Comm: Kitten's Chrysalis (Part 2)

Summary: Kathryn Walker, daughter of the Killer Moth, turned mutant moth marauder, is jailed for life for her myriad crimes. But when she attracts the attention of the deranged goo form formerly known as Madame Rouge, Kathryn delights herself in a fusion of beings... and plans revenge against the superheroes that wronged her. Commissioned by TheDownhillRabbit6.1.

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[FIRST PART]

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Kitten's Chrysalis

Part 2

Kathryn's body tingled with potential. She moaned as electric pulsations shot through her trembling body. She traced the mental map of her body from her twitching abdomen, the sensitive tip continuing to spurt sticky silk along the walls. She held the guards close, feeling their racing hearts, their warmth trickle into her. Her elongated arms, coiled tight around them, rhythmically tightened and relaxed as she sat still, drinking in the myriad sensations that excited her.

She turned to the senior officer clutched in her right arm, her lips pursed. She pecked his cheek with a coquettish kiss, before drawing her neck back to reveal a dissonant, toothy grin.

"Could you get the door for me?" She whispered an innocent-sounding request, fluttering her butterfly wings to fan more of those powder-like pheromones that her body produced like spores. "It's soooo cramped in my cell..."

The guard had long ago forgotten himself, his eyes lost in the twin voids of her black, insect-like eyes. Enraptured by the powerful spell she had cast on him, he stepped forward—her vine-like limbs sprawling to the floor as they unraveled around him—and approached the control panel next to the door. Splaying his palm across the scanner, he scanned his palm, and the door opened automatically.

Kathryn smirked. Her way out of her cell was clear. She paced forward with a confident gait, slowing to run her hand through the guard's hair; his cap clattered to the floor in the process.

"Mmhmhm, you have a magic touch... able to open any lock in this facility."

Her hand lowered to his back in a strange massage. She moaned as her body gurgled forebodingly.

"I'll take that."

She pulled him close, burying his head into her pronounced cleavage. She trembled as she could feel his reflexive gasps of air against her skin, bubbling with pulsations as if her skin was made of heavy cream. Her chest pulsated, her cleavage spreading around him; she arched her back as her body crept along his body, pulling him deeper into her body. She licked her lips as the guard slid deeper inside of her, her skin opening to welcoming him like a cocoon, before closing around him, and compressing hard.

There were a scant few gurgles, her belly rumbling before melting away, smoothing out into an enticing, voluptuous figure once more. There was no struggle; the spell she had cast on him was more than enough to incapacitate him. She could feel his warmth trickle to the nether regions of her body, creeping along to her fingertips and to her very toes. She closed her eyes, her mind swirling with new images, new memories that her malleable mind was eager to consolidate with her own memory.

So much wanton brutality... so much vulgarity...

"Oh... you lost your grandmother's 401k on a silly sports bet..." She cooed, tilting her head with a forlorn expression, patting her belly with a satisfied look. "Well, your pain is my pain now. We'll share everything going forward~"

Her abdomen wriggled with anticipation, stiffening; she turned her head to the side as she looked to the other entranced guard. She pouted her lips.

"Oh? Are you feeling left out?" She smiled. "You can join us!~"

Her backside exploded into a mess of lashing tendrils, her skin taking on a slick, moist texture; she laughed aloud as her shoulderblade split into tentacles, surging towards the man. They wrapped around him, with one slipping down his throat as if to gag him, his throat bulging, before dragging him into the hollow, slick opening where her back had been. Her body ensnared him as her body oozed around him, pulling him into a fetal position and closing around her. Her body contorted around him as a wet sucking noise puntuated her every movement as she vacuum sealed him within, tightening until his expression-less face pressed against her skin. And then it melted into her skin, along with the rest of his form.

Once again, her skin bubbled, flattening out, and restored her old figure. She threw her head back as she collapsed to her knees, her fat labia pressing against the floor. From her womanhood, she oozed a viscous liquid: it bore the hue of her own sleek skin that glistened as if massaged with the finest massage oils.

