Commission: Brooke, the Bubblegum Babe

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Summary: In a freak accident, Brooke is zapped from behind by the latest of Dexter's inventions, turning her body into living bubble gum. What will her husband think? Commissioned by an anonymous user.

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"FINALLY! Ze finishing touches on mah greatest invention yet are complete! She's perfect!"

Deep in the recesses of Dexter's laboratory, the titular boy genius had spent the last month perfecting a particular contraption. He studied a mounted laser device, pointed squarely at a Jenga, marking checkboxes down an itemized list.

"Energy converters reconfigured, bolts tightened, wind about three knots southeast..." Dexter chuckled to himself, his eyes narrowing. "Ahhhh, yes, conditions are perfect for the fire test fire of my opulent, magnificent-"

"HEY DEXTERRRRRRR!!"

It was in the middle of his appraisals that his older sister, Dee Dee, pirouetted behind him at such a rapid pace as to bowl him right over.

...But this time, Dexter seemed prepared, and merely held out his palm, gesturing for Dee Dee to stop in her tracks with the cool look of a surly movie detective.

"Ah, Dee Dee, I was expecting you to try and bumble your way into my laboratory." Dexter tapped his clipboard, foisting it onto the table. "That tracking device is already paying dividends."

"Eh? Tracking device??" Dee Dee cocked her head to the side.

"I snuck it into your Strawberry Cornballs this morning." Dexter smirked. "And now I know exactly where you are at all times. If I cannot stop you, I might as well keep you where I can see you..."

"OOH! That's convenient!" Dee Dee lit up. Her eyes widened, looking over a particular red shiny button. "What does this button do!?"

"Nothing, at the moment. My monumental machine is still charging up." Dexter raised his hands skywards. "Behold, the engineering marvel of the 21st century! The Regummifier™ 3001!"

"Tee Ehm...?" Dee Dee tilted her head.

"Registered trademark, legal mumbo jumbo, very sophisticated." Dexter waved his hands dismissively, before clambering onto a stepladder to access the control panel. "This marvelous contraption fires a light-amplified stimulated emission of radiation, one that rearranges the atoms of its target into vinyl acetate gum!"

"Gum? Ooh, I know what that is!" Dee Dee pulled out a stick from her front pocket. "What flavour of gum!"

"ORIGINAL PINK!" Dexter declared, cackling delightedly. "This amazing device will make gum accessible to everyone! It will empower their frontal cortexes, resulting in smarter, more capable-"

"Cool beans! I got my gum at a corner store for ten cents!" Dee Dee exclaimed, already sticking a piece into her maw. "You want one?"

"Eh? Erm... uh..." Dexter wondered if this whole gum invention was such a hot idea; it wasn't like gum was hard to come across in today's modern, globalized society...

DING!

"OOH! The machine! It's done charging!" Dexter grasped both handles of the device, steering it carefully. "Witness my greatest creation at work, and perhaps it will inspire you to greatness too!"

"AH! So can I push the bu-"

Beep. Dexter was already on top of that.

"Awww..." Dee Dee pouted, chewing loudly to herself as the machine revved up slowly, whirring to life.

"As the radioactive energies collect in the firing apparati, one must be veeeeery careful handling the muzzle.'' Dexter muttered to himself.

Fwoooosh...

"Even the slightest misalignment could lead to disastrous outcomes."

Fwoooooooosh...

"So I must insist, sister, that you not make a single, isolated-"

POW!

"GAHGH!" Dexter exclaimed at the loud popping sound that rang right into his ear, stumbling forward and clanging against the firing apparatus; the end jerked upwards a good forty-five degrees off course...

VWOOOOOOM! The cathode lit up with a blinding glare, before firing a pink laser! It trailed around the room, reflecting off the chrome surface of Dexter's supercomputers... then the polished floor... then the television playing the morning weather report...

...And then it zipped out an elevated window, high above the ground. Dexter jerked his head up, adjusting his glasses as he watched with dread.

"Th-that was close..." Dexter muttered.

"IHIHI!~ Hey Dexter, didja see it? Did you see the size'a that bubble I blew! It was like, fwooooosh, and then, POW!" Dee Dee giggled inanely, bouncing up and down, her entire face covered in a layer of bubble gum residue. "Musta been a world record!!"

