Comm: Popgum Lets Herself Go (18+)

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Summary: The bubble-gum superheroine Popgum perks herself up after a busy day of do-goodery with plenty of sugary snacks and a melty good time, but her melty sticky body proves to be something of an encumbrance. Commissioned by jack2112.

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Mild-mannered Penelope Bobrovsky—more wildly known as the sickeningly sweet gummy superheroine Popgum—had to, quite literally, pull herself back together after a treacherous encounter with the roided-up supervillain, The Tanker. She should've been more upset that such a dangerous bad guy had eluded her, but other thoughts nagged at the back of her mind.

Wandering the streets in a tight-fitting jumpsuit, she kept to the well-lit areas as she hurried to her apartment complex; as she hurried along, avoiding the leery looks of weirdos out late at night, she kept to herself, brushing back her blond hair. She figured her superhero identity was safe; apart from her skin looking as normal and fleshy as ever, she lacked the bubble buxom that had been something of a staple for her.

Still, as she hurried, she could feel heat building within her, her thighs and chest chafing; as she ducked into her building and out of sight, she noticed herself sweating something fierce... except her sweat had taken on a thick, pasty quality.

She'd have to hurry. She rushed into the stairwell and ran up the steps, her arm elongating on its own as she reached for the top of the hand-rails, and pulled herself along and upwards.

Six flights of stairs later, she had reached her floor. And her room, No. 305, wasn't much farther. She jammed her finger into the lock; it slid inside the keyhole with a muted squelch, undoing the latch and opening the door.

As she disappeared inside, the door slammed behind her. She pressed her back against the door and sighed, her arms dangling at her side.

"Ugh... so hot..." She groaned, rubbing her body against the door as her hands scrambled to her chest. Her fingers worked to unzip her jumpsuit, arching her back as she revealed an overtaxed bra, pink gummy flesh pressing against the cups of her lingerie. Her chest pulsated as she frantically undid the straps...

BABUMP! Her breasts emphatically inflated in rhythmic pulsations on their own, no longer constrained by tight fabric. With every breath she took, her chest inflated another cup size or two, until they had reached the size of basketballs. Her hands lowered to her jeans, wresting them off with an exaggerated gesture as her bubble ass bounced outwards, pressing against the door.

"Oh my god that feels so much better...!" Penelope exclaimed, running a hand through her hair to undo her ponytail; she popped a large, shiny, bubble-gum-looking hairpiece that had held her hair together and popped it into her mouth, chewing it like a giant bubblegum ball. She moaned, smacking her lips as her body rippled, and her proportions grew.

Her peach-like skin soon took on a familiar glossy, hot-pink hue as her skin reflected the light from her overhanging fixtures; her blonde hair developed pink tresses before melting altogether, and her dump truck ass, which had swelled wider than the door frame she leaned on, cushioned her lower body.

In a matter of moments, Penelope had let her true form show its vibrant, tasty colours, and the heat that had been building up over her entire trek home had finally found some sense of relief. Trickles of melty pink ooze slide down her curves as she drank in the afterglow of her release, her gummy fingers lowering to rub her inner thighs. Her feet were largely unrecognizable, disappearing under a slowly-growing pile of pink gummy slime.

"Time to perk up a bit. Get something sweet and indulgent inside of me." She licked her lips, her entire body wobbling with every slight movement; her ass practically peeled from the door in sticky, strand-like threads before snapping back and sinking into her amorphous body. Her liquid-y hair draped over her shoulders, slipping into the cleavage between her enormous, perfect, perky breasts as thumb-like nipples stood proud and erect, pointing towards the kitchen.

As her halfway-melting body took step after step, her own stickiness resisting her path forward, she reached an arm forward, her boneless limb fumbling for the pantry. In her dazed, painfully aroused state, her hand fumbled for the handle, her fingers splaying against the door and slithering in all directions. Huffing a sigh, she coaxed her head forward to follow her arm into the kitchen as the rest of her body wobbled into a completely different direction. Her free arm twisted around her elongated neck, following her into the kitchen.

Her pantry look indistinguishable from a Wonka-esque candy shop, lined with confections, taffy treats, and a helluva ton of sugar. She reached for the sugar with one ropey limb as the other fumbled for a pot, clattering it to the stove; flicking the burner on, Penelope reached for a full sack of sugar, and dumped its entire contents inside the pot, stirring it around with her hand as it morphed into a spatula.

She salivated as the sugar dissolved into a syrupy consistency, her body trembling with anticipation. Ever since her life-changing encounter with an irradiated piece of chewing gum, her amorphous body craved sugar, in higher and higher quantities. But she found melting it down kept her body from forming annoying little crystals, and really helped to concentrate that sugary goodness.

Eating sugar was an orgasmic experience, the way it heated up her entire body, sent tingles up her spine, before ebbing away into a pleasant afterglow. She could spend entire evenings slurping up sack after sack. Penelope had taken to playing with her food more and more, eager to slip lollipops into her labia, letting her slick pink womanhood lick and suck at the sweet treat... but the foreplay would have to come another day, she needed her fix now.

As the sugar melted into an unhealthy slurry, she dipped into the pantry to pull out some discount holiday sweets—a rainy day stash for her hunger pangs. The giant chocolate bunny was an especially welcome treat; as her tongue lashed out to wrap around it and bring it inside of her expectant mouth, her luscious lips smiled, not even chewing as her agitated body flared up, melting the confectionary creature down into a molten slurry. She washed it down with some half-dozen sugary sodas and energy drinks, the carbonated buzzing spreading to her limbs as her body sloshed.

