Prompt: Feeling Hazy (Part 1)

Summary: 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 March 2022. 

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Dr. Wendy Hart was one of the preeminent leads in emerging transportation technologies, and she was on the verge of a new, paradigm-shifting breakthrough. If everything worked out as she had envisioned, the world would jump forward into a vision drawn straight from Star Trek.

She had worked tirelessly to develop a prototype for teleportation technology, and she was eager to give it a test drive... much to the chagrin of her lab assistant, one Felicia Berry, an intern from the university.

"Are you sure this is safe, Doctor?" Felicia grimaced, hovering near the control panel as she observed the twin pair of high-tech teleportation pods. She adjusted her thick glasses with a trembling grip.

"Frankly, we've broken the entire process down to a science~" Wendy brushed back her flowing blonde hair, approaching the right pod. "Teleportation doesn't have to be so cryptic; it's only the disassembling and reassembling of the most basic building blocks of existence. Hardly a trifle!"

"B-but what if we accidentally... beam you into a table or something?" Felicia pointed out. "Aren't you worried?"

"Ah, then we can just do it again until we get it right. Honestly, you spend so much time worrying about all the things that could go wrong, it's worrying in and of itself..." Hart tutted to herself.

"A lot can go wrong! It's like temporary death, dismemberment even!" Felicia exclaimed, her black hair bun bouncing. "P-please, I insist that we review everything, and-"

"We're as ready as we will ever be for a live test subject, and when the news outlets catch on about my unflappable confidence in our tech, we'll move forward and change the world!" Wendy beamed, opening the door. "Just flick that switch when the door closes!~"

"But-"

Alas, Felicia's concerns fell on deaf ears as Wendy slipped into the soundproofed chamber. With the door closing behind her with an ominous hissing sound, Felicia swallowed back a pang of anxiety.

Her clammy palm gripped one of the levels at the console, and with a beat of hesitation, pushed it forward. The machine whirred to life. There would be no going back now; either triumph or tragedy awaited the both of them now.

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Wendy's emerald eyes lit up as the machine whirred to life all around her, pistons turning in rapid succession. Lights shimmered across her body as metric concerning her height, weight, volume were calculated in rapid succession. Coordinates to the neighbouring pod were already punched in.

Wendy, however, had an ulterior motive for hurrying along the experience. A curious glitch in the disassembly process that excited her greatly; she wanted to move things along so as not to draw pressing questions from her assistant. But now, with the gears turning, everything was in order, and a selection of subtle changes to the machinery overnight that Wendy oversaw herself came into effect.

She wanted to remain academic about this experiment, but her mind turned blank before long as her neurons buzzed into white noise. Pleasure gripped every nerve cluster in her body, and as she shifted, every contact point on her body flared up... like her entire body was one big erogenous zone.

She stood in the middle of the chamber, wearing a self-satisfied smile as the air crackled and buzzed around her. She moaned as her skin lit up, tinglings caressing her curvaceous body, piercing through her lab coat. She wanted to strip down and bare herself whole to the lights that cut across her body, but her understanding of the teleportation technology encouraged her patience.

She straightened up as the air in the room flared up to an uncomfortable temperature. She could feel her clothing disintegrating around her, wisping around her in a steam-like haze. She hugged her D-cup chest as she arched her back, her entire body vibrating and shaking. Her body was getting increasingly agitated down to the molecular level, and her thick curves rubbed over one another, over and over.

"Aaahn...~" She moaned, feeling herself cum a bit; the space between her legs tingled as the clear fluids evaporated in the storm-like conditions that swirled around her. It was like she was standing inside of a thundercloud, bolts of lightning striking at her, tickling her all over in turn.

She exhaled, her eyes glazing over as a lime-green haze escaped her lips. Her skin tingled as her body hairs singed away, her goose bumps swelling to cover her whole body. Her body creaked anxious as her form swelled. Wendy crumpled to her knees, massaging herself all over as her thighs squished together.

Tsssst...

The buzzing sensation that reverberated throughout her whole body intensified as she touched herself all over. The sensation of feeling crescendoed and then, just as suddenly, ebbed away. She couldn't feel her toes against the metal floor, her body breaking down piece by piece as if eroding away. Every pore in her body widened, that spooky green gas wafting around her, filling the chamber.

She moaned once more as her head was consumed by the billowing cloud of wispy gas, a storm swirling within. The machine whirred around her, revving up for the teleportation process...

KCHUNK!

...and then the evidence of Wendy's tampering made itself apparent. A power override shut down the entire facility all at once, leaving it all in darkness. And the back up power supply, intended to safeguard against such outcomes, had been disabled. The disintegrated Wendy floated in a chamber, gaseous and formless, hovered listlessly, the teleportation protocol aborted entirely.

Oblivious to the panic of her assistant outside the lab, Wendy drifted, somewhat cognizant of the world around her. Part of her felt as though she should panic, lamenting the loss of her corporeal form. But flowing like this felt delightful, pressing against the walls, the floor, the glass all at once. The storm swirled within, Wendy's delightful chuckle bouncing along the walls with a disembodied echo.

A human had never destroyed their own body and lived. But Wendy felt alive, to put it succinctly. And she wanted to perform more and more experiments on her new, green, wispy-like form. But she resembled a featurely, lime green cloud, feeling like the contents of a pressurized spray can.

She stirred, waiting for her assistant to rush to her aid... then the real experiments could begin.

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