Prompt: The Shapeless Seductress (Part 2)

Summary: 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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[First Part]

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Part 2

Wanda had no worldly idea how long she had been out for. She didn't even know where she had ended up. She was alone, in a big, empty, spacious white room... she thought she might've been in a warehouse, but the spotless white walls and floors, as well as the dull humming of the fluorescent lights illuminating the room told her otherwise.

Stripped of all her clothing, she lay nude on top of a lonely examination table in the middle of the lonely room. No sign of another living being in sight. Wanda, barely lucid, could hardly move; she lolled her head from side to side to look around, her vision blurry. She seemed to phase in and out of consciousness, unaware of her body's shifting and lurching... how that terrible serum she was injected with was affecting her body.

She stirred, trying to get up, but her limbs didn't move. She wasn't being restrained, she was simply that exhausted. She yawned, her jaw popping and cracking as it distended to an almost cartoonish degree, before she smacked her lips.

She felt like she was way too drunk, the world was spinning. Wanda felt... waterlogged, and sticky, and hot. Extremely uncomfortable, compounded more by the unfamiliar, sterile surroundings. Rest was good. Rest was what she needed.

So she slept, her buxom heaving with every breath. She seemed uncomfortable, dews of what appeared to be sweat dripping down her curves. She was positively baking in this heat... her curves seemed to puff up, inflating like buns in the oven, first subtly... her expression winced as her left breast suddenly ballooned to the size of a medicine ball in exaggerated palpitations, before settling to the comparatively more modest size of an F-cup breast.

She clenched her hand, before relaxing, her palm spreading as she groped her deflating breast, fingers elongating rapidly, wrapping around her soft chest and squeezing herself. She smiled drunkenly to herself, spreading her legs... the limbs bonelessly flopped over the sides of the counter, elongating and spilling across the floor in neat piles.

She turned to rest on her side, the back of her body peeling from the rubber mattress. She brought her knees to her chest... her knee joints popped for the last time before melting away, her thighs coiling into little spirals behind her as they curled up from the floor. She murmured something indistinct to herself, her body rocking. Resting her head on her arm, her body rocked, easing herself into a restful position; her body was so soft, like a memory foam mattress that was warm to the touch. Her head sunk into her arms, her cheeks melding with her elbows.

Unbeknownst to her as she snored away, her body grew sleeker, shinier, ever softer to the touch. She had a wide smile, as if whisked away to a pleasant dream. And then her body began to quiver, shifting and writhing on its own. She twisted around in an unnatural fashion, head first like an owl, then her torso, as if she were an action figure, or a pretzel, to turn her back to the ceiling, her pronounced chest cushioning her, as her torso undulated and bent in increasingly dramatic arcs; her sopping wet form splattered with each gyration and, at its peak of twenty feet high, twisted through the air. Her pliable skin writhed through the air like vines, tendrils lashing to the fluorescent lights, coiling and raising her above the ground as her limbs grew longer still, spilling across the ground.

Her flat tummy seemed to grow saggy, distending away from her, before unfurling in all directions as she fashioned a hammock where her overstretched form, snaking above, could relax and slither about. She purred, her body ripping and pulsating, unseen hands prodding at her form like she was getting a massage from twenty bodybuilders. Her arms and legs shifted along the ground and clambering up the walls, zipping about at sharp angles resembling some strange art deco art installation. The walls pulsated with her life as she grew and grew, swelling and swelling, the hammock wrapping around her like a single beating heart, surrounded by a mile of her stretched out form. The room was so large, yet she subsumed it entirely!

The pitter patter of what sounded like rain echoed through the chamber. So close to the light fixtures, her soft, pliable body was absorbing the heat, growing oozier and oozier. Trickles of oozy slime crept along her hammocking body, before dribbling around her. Somehow, the massive room seemed to flood with a layer of goo-like liquid flesh an inch deep, and as her outstretched limbs peeled from the walls and the floor, paint-like rain dribbled across the floor, the room flooding.

A disembodied gasp of ecstasy cried out, echoing through the chamber before being absorbed by the pulsating goo that used to be Wanda. The ooze shimmered, shifting, and oozed towards the center of the room, wet shlorping sounds punctuating its every movement. It clambered up to the lonely examination table, momentarily enveloping it as a tidal wave of olive-hued flesh descended upon it. It piled on, tendrils climbing to the top, gyrating and twisting and pulling into itself.

The liquid ooze packed into itself, solidifying into a pile of clay. The clay flopped to its side, its edges morphing, writhing, reshaping itself. Wanda's curves reemerged from the muck, with excess goo slipping into any opening it could: her mouth, her pores, and even between her legs.

Resting on the countertop, sleeping peacefully as if nothing had ever happened, her chest heaved as she yawned, before she smacked her lips. Her body was restored, as if well-oiled and thoroughly massaged. She quietly basked in the glow her own body gave off...

On the other side of a tinted mirror, a small team of half a dozen scientists took notes on clipboards, furiously scribbling away. In the middle of them all, the leery scientist from the bar stood, his face inches from the glass, a wicked smile curling his lips.

"The serum has taken hold completely." He chuckled, licking his lips excitedly. "She is reborn... and ready for further testing."

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