A growing woman needed her energy, after all, and the way that her chubby curves slid up and down her bulging body, she had grown quite considerably indeed. She much preferred letting herself loose in the privacy of her own home—strapping up every curve of her body during the day to not draw attention was torturous, but it was all worth it if she could indulge her body's unique needs at home.

As she stared into the pot of caramelized goodness, she licked her luscious pink lips, raising the pot to her lips and drank it down; the piping-hot syrup trickles down her throat, heat traveling across her apartment as her body stretched through her apartment, settling in her gut several rooms over. She chased the flow of raw sugar with bags of marshmallows swimming in bowls of thick syrup, the sloshy sensations in her body firming up with the thick paste-like home concoctions. A perfectly balanced meal...

"Today was rough... need more..." She slurred, her hand grasping for a second sack of sugar, tearing it open with her molars, and shaking its contents into her wide, stretching mouth, filling her mouth full with sugar; she swallowed, a fat lump of sugar travelling down her throat as she smiled drunkenly, shoving handful after handful as her overstretched limbs lurched across the floor, leaving taffy-like strands in her wake.

She met up with the rest of her body in the bathroom, her limbs and head slumping into a pink, liquid mass of molten bubble gum that bubbled and stirred; the rest of her body was unrecognizable, melted down into slag. Penelope dipped into the tub, purring as the tactile sensation of her own gummy skin sticking to her, peeling and gripping her sensitive parts over and over, multiplied a thousand times over.

"Aaah..." She shifted as her head slumped back, her heavyset proportions rubbing against the sides of the tub; pink, gummy ooze trickled over the sides of the tub in slick streams as she shifted, settling in as her hot body shifted to suit the curvature of her porcelain tub. After her sugary feast and a quick stupor, she would be right as rain, and more stunning than ever.

...And yet, her rest was hardly peaceful. The sensations she felt in the alley, as the target of that dastardly weapon wielded by The Tanker, rose to the fore of her sleepy, sex-addled mind. Formless visions danced through her body as she stirred, licking her lips as she rocked her hips.

"O-oh... god..." She purred, her breasts pumping, inflating on their own, her nippled hardening and pointing straight at the ceiling. She raised a sopping wet hand to grasp one of her enormous nipples in her palm, as her other hand dipped below the surface of her bubbling pink ooze to tease her swollen gum clit.

Her body rocked and gyrated as she found herself in an otherworldly dream, her semi-fluid body bending and yielding to an invisible, yet powerful force; she could feel a powerful meaty forearm thrust into her sopping wet pussy, unceremoniously tightening its grip on her bright pink clit, and stretching it out further and further, thrusting into her over and over. She clenched the of the tub with a sprawling pink arm, ooze trickling down her shoulders as her body rocked, over and over as taffy-like goop splattered across the walls, her lower body stirring into an unrecognizable slurry as her wet dream got her off over and over again.

She felt herself pounded and stretched across the rough pavement, her sensitive nipples made to brush against the ground; she imagined herself freezing and thawing in rapid succession, her nipples breaking off, slipping inside of her, and reforming to renew the sex-addled cycle. She felt herself pinned down by an overwhelming forward, her hot breath accelerating with each phantom thrust.

POP!

Penelope was startled, awakened by a sound resembling a popping balloon, her iris-less eyes opening to find that one of her breasts had popped, sagging pitifully on her chest. The other, now the sole occupant of her heaving buxom, pulsated with each breath she took, swelling to the size of a medicine ball; it pinned her to the bathtub.

"Eheheh..." She purred, raising both hands to massage her breast, groaning as the tip of her six-inch nipple brushed the bar to the shower curtain. She clenched her fingers, digging into the thin, rubbery skin of her breast, coaxing it to POP! as well, sending gummy strands of her own body splattering across the bathroom tiles.

Penelope massaged her chest, cupping her flat chest until little orbs reformed once more, pulsating to life once more, nipples erect and throbbing. She licked her lips, tasting the berry-like sweetness of gum, and leaned her head back, the sounds of shifting wet ooze and the pumping of air into her chest with every breath. Between the static sounds of these tactile sensations, she leaned back once again, dreaming lewd thoughts of her sweet, sexy body...

And when the haze of lust had washed over her, she stirred awake, slick in her own juices; her tongue lolled as she panted. The heat stirring inside of her body had found some relief, but she found herself slick with her own juices, thick globules of sweat trickling down her curves. Her amorphous hands clutched the side of the bathtub, trying to push herself upright; it proved to be a struggle as she practically peeled herself from the porcelain, strands of gum following in her wake as she lurched to her feet.

She reached for the towel reflexively, trying to wipe off some of the fluids and sweat that trickled along her body, but that mostly resulted in a pink-stained towel that clung to her curves like a second layer of skin. She stretched her arms over her head, feeling her clingy body resist her movements more and more, every step a struggle as she left gummy strand-like footprints in her wake.

She flopped onto bed, her arms lashing forward to coil around the bedknobs flanking her pillow as she dragged herself forward, twisting and turning as her blanket clung to her sticky, pasty sides. She lowered her head, her inflated breasts cushioning her as her eyelids fluttered and her body sagged, exhaustion washing over her.

Even as she slept, she lowered a hand to her pulsating labia, her fat fingers slipping inside of her with playful abandon as she moaned quietly, the bed cushions squeaking underneath her. Her hot, sweaty body soaked through to her cushions, making a mess of things... but that would be a problem for Future Penelope.