...Her labia expanded and contracted, as if breathing on its own. She pressed a hand on her belly, smiling to herself as her labia sucked away at her own slime, urging it back into her body. Making her whole.

"Curiouser and curiouser..." She moaned, lowering a pair of fingers to her pulsating womanhood. She stroked around her labia in careful circles, drinking in the hyper-sexualized sensations that washed over her. She practically melted at just the faintest hint of her own touch; her body was so sensitized, like her lower body was one big erogenous zone. She shifted, her body slick and squeaky, the extra weight on her ass pressing against her as her insect abdomen lay against the floor. The tip wriggled, pumping out more peach-hued slime.

She moaned aloud, raising her arm as it flopped bonelessly to the floor. Her body lurched, gurgling as a hunger filled her. Her body, half melted, spread across the floor. She could pick up faint vibrations, the clanking of steel-toed boots echoing through the halls.

SHNNT! Her fingers paused as she heard the automatic door sliding shot, then locking on its own. She grimaced to herself; she had spent so much time indulging her senses that the door had closed on its own... as it was designed to; she had spent a lot of time getting forcibly escorted between doors in her time at this facility.

"A girl can't have any fun in this building... you boys watching from your little command room are enjoying the show, aren't you?" She glanced up to the camera overlooking her; her tongue, stretching about two feet, slipped out from between her glossy lips, writhing with a serpentine swagger.

Kathryn smiled to herself, rising slowly to her feet. She walked slowly to the door at a deliberate pace, her heavy abdomen sliding behind her; the tactile sensation, the weight of her body was so arousing; she felt powerful...

...And she wanted to stake her claim on the place, after all. Maybe do some redecorating. She pressed her palm against the door's scanner; it chimed an affirmative, and the door unlocked, sliding open once more.

She let herself out, eager to drink in her new bodies... and the abilities they bring.

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"RED ALERT: HIGH SECURITY BREACH DETECTED, ALL PERSONNEL MOVE TO CONTAIN THE THREAT!"

As the alarms blared all around her, Kathryn paced along at a leisurely pace. She felt liberated, no longer stuck in those drab prison garments. Actually, she wasn't wearing anything at all; it didn't seem necessary, given her current condition. She could always make her own with her insectoid silk; she glanced behind at her abdomen, her fingers brushing the iridescent scales of her moth wings, her mind wandering how best to exhibit her perfect feminine form...

"There she is! She's distracted!"

"She already took out two guards! Shoot to kill!"

The buzzing of the guards that had lined up at a chokepoint down the hall didn't seem to get her attention as delightful, voluptuous images danced through her vivid imagination. It was as if she was brainstorming all to herself...

RATATATATAT...!

The crackling of gunfire and the piercing of bullets through her massive form brought her back to reality. Her skin ruptured, pieces of her flesh splitting and flying through the air like popped bubble gum, adhering to her skin; the kinetic impact of the bullets impacting her body caused her entire body to jiggle and wobble like gelatin.

She cried out in surprise, covering her mouth; of course she would be accosted while she was still a wanted escapee, but part of her expected that getting shot would hurt. But it was anything but; bullets passed through her painlessly, her body heating up from their residual heat. She blushed as she suppressed a giggle, pasting herself to the wall as she tried to put on a good show that the bullets could at least phase her.

She wanted to be shot more. Comforted by a little voice in her head that reassured her, she was a goddess above mere mortals. The armaments of these lowly grubs weren't any more threatening than foam pellets.

As the rain of gunfire slowed down and the smell of burnt gunpowder flushed the hallway, she remained standing, filled with holes; she licked her lips, her nether regions sopping wet as she fingered a bullet hole left in the side of her pendulous breasts, giggling drunkenly all the while. The remainder of her body sealed up slowly with wet, sucking sounds.

"Oh, I enjoyed that~" She cooed. "Did you bring anything else?"

