Comm: Mary Jane's Vacation Mutation

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Summary: In the middle of a luxury cruise, Mary Jane Watson suffers a terrible accident, exposing her to massive amounts of biohazardous radiation. As the mutation overtakes her body, her body turns into 100% living water! Worse things have happened... commissioned by an anonymous user.

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It had been quite a while since Mary Jane Watson's last proper vacation. She was well overdue for a round of R&R. Just as well too, she had sniped some killer deals for a cruise line suite. She actually wanted to surprise her boyfriend, Peter Parker, with a ticket aboard a luxury liner, with a balcony view overlooking the ocean portside; sadly, the nature of his extracurricular work made the prospect of actually leaving New York a decidedly troubling one.

MJ was disappointed, but understanding; she'd just have to find some cool souvenirs along her voyage, and write some hilarious postcards along the way.

At least, she'd worry about that when they made it to the next port; until then, she'd have to kick back and relax on her day at sea. The cruise was ploughing along at a brisk pace, making for a refreshing seabreeze. MJ rocked a cocktail as she leaned against the railing, watching the water below. She had been working on her tan, and her bronzing complexion was almost there!

She supposed it was a touch ironic that she pined to kick back on the beach, drinking from a coconut, when she could just kick back on the deck instead. Different vibes, she supposed...

CRUNCH!!

"Ah!?"

The ship lurched suddenly, jerking to a crawl... but MJ swayed with the sudden shift in momentum! She lost her footing, her drink tumbling out of her hand as she flipped, head over heels, over the railing! She felt her flip flops slip off, tumbling in different directions as she plummeted, her eyes bugging out as the ocean's rolling waves got closer and closer.

She opened her mouth, but the best she could muster was a raspy wheeze, the shock of everything sucking the wind from her body. She winced, bracing for impact... Peter would save her, surely, he'd just swing in and...

...Right, he was thousands of miles away. Back in New York City...

SPLASH!!!

It was exactly as MJ feared; hitting the water at such high speeds felt like slamming into concrete, squarely on her back. She was made of some tough stuff for not passing out instantly, but her vision went black as her body sank into the water, waves crashing overtop of her and pulling her under.

As the world faded in and out of existence around her, she didn't realize the swirling currents that surrounded her. The hull of the cruise ship had grinded through a submerged array of barrels, each emblazoned with ominous warnings indicating biohazardous materials. They leaked strange fluids, wispy currents that glowed an otherworldly shade of green.

The surging currents pressed against MJ's backside, slowing her sinking descent; she shuddered, her body still in shock, not listening to her commands; exhausted and dazed, her eyelids fluttered. She could feel a warm sensation circling around her body, though she couldn't turn her neck to get a look at the strange green cloud that surrounded her body.

She shuddered, the cold water warming up around her. She felt goosebumps along her own body as the green current slipped into her pores... her legs trembled as the warm embrace tickled her nether regions. Floating along the ghastly green clouds, she floated to the surface, towards the light.

She gasped as her head breached the surface, squinting underneath the harsh sunlight. She drifted along the waves, her head gawking up the massive visage of the cruise ship that loomed over her...

"There she is!"

"Get the lifesaver ready!"

"Hang in there miss, we're almost there!"

She overheard voices frantically hurrying to her. An indistinct shape showed up in her periphery... a boat? A rescue...

Fatigue overcame her, and she passed out then and there...

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MJ spaced in and out as the rescue ran its course. A disembodied, vaguely British-sounding voice droned over the PA system, urging passengers to remain calm due to the unexpected turbulence. MJ herself was barraged with a flurry of questions regarding her health, assurances that they would do everything in their power to correct this, the usual customer service sort of thing.

A lot of it went over MJ's head as she nodded along, trying to speed through to the end of the Q&A's. This was hardly the most life-threatening situation she had fallen (quite literally) into...

She mostly wanted to retire to her cabin and rest the whole ordeal off, hit up some room service or something. She had been shivering for a while now—the water she fell into was decidedly cold, and she had wrapped herself in a towel to dry herself off.

After dealing with distressed crewmates for well over an hour, she returned to her cabin, hugging the towel closer to herself. Her clothes were soaked, and the towel didn't seem to be soaking up as much of the seawater as she would've liked. The air conditioning chilled her to the bone; she needed a change of clothes, stat.

She stripped her wet clothes off, hanging them to dry in the bathroom as she hurried to her wardrobe. Contented to spend the rest of her sea day in the relative security of her cabin, she pulled out a lacy nightgown; it was soft to the touch, thin, breezy, perfectly comforting. She slipped into it, then eyed the minibar; MJ pulled out a mini bottle of champagne, satisfied in the knowledge that all of her amenities would be complementary now.

