Prompt: The Shapeless Seductress (Part 5)
Added 2023-03-05 22:00:43 +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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Part 5
What followed next was a series of "stress tests" for Wanda, to test the limits of her pliable new form. Wanda, for her part, wanted no part of this madness, but as Blackhart coolly explained the functions of each test, Wanda could feel her body going slack; she'd collapse to the floor on her knees, head hanging, unable to move, as if she were a puppet of supple clay, her invisible strings cut.
Two masked men flanked her on both sides, one grasping her wrists and the other for her ankles. She offered no resistance as her body shifted, her head lolling backwards as they began to pull her in opposite directions. There was that dreadful noise again, that elastic creaking, the tension in her core resisting, before melting away as her body bounced like a hammock. She She raised her head with a grimace, staring at her naval and abs as they stretched, growing thinner and thinner.
She saw the masked man holding her legs heading towards a mid-sized machine resembling a spindle; she twisted her head into a perfect 180, seeing the other man already strapping her wrists into metal restraints. She twitched her fingers, feeling them extend and splay out. The metal was cool to the touch, especially relative to the warmth that pervaded her stretched out form, stretched well past fifteen feet long.
As the machines whirred to life, Wanda moaned, feeling her entire form be stretched further, her overstretched limbs wrapping around the bars as they reeled her in in opposite directions. She could feel herself beginning to coil, her body swaying as it was tugged in opposite directions, her limbs binding into such tight coils, wedging into each other. Wanda wondered as the minutes went one if there would be an end to the strange torture she was undergoing, but as she could feel herself stretching further and further, her body tingling with energy, her body continued to elongate without any sign of resistance, wear or tear, even as her limbs lumped together.
As the machines whirred to a stop, Blackhart approached Wanda's body, leering over her exposed navel, and, with a single finger, pressed down on her form. She bounced back as he let go, her body vibrating like a guitar string.
"Release her." He beckoned with a single hand gesture; the sides of the machine unlatched and tilted, and Wanda exclaimed, her form spilling onto the cold floor. She writhed, her arms and legs tangled within each other. She had no idea as to how far she had been forcibly stretched on those machines, but it had to be in excess of a hundred feet. And her body continued to tingle with trepidation and anticipation, the piles of coiled limbs wrestling each other as they writhed on the floor. She tried to bring herself into a fetal position, only to bury herself in one big pile of glossy, soft limbs, rather than two. She could feel her hands and feet poking through the mess of limbs... were they continuing to grow, even still?
Blackhart, with a wicked smile, made notes on a clipboard. "How are you feeling, Wanda?"
"I-I'm all... knotted up... I can't..." She was stretched to the point of uselessness, being held in place as if she were tied up all over in a depraved display of bondage. "M-my limbs..."
"Tsk. You'll never untie yourself like that." Blackhart snickered. "Reform yourself."
Wanda choked as she could feel her limbs going slack, her body flaring up with a feverish heat! She felt herself spreading across the floor, dollops of paint-like slime oozing down her disparate limbs as she spread into a puddle along the floor; the coils of knots melted away into a large pile, ripples of liquid ooze shifting as it squelched along the floor, collecting towards the center of itself. From the ooze, Wanda rose, standing upright once again as the ooze sunk back into her curves. In a matter of moments, she was whole once again. She studied her perfectly-proportioned arms once again...
"You were well-behaved during the trial. I think you deserve a reward." Blackhart flipped to a new page on his clipboard. "Spread your legs."
Wanda wanted to raise an objection, but her legs acted on their own, stepping apart. The floor rumbled beneath her as a section of the floor shook to life... a circular column, about a foot in diameter, slowly rose, up past her ankles and knees, towards her thighs and her... engorged vulva?
Wanda felt her body sweating, droplets of goo sliding down her curves. She wanted to press her legs together and deny entry to this, this object that was much too large for her. But to her horror, her legs remained apart, almost statuesque, and her vulva... widened on its own as the apparatus crept closer.
Wanda gasped as the rod jerked forward, penetrating her, her opening widening and hugging the sides of the cool metal shaft, as if her lower lips were hungrily devouring it. Her legs trembled as the shaft rose within her, before gyrating in powerful convulsions.
Wanda whimpered as her body was violated, yet her slimy form clung eagerly to the oversized dildo. She could feel ooze collecting at her feet, her body melting in overheated excitement at the display. She looked down, finding her toes had disappeared entirely, melding with a puddle of chocolatey slime. She hugged herself, her arms looping around her midriff and chest in constant loops, her fingers melding with her soft, pliable skin. Her entire body bounced and jiggled, gyrating as the pulsating shaft extended past her womb and hips, into her stomach and even into her chest! She watched with horror as her body warped around the oversized shaft, Her knees trembled as she felt herself rise from the floor... she was completely hollowed out, a person-sized sex-sleeve for a goddamn machine!
She was being made into an exhibitionist fucktoy in front of that awful man and his cronies!
But the worst part about it all was the electrifying feeling she had, her chest rocking, her lower lips tensing, her body soft, pliable, melting... she hated how good everything felt, even as the machine was emulsifying her from the inside out, her sopping-wet hair slapping against her oozing backside. She gasped with delight, dribbles of slime trickling from her agape mouth...
It wasn't long until she was reduced to a sopping wet, liquified mess of a woman, burbling on the floor and slipping free of the oversized dildo, bubbling and burbling in over-sexed satisfaction. Blackhart scribbled something on his clipboard and gestured to the men at the console; the machine retracted back to the floor, leaving Wanda little more than a melted heap of ooze on the floor.
