Comm: Popgum Bursts Her Bubble

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Summary: The bubble-gum superheroine Popgum tries to break up a band of weapon-smugglers, but when subjected to a particularly dicey superweapon, she finds herself in a heap of trouble. Commissioned by jack2112.

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"Hey, Boscoe? You think we're gettin' in a bit over our heads with this heist?"

"Mmm, maybe. But drug peddlin's small-time, Frankie. Y'know how many stacks the army guys just blow through? Pawnin' one'a these guns off on someone's gonna set us up for life, man."

"And put a big target on our backs... this is the kinda shit the Secret Service gets called up for."

Two goons, one lanky and tall, the other short and stocky, were on patrol in a warehouse by the pier, whispering in hushed voices as they eyed the shadows of the far alleyways. They held their semi-automatics close to their chests, glancing to the sea for a signal.

"Relax, Earl already cut off the power. Nobody knows we're here. Just shut up and keep an eye out."

"The skipper's takin' his sweet time..." "Takin' the long way to steer clear'a the coast guard. Once he's loaded up and we hit international waters, the world's our oyster."

Fwooosh...

"You make it sound so easy... s'feels like someone's watching us."

"S'just rats. This place is filthy. You go flinchin' at shadows way too much-"

POW!

A cacophanous explosion of sound blared out from the both of them, throttling them into a collection of emptied steel drums; they groaned, groggily staggering back to their feet.

"T-the hell was that!? Did a bomb go off?"

"That ain't no bomb..."

Frankie gestured with a pointed finger. Standing before them was a woman, but not just any woman. From head to toe, she was hot pink, with a glossy finish that the artificial light reflected off of. Even her hair, tied back in a sleek, purple ponytail, gave off the same sheen, swaying to a breeze that wasn't there... almost like a wagging tail; her hair was done up with a pink ball reminiscent of a candy gumball.

She was also completely naked, though her form smoothed over where her intimate parts should've been. Her chest sagged as if they were deflated; a glance to her hand found that her right index finger had narrowed to a sharp point, a pinprick.

They recognized her instantly from the papers: Popgum, the sickeningly-sweet protector of New Marina!

"Hey boys!~" She winked. "Those are some pretty heavy weapons you're carrying. You don't mind if I take those off your hands?"

Fwsh... fwsh...

Their eyes bulged as they gawked, staring as her deflated breasts began to rise, fill out, inflate on their own like an inflatable pool toy, rising proudly in front of her. Her nipples popped out as her skin stretched taut, sticking out like little thumbs. Neither of them had seen breasts like that, even in the smutty store magazines; they had to each be pushing DDDs.

They glanced at each other with trepidation, before raising their guns to point at her...

BOOMP! Her breasts rapidly expanded, reaching the size of beach balls; the sudden impact sending them further down the alleyway. They clattered to the ground as Popgum paced forward with the confident swagger of a supermodel.

She was in no rush; she simply raised her hands, an elastic creaking and tautness echoing through the body as her arms rapidly stretched forward, coiling around the goons' weapon-clutching arms. Her fingers elongated into wormy appendages, slipping between the trigger and firing pins to disable the guns, before jerking them out of their hands; they clattered to the ground.

"H-hey, those are our guns..." Frankie frowned.

"Yeah, they's gifts from The Tanker!" Boscoe blurted. "S-special gifts!"

"Ohhh, you know these aren't for playing~" She beamed, a second pair of arms growing at her sides. With two sets of arms, she raised the guns aloft, before snapping them in half with a powerful flex, before tossing them to the ground. "Why don't you run home? This neighbourhood can get pretty dangerous this time of night..."

"HEY! DON'T BE PATRONIZIN' US!" The goons shouted in unison, scrambling to their feet to tackle her. Popgum sighed, shaking her head...