She flopped into bed, turning on the TV to determine if any movies were on. After the chaos of today, she was in the mood for a mindless, casual romcom to get her mind off of things...

...But MJ always had an active mind, looking for something to do, something to fixate on. Every time she sipped her champagne, she felt a strange buzzing sensation—not just in her gut, but spreading to her arms and legs. It felt like static in her head, goosebumps spreading through to her limbs...

She felt a bead of water trickle down from her wet, matted hair, down her shoulder. She glanced down, watching the streak soak into her bedsheets.

Her eyebrow perked up with consternation; it had been a couple of hours since her tumble into the sea, but she was still as soaked as when she had just emerged. Her body was shivering and trembling, heat ebbing with her breath.

"Did I get some kind of fever...?" She wondered to herself. Her soaked palm reached for the remote, pausing the movie. She rose to her feet, stumbling slightly as she swayed back and forth. As she regained her balance, she glanced at the broad, wet spot that soaked and ruined her bed sheets.

"Shit... gotta get housekeeping on that." She bit her lips. She stepped cautiously towards the bathroom. "M... maybe a hot bath will do me some good."

Her gait was awkward as she hobbled towards the bathroom. She couldn't put her finger on it, she somehow felt... sloshy. She chalked it up to being a lightweight when it came to alcohol, but the tingling that pervaded her body made her nervous. She hoped her travel insurance would cover the worst case scenario...

She didn't realize that she had been leaving wet footprints behind her, beads of water travelling down her legs. She flicked on the lights to the bathroom and headed straight to the tub. She needed a real hot bath after the day she had.

She turned to the mirror to look over herself and take inventory on her feverish symptoms. Her nightgown was absolutely soaked, adhering to her curves; she could see her nipples through the fabric so that nothing was left to the imagination. Beads of water travelled down her skin; she soon found herself standing in a puddle.

But she didn't notice any of that. A look of dread washed over her as she examined her face.

"Huh? My tan..."

She raised a hand to her cheek. She expected her face to be flush with a fever, but that wasn't the case; if anything, she was pale, sickly. All that work on the upper-deck ebbed away, the colour in her expression gone.

She shook her head, leaning over the bathroom sink; turning the faucet on, she quickly splashed some water onto her face. She rubbed her cheeks, squeezing them with a touch more force; anxiety welled up within her, and as she closed her eyes, her head yielded to the pressure like a balloon filled with water.

Shlurp...

Her eyes fluttered open, wincing as she felt a strange pressure in her chest. It was a subtle twang; her modest A-cups swelled slightly, as if filling up, pressing against the fabric of her soaked nightgown. The streaks of water down her legs flowed even more quickly.

She felt strange, freaky. The bath was nowhere near filled up, but she needed to sit down. The sensation of hot water running over her skin was enticing enough. She raised her hand to turn off the faucet...

"...??"

She paused, her hand freezing in place. The colour had drained from the extremities of her limbs; she could see through her hands! A pale, fleshy gradient ran up her forearm.

"Ah, ah!" She yelped, waving her hand frantically; this only sent droplets of water around the room, beading along the mirror and the sink's surfaces. She stumbled away from the mirror, her legs feeling like jelly...

The puddle on the floor had grown to encompass the entire bathroom floor... and it was slippery.

"GAH!!" She screamed, barrelling over into the bathtub with a splash! Her form disappeared into the water, the partially-filled tub filling up immediately; clear, steaming water spilled over the sides of the tub as MJ's body rocked back and forth.

It was then that the feverish heat that had been building inside of her finally subsided.

"Ugh, hit my head..." MJ rubbed her head. "The tub must have a leak or something... I need to... need to..."

She glanced down to the water. It was clear; she could see the porcelain white tub. It stirred, rippling under the constant flow of the faucet at the head of the tub.

And that was exactly the problem. She only saw water. She didn't see her body. But yet she felt it, distant and indistinct. She could feel the sensation of her body slumped in the tub... and lying across the floor.

And her bathrobe... it was floating on top of the water. She never took it off herself, so how did it come loose? MJ felt something was very wrong...

"What... is this?"

MJ tried raising her hand. From the surface of the water, an appendage rose, clear and translucent. It was a hand. Her hand, not made of flesh and bone, but clean, shimmering water. She wiggled her fingers, turning her hand to look at her nails.

...She didn't have any. Her eyes widened as her limb stretched further and further away, her elbow melting away. Her arm was practically reaching to the other side of the bathroom; it reached until it had reached its limit, roughly fifteen feet away, before snapping back against her chest, partially melding with her chest.

She yelped, glancing at her arm. She lifted it, studying it curiously as it dripped beads of water into the tub water.

"I'm not dreaming, am I?" MJ muttered to herself. She cupped her hands under the faucet, collecting some hot bathwater in her hands, and splashed her face.