"Standard firearms are ineffective!"

"No shit Sherlock, that's Madame Rouge!"

"Switch to cryogenic countermeasures!"

'Cryogenic'. That got her attention. She grimaced to herself as she faced the hunting party. She It was earnestly cute how they thought they could contain her new form, but she had a particular dislike of cryotech. She parted her legs to stand her ground; it was time for a demonstration of how far beneath these irritants really were.

One of the masked soldiers readied a decidedly high-tech, shoulder-mounted gun; it looked like it had been ripped from a scifi lab and, knowing the sorts of supervillains in this facility, maybe it was. It glowed a vibrant shade of blue before...

ZZZZZT! A beam shot forward from the gun, aimed squarely for her buxom. She stiffened as an icy feeling chilled her body, spreading across her skin; her soft, gooey skin began to harden and crystallize, a layer of ice encasing her on all sides.

In moments, she solidified as a solid ice statue, unmoving, a look of disdain permanently etched on her face. The guards lowered their weapons, muttering to each other about a job well done; back-pats all around, with others calling for containment to arrive at the scene.

The wall of eyes deafened Kathryn to this chatter, not that she ultimately cared that much. The ooze within her shifted underneath the thin layer of ice that encased her; formlessly shifting, lurching up from the icy outline of her curves, her body gyrated, massaging itself with myriad tentacles, building heat as myriad tentacles penetrated myriad holes. Intense heat bubbled through her body as steam built up from within, her guttural moans of pleasure muffled by the ice.

As her form expanded, it pressed against her icy prison. The pressure raised all around her, her body surging; the ice around her began to crack and shift against the swelling pressure, until...

CRASH! The statue's upper torso shattered, and a flesh-like ooze bubbled from the shattered buxom, her body compressing through the small opening like toothpaste through a tube. She sighed, taking in the afterglow of her self-pleasure as steam wafted from her form. She indulged herself in the sensation of her amorphous, melty skin spilling over the sides of the crumbling statue, plopping to the floor.

The guards panicked and readied the freeze ray for another charge, but the telltale whirring sound of the charge gave their plan away. She clicked her tongue and lasted her arm forward.

"Ah ah ah, I'll be taking your toys away~" She chided the guards, her arm's tip narrowing into a suckered tentacle, coiling around the contraption; with a sudden jerk, she wrested it from their grip and, with an effortless flex, crushed the device in a single motion.

Her malicious smile widened. They thought they were safe behind their military gas masks, their layers of kevlar and their fancy little toys... undressing them of their defenses would be child's play. Practically a bore.

She wrested herself from the remains of her ice prison and approached the guards, her insect abdomen sliding behind her. The guards gawked, horrified at how her legs had disappeared, melting together into a single appendage resembling a snake's tail; she slithered across the ground.

"Is that all you had in mind to accost me?" She flexed her arm, her fingers ending in nasty talons as she lashed her arms towards the guards, slamming them to the sides of the hallway with overwhelming force; they crumpled to the ground, concussed and unconscious. The tip of her tail wriggled as she lurched forward, flexing her talons in a coquettish wave farewell.

She didn't consider eating them like the guards before; if she ate too much, she'd ruin her appetite. She was saving herself for one man, after all. Even if another woman had staked their claim, Kathryn wouldn't be denied.

Still, this blasted facility was an eyesore; the hallways seemed endless, and the layers of security were little more than annoyances. She paused at the sight of a sealed blast door, smirking to herself.

"They'll have to try a little harder than that to keep me here." Kathryn chuckled, her disconcertingly-long fingers reaching for the space where the doors connected. She only needed to wrest the door open by just a crack...

And there it was. She pressed forward, her breasts pushing against the gap, her body pounding in waves as her body lost its shape, eager to push her enormous body through a gap the width of a marble.