Her torso spun around, four arms flailing around her; the fingers on each of her four hands hardened, fusing together, and flattened out, growing into bulky hammers. With precision and power, she CLONKED both of the goods, sending them hurtling over into a nearby dumpster.

"And a little bit of insurance..." She muttered to herself. She thrust out her hands, all four of them; they pulled away from her arms, a thin gummy strand struggling to connect them, before they plopped free, soaring towards the incapacitated goons; they clutched their shoulders, scuttling down their arms, and pressed against their hands, melting into a pink ooze that was incredibly sticky.

They adhered to the brick walls, preventing them from moving. Not that they were itching for another round; they were out cold. As Popgum's lower pair of arms retracted into her body, merging with her voluptuous thighs, she cocked her head. She overheard the tell-tale sound of groans.

"That takes care of that." She nodded to herself. "Now to find their boss-"

ZZZZZZZZZZT!!

In her lapse of concentration, Pupgum was ambitious out of the corner of her eye by a laser-focused beam of blue light! She tensed up as energy coursed through her body; terror rocked her body as her body became increasingly stiff, her malleable body crystallizing and slowing down.

"Nn...!" She grunted, trying to turn to face her aggressor, but she couldn't move. She was so cold, her body so stiff; she found herself looking like a statue, her arms raised in surprise; heat collected in her breasts, the center and the largest part of her sensuous body.

"No need to worry, Miss Gum—I already found you."

A gravelly voice snickered from the shadows, heavy steps echoing out from the alleyway; dread weighed in the back of Popgum's mind.

He was a hulk of a man, standing eight feet tall and as wide as a barge. Muscles rippled across his entire body, his pecs had pecs. Military fatigues struggled to contain his sheer form; his chiseled chin wiggled as he grinned, stopping in front of Popgun.

It was The Tanker—a notorious supervillain as clever as he was overpoweringly strong. What was his game? He clutched a strange, oversized weapon that resembled a railgun close to his chest... it was giving off all kinds of blaring lights.

"The boys did a good job bein' as loud as possible to get yer attention. I could hear ya all the way from underground storage." He sneered, admiring Popgum's frozen form. "Aaaah, stuck posin' like that reminds me of those artsy statues. Thinkin' I oughta take you home, put you behind some glass."

He cupped his hand around the curvature of Pupgun's breasts, his thumb brushing against her erect nipple. She grunted—that's where she was most sensitive, and her body rattled in response as he applied more pressure...

Crack. Her nipple cracked right off, rigid like ice. He laughed, waving it in front of her; she groaned, heat building up inside of her, trying to break free within her body's icy prison.

"Oops. Clumsy me." He scoffed, casting it to the side. "Rumours are true, you're just a walkin' wad of gum. Y'know, that little experimental candy you got your mitts on? I was eyeballin' that first, but you stole it from me."

It wasn't yours to begin with... She wanted to shout back, but her jaw was frozen. She couldn't move...

"You won't mind if I take out some pent-out rage on you, huh!?"

He raised the weapon; it roared to life, a massive buzzsaw appearing just underneath the muzzle. "I always wanted to take up ice carving!"

BRRRRRR! The blade revved up, blaring to life as he swung it back and forth, lopping off her arms; they fell to the ground and clattered into pieces. The sensation of a million pinpricks against her skin... it wasn't painful, it was penetrating, exciting. hot and cold tingling through her body as it split into a myriad of pieces.

One arm. Then the other. Then he pressed the blade against her trembling breasts...

POP! With just the spearhead thrust, her breasts detonated again, sending her careening to the far wall; her form shattered upon impact, shards falling to the ground as her breasts disintegrated, a pile of shards. The Tanker scoffed, disengaging the weapon.

"I can tell yer awestruck by this piece'a machinery. Y'know Aegis R&D was polishin' it up for the military? This thing's got a little AI in it; if you can think of a way t' kill someone, this can make it happen." He hoisted the gun upward, giving it a tender pat on the side. "Clever girl, innit?"