Shlurp... she could feel it sinking into her pores, flowing to her center. That's how she would've described it, if not for the strange sucking sensation that coincided with it.

The tub was overflowing. She turned off the waterflow, leaving the bathroom in silence. The ambient rippling of water cresting against the wall filled the room. It was calming... she could feel the breadth of sensations overcoming her.

She needed to see herself in the mirror. Her torso rose up like a pillar, a river of water that flowed upward in a rising current. She gently swayed to the mirror to look over herself.

A facsimile of herself looked back through her reflection. Her red hair was gone, replaced with flowing currents of water that travelled down her shoulders, sinking into her back. Her skin was translucent, shimmering; she could make out the flowery wallpaper behind her.

"Am I... made of water?" MJ stared at herself with astonishment. Her eyes trailed her form that extended across the bathroom, descending back into the tub.

She grimaced. It was abundantly clear that she wasn't human anymore. But why? She fell into the sea... and then there was that strange, hot, green cloud of... something. What was that? Peter would know, if he was here...

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the water left over in the bathtub rise up, cascading over the lip, and rushing towards the center of the bathroom, towards her. Her lower body caught up to her form, sliding into place.  The water rippled around her, small waves brushing the walls. She tensed up, her mind tracing the sensation of feeling that swirled across the bathroom, collecting in the bathtub...

Shlurrrp...

Her head perked up, feeling a tugging sensation near her feet. All the water around her that flooded the bathroom rushed towards her. She raised her arms and gasped, the sensation of rushing water traveling up her legs, sinking into her form. She staggered as her body began to grow, the bathroom seemingly shrinking around her form.

"Ah-" She gasped, feeling a tendril made entirely out of water press against her labia, prodding her for entry; she reflexively parted her legs, staggering and catching herself on the sink. She rocked her hips back and forth, feeling the water fill her up, stroking her pussy. She struggled not to moan—the walls were so thin on this ship...

Her thighs and ass ballooned, and her chest swelled with dramatic pulsations. She gawked as her chest wobbled, pumping itself with liquid up to twin D-cups. They wobbled with each slight movement she made; she cupped them in her hands, feeling their weight and heft.

"Whoa... I'm huge..." MJ looked herself over, examining her hourglass figure. The gleam her watery form had only accentuated her stunning form. Her body sloshed and splashed as she felt her hips; she twisted her body, looking at herself all over. She wiggled her translucent toes.

She eyed the faucet to the kitchen sink, gingerly turning the handle; hot water began to flow, and she cupped her hands underneath the faucet. She could feel the water sinking into her palms, flowing up her arms, settling in her chest. With subtle pulsations, she felt her breasts swell to F-cups; the heat of the hot water flowed through her, centering in her core.

She beamed, jiggling her chest. She was entirely composed of water, and she could absorb it effortlessly. Her mind was racing with a myriad of possibilities; she felt like herself, just with honest-to-god superpowers! But there wasn't a need for superherotics right now...

The cruise ship creaked around her, and she remembered one crucial fact: she was floating on a vast ocean, filled with water. Water that she could manipulate.

MJ smiled hungrily to herself. She'd have to wait until nightfall...

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MJ spent the next several hours experimenting with her form, familiarizing herself with the quirks of her liquidy form. Lacking the rigidity of a skeletal structure, she found her reach was a lot more impressive. She could adjust her figure as she pleased. And she could feel everything, her body was so sensitized. It was like her body was just a thin membrane holding back a flurry of gushing water, writhing and itching to come free.

But as the sun set, and the clock struck midnight, she determined it was time to head out and have some fun. She was thankful that there was a full moon tonight illuminating the sea; it would be her guiding light for what she was about to attempt.

She headed to her balcony, her feet leaving wet footprints in her wake. She glanced around, noting the physical barricades between the other balconies, offering her privacy. She marveled at how the moonlight reflected off of her watery body.

She closed her eyes, and relaxed, letting out a breath she had been holding for a long time. Her entire body went slack, her rigidity ebbing away. A mental switch flicked.

She began to melt, collapsing upon herself with a muted splash, her form spreading quickly across the wooden floorboards. She arched her back, tipping herself backwards as her formless, watery body trickled underneath the railings and over the side of the ship. She could feel herself between the boards, plummeting through the air, splashing against the portholes and the hull of the ship all at once in a cascading rain.

Her consciousness spread betwixt a myriad drizzle cascading into the dark sea below. She understood that security would be suspicious of another human body flying overboard, but a torrent of water, well... that didn't attract any attention at all.

Splash! She hit the water, beads of water mixing with the vastness of the ocean. Her consciousness gravitated towards itself, keen to reunite as a common whole. The moment she hit the water, she felt energized, her body pulsating, eager to pull as much water in as it could. In her wake, a whirlpool began to form all around her; the waves crashed against her, swirling around and inside of her.