With a wet flop, she splattered out the other side, reforming rapidly as she smiled to herself, pleased with her progress. Her fingers writhed and coiled around her, flowing as if drifting underwater, a stream of ooze trailing behind her as her lower body continued to lurch its way forward with pulsing undulations.

She advanced with a confident pace; it seems the lowly insects in charge of this facility had given up on their pursuit of her, so she would be free to exit as she pleased...

"SPRING THE NET!"

Well, apart from those guys. She could pick up their vibrations from how her slimy body clung to the walls and floors, but part of her was really excited to see what new trick they'd pull. She pretended to be surprised as a pair of guards zipped around the corner, launchers in hands.

A wire net sprung forth, encasing her in a snare! While her amorphous body would be able to slip free through the netting, the trap seemed to be charged with a powerful electrical current; it crackled against her liquidy skin which bubbled and splattered against the netting in sticky strands.

She was being tased all over! And the electricity coursing through her whole body was delightful! She cried out in pleasure, presenting her chest as her nipples stiffened, extending on their own in an attempt to spear through the netting; the contact with the taser netting sent shivers through her over-sensitive nipples, her breasts spurting in response as she shook and wobbled; she came, melted, reformed, and climaxed over and over in ecstasy.

As much as she was enjoying it... she was immobilized. Another, heavy-set guard paced around the corner, aiming a rocket launcher towards the center of the undulating, womanly mass, trying not to flinch at the sight of her emerging tentacles self-groping herself.

He pulled the trigger. Smoke filled the room. Explosions soon followed.

"AH!~~" Kathryn cried out as a rocket ripped through the netting, burrowing itself right underneath her bouncing cleavage. Her body cushioned the rocket as she was thrown back; the sensation was tantamount to being penetrated by a hot, throbbing cock.

Her excited cries of pleasure warped and distorted as the first explosion rendered her to pieces, throwing her to the wall as she was plastered everywhere like so much wet paste, hot metal sizzling in her overly soft skin. She stirred and flailed, her mind in a sex-driven haze. She wanted more... and as rocket after rocket attempted to render her into slag, she silently rippled, conscious thought ripped apart by a series of explosions, shrapnel, and collapsing rubble.

In the intense sexual heat that wash over her disparate, melting body, she felt drops of soothing coolness at a particular part of her body—the sensation of raindrops on her skin, rapidly absorbed by her thirst body. Her warped senses worked to decipher what was going on. The sudden increase in humidity, the trickling of water, the beating of rain on her skin.

The roof had collapsed overhead. And it was raining outside, rainwater flooding down in trickles from the ceiling. Rain meant outdoors—outdoors meant escape.

Tentacles sprouted out and around the rubble pinning her down, coiling around the largest chunks of concrete and casting it aside as effortlessly as toys. The formless mass, so squashed, stretched, and deformed beyond comprehension, rose up at once, narrowing to a point as it slithered upwards towards the hole in the ceiling.

The guards gawked at this bewildering, alien display, before realizing their crucial tactical mistake; they reached for their radios, calling in for increasingly desperate countermeasures to contain the escaping supervillain; this had been their attempt at killing the monstrous entity once and for all, but it hadn't occurred to anyone that Kathryn had been toying with the lot of them the entire time.

She reformed herself on the rooftop, dusting herself off, her thoughts deafened by the swelling of sirens and the flourishing of spotlights. She licked her lips, her skin rippling under the heavy rainfall above her. She flexed her fingers, before lashing them out into a slick tendril that slithered against the ground.

She was finally free to do whatever she wanted, to get her unique form of vengeance on the people that wronged her. Her oozing form detected the presence of guards beneath her, scurrying about like insects attempting to rally their goons together. But they had lost the instant she was let out of her cell.

She unfurled her moth wings, drops of rain repelled by their water-proof scales. She flapped them once, twice, rising from the ground with a hearty laugh swelling in her heart. Kathryn was entranced by her new powers as she ascended skywards.

This was a big city. She wanted to do right by her father. And she had scores of her own she needed to settle...

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