"Urgh..." The freezing effect on Popgun dissipated, her rigid pieces blending together as she tried to pull herself together, still feeling stiff; her lips chattered, almost shivering as her body clinked and clattered, trying to reassemble herself.

"You're not... getting away with that, Tanker." She growled.

"Eh? You seem a little cold. Maybe you oughta warm up a smidge."

ZZZZZZZZZZZTT! He fired a red laser beam right at her midriff; her legs trembled, strength leaving them as she began to flare up all over. Her body was so hot, her breath was practically steaming in the cool night air. Her toes scrunched, before spreading out on the pavement below as her knees merged together, then buckled.

Her hips were rocking as her whole body rubbed against itself, massaging her in undulating palpitations as her body lowered flat to the ground; a puddle spread beneath her as she began to melt. Her body was so soft and gooey, she loved the touch of it, the feel of it. Her head was hazy, overwhelmed by manic pleasure as her breasts wobbled, streaks of gummy ooze rolling against their curvature.

She wanted badly to lose herself in the overflowing melty pleasure, her body massaging itself against the rough ground. But she had to pull herself together. She staggered to her feet, her legs fused together in an oozy column as she tried to force her body to regain its rigidity... despite the intense heat that flowed through to her extremities.

She moaned. She raised an arm, reduced to a glossy tendril, her eyes pink with lust. She was losing her mind, but she had to stop The Tanker. She lashed a tendril in his direction.

"Ah ah ah. Hands off the merchandise." The Tanker chided, the muzzle pressing into the end of the tendril.

Fwoosh... fwoosh...

"Have you ever seen a man's lungs explode? I guess you don't have lungs, so this will have to do."

Pupgun's eyes widened as her tendril arm swelled, inflating as a powerful current of air flowed from the gun. Her body reacted to the wind, cooling down, but also warping itself around the air current. Her skin prickled as it grew taut and elastic, stretching to contain the pressure within. Her legs and arms stiffed, air filling up her extremities as they fattened, pressed in different direction. Her cheeks puffed out, her breasts perked out, nipples the size of soda bottles as she arched her back.

Her body squeaked as the tension inside of her increased. She moaned, her puffy lips pursing; her bulging hips rocked as the tension escalated. She yearned for release, the energy inside of her was so overwhelming, so tantalizing.

She began to drift, as if filled with helium. She felt like a gaudy parade float; her fat limbs wiggled helplessly as The Tanker looked upward with a smug look.

"Time for the fireworks."

He pumped it like a shotgun, the lights glowing with a menacing orange gleam; Popgun felt small, metal ball-like things enter her inflated body, the foreign objects floating through her pressurized body. She picked up an ominous beeping sound, her eyes widening with the telltale droning.

"Well, I have a boat to catch." The Tanker tipped his cap. "Toodles, Miss Gum!~" He cackled as he pivoted, leaving her to his own devices...

Beep... beep... beebeebeebeebee KAPOW!!!

Popgum cried out in ecstasy as she found her release, her taut skin finally rupturing under the strain of a collection of explosions that coursed through her body; strands of gum caked the walls of the building, across the ground, layering over the barrels; she was stretched almost thirty feet, draped formlessly, reduced to an unrecognizable paste.

An indistinct moan of pleasure reverberated from her disparate pieces; she couldn't make out where her legs had gone. Exhaustion washed over her as her body stuck everywhere. She stirred, her body struggling to pull itself back together. It would be a while until she could pull herself together and walk this off.

Although, maybe she was dragging her feet (now dangling from a streetlight) on that issue; the aftermath of the glow left her abuzz, and she basked in the afterglow of an oddly sexual awakening. She hadn't had her malleable body so thoroughly abused in an encounter like that. She'd have to chase The Tanker down, and confiscate that ghastly weapon of his.

...And then, perhaps, dedicate it to some extensive testing. She shuddered happily at the very thought of it.