound. "Probably a lot, huh... ssssooooorryyyy..."
Felicia did a 180 and hurried to the door as the lady chuckled and giggled, swaying back and forth as lewd visions stirred in her dreams. With the box of the important parts in hand, they could finally get to work on Wendy's new body.
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AltrixWrites
Gosh, Wendy is so naughty~ ❤