She was growing, swelling in all directions. She arched her back as she crested the surface of the sea, crying out in ecstasy, parting her legs as she allowed a powerful current to press deeper inside of her—a forceful push, but no pain, only pleasure.

Shrouded in darkness, MJ grew to fifteen, twenty, twenty-five feet, her rising form pushing the seawater around her in vicious waves. Her entire body was tingling madly; she arched her back as her torso rapidly elongated on its own, spiralling and swirling forward.

"Angh!~" She uttered a guttural moan, her massive, impossibly long torso skipped along the waves, bending back and forth like an eel gliding through the water. Her arms slither along her elongated form, massaging her skin.

Her eyelids fluttered, her view obscured by the size of her enormous breasts, now inflated to the size of buoys. A small, extremely horny part of her eyed the distant cruise ship, imagining what it would feel like to nestle the hull between her enormous boobs—to have her body run over, the bow of the ship plowing through her, pressing into the cleavage of her breasts and cleaving her in two...

Of course she couldn't do that, she'd never get away with tittyfucking an entire cruise ship, especially at her giant scale. But the idea was enough, and it got her hot and bothered. Her arms fused together into a joint tendril, ridges forming around the bulbous appendage as it pulsated, billowing out into a massive dildo.   "Ah... agh... oh god..." She moaned, her entire body shaking and gyrating with each pump, her overextended body flopping and casting up powerful waves.

She bit her lips as she pounded herself over and over. The myriad of sensations, between the rough waters around her tensing and massaging her, the massive insertion torpedoing through her entire body. She couldn't keep her elation in...

"AAAAGH!~~" She screamed, her nether regions expelling an absolute torrent of water as she exhaled and relaxed, her body crumpling to the waters. Her body melted, overwhelmed with pleasure, a drunken smile crossing her cheeks as she melded with the water.

Now an invisible current, blending in with the dark ocean waters, she lazily flowed back to the hull of the ship. If she couldn't pleasure herself in the comfort of her own cabin, the wide open sea was an excellent alternative.

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One of the cruise's features she didn't think much about when she was booking her trip was the water treatment. As it turned out, ships often desalinated sea water, before treating it and mineralizing it for use on the ship.

She got an intimate view of the inner workings of the ship as she flowed in through a massive intake valve. She adored the experience, the sensation of her body heated to boiling temperatures was tantamount to a day in the sauna, her body gyrating, energy billowing through her disparate cells. She passed through filter after filter, her body narrowing as she drifted from containment pools through a myriad of pipes, her body squished to a narrow length.

She briefly considered how she could incorporate all the water on the ship into her own form, flowing effortlessly from one point to another with no one any the wiser. Of course she shook off that thought in a hurry; that would make her a snooper, potentially a criminal, and she didn't much want to make Peter upset.

Maybe those were the considerations all people with life-changing mutations had... exhausted from her lusty seafaring, she allowed herself to drift through the piping, stifling a moan as her liquid body squeaked through the piping. She just wondered where she'd end up.

Eventually, she was expelled; her form billowed out from a series of water jets, circling the on-deck jacuzzi. The water was hot, fog wisping from the surface in the cooler night air.

"Aaahh..." Her body reformed as she leaned back against the seat. She hadn't detected the vibrations of anyone else on deck; her body's rippling was decidedly sensitive like that. She exhaled, relaxing as her body shimmered; her translucent skin became cloudier, more opaque. Her tanned skin shimmered to life, goosebumps dotting her skin. Around her chest and hips, a two-piece bikini hugged her curves; the fabric pressed against her like a second layer of skin.

She chuckled, looking over herself. Back in her own body... as far as anyone could tell. Her outside appearances hid the refreshing water that flowed just underneath her skin. She pressed a finger against her breast, smiling to herself as it yielded to her touch, like a water balloon filled to bursting.

"Being a water mutant isn't so bad... Maybe Peter and I will have something in common." She mused to herself, stretching her arms over her head; they creaked and stretched, doubling in length before she relaxed.

A geyser of water gently carried her upward, lifting her onto the deck and back on her feet. MJ brushed the beads of water that clung to her butt as the geyer broke off, settling back into the jacuzzi. She brushed back her wet red hair that clung to her shoulders as she paced along the deck, leaving wet footprints in her wake.

"I can't wait to show him this little surprise~"

She chuckled to herself as her body shimmered, before splattering to the deck, a stream of water flowing along the deck, slipping into the drainage below. She wanted to explore the pipes a little more... and she had left her key card in her room, so sneaking in through the sink was probably her only recourse.

The drainage pipe gurgled as her liquid form descended, disappearing into the darkness. A coquettish laugh echoed from within.