"...I suppose I'll get a proper test fire another day..." Dexter muttered, glancing to his watch. "Mother will be serving breakfast soon... eh, I'm sure it'll just fly harmlessly into the atmosphere."   He got up, dusted himself off, and hurried off. "Come, Dee Dee. Wash your face, you look repulsive."

"Eh?" Dee Dee tilted her head. She idly toyed with the gum, stirring it on her fingers, and plopped it back in her mouth; with a wide grin, she hurried behind Dexter.

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"Huff... huff... huff..."

While all this was going on, one Brooke Fontaine was getting her daily exercise in the suburbs.  Brooke was a regular sight around the neighbourhood; she had taken to a regular exercise regimen, partly due to being self-conscious about being overweight. It wasn't like she was fat, though; ridiculous standards of beauty had a way of warping self-perceptions.

She liked jogging in a pair of navy blue jeans, with a short grey hoodie that crept up her midriff to expose her navel, a gentle breeze brushing along her smooth, peachy skin and rustling her flowing red locks of hair. Her black sneakers kicked up with every step she took; they were her favourite, performance-minded, and very expensive.

Mornings were a great time to get her reps in; it was cool, there weren't as many gawkers, and it left her free time to prepare breakfast for her hubby, Jack, before he'd have to go to work. She had a bit more free time as of late; Jack had been out on a business trip, and he was due to arrive home today.

Brooke had found herself running around new, unfamiliar blocks in the suburbs. It was nice to get around, peek at the front yards and porches that were personalized to particular families. She rubbernecked towards a fancy blue car out front of one particular house, whistling to herself in marked approval.

She picked up her pace, aiming to start the trek home. As she turned her back to the home...

Vwoopvwoopvwoop...

...she didn't realize or catch the sight of a pink laser beam shooting out through a basement window, reflecting off one of the car's side mirrors, and zooming towards her from behind!

"Ack!" It struck her lower back, the radiation slipping into her skin. She didn't know what hit her; it felt like a sudden hot breeze had washed over her from behind. It was centered, focused as it travelled to her core, before washing over her in tingly waves. She could feel it all the way from her head, down to her very shoes...

She staggered forward, placing a hand on her chest to catch her breath. Brooke felt strange all over now... the soreness she had worked up from jogging had ebbed away, and as the tingling sensations subsided, she felt an upswing of energy.

"Is this what getting your second wind feels like?" Brooke muttered to herself. She got a running start, eager to push herself a little more; she didn't need a break just yet.

Actually, she was feeling just fine doing the lap around the neighbourhood back to her place. It felt like her legs had a bit more of a spring to their step, her steps longer, more confident. In the midst of her intense focus, she didn't realize the extra bit of airtime she was getting; it felt like she was practically bouncing at the knees with every powerful step she made.

She huffed with each step she took, her mind zoning out into a cardiovascular rhythm. She felt light as air, running like this; unbeknownst to her, while she was inhaling plenty of air, she wasn't exhaling much in exchange. She didn't notice the tension in her chest as she approached her domicile, nor the subtle way her buxom curved, expanded, inflated with every breath she took.

She glanced down with a grimace, momentarily glancing at her chest. The changes were too subtle to catch on in the heat of the moment, so she redoubled her pace and pressed on.

She was coming up on the end of her run, slowing her pace down to a walk to catch her breath. Brooke had worked up quite a sweat in that run. Though usually she felt a little more energized about it. This time she mostly felt gross and sticky; she brushed her hair back, wincing as her bangs felt like they were peeling back from her face.

She leaned against the door to catch her breath, fumbling for her keys. Thick beads of sweat trickled down her bare skin... well, she presumed it was sweat, despite the texture being thicker, and not transparently, and what could charitably be described as gooier. She didn't notice anything out of the ordinary as she let herself in, closing the door behind her.

She smacked her lips; there was a sickly sweet taste in her mouth. Like pink bubble gum... her eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"What's that taste? I haven't eaten yet..." She scratched her hand with her free hand as her other hand remained clasped on the door handle. "Maybe I'm hungry. I should make breakfast..."

She sighed, pacing towards the kitchen...

Clunk. Brooke blinked, stopping as if held in place. She glanced back to her hand that had closed the front door behind her.

There it was, firmly grasping the handle. She couldn't move her fingers; they somehow adhered to the handle; she tried to move her fingers, but they were stuck somehow. She stared back, puzzled.

"Is this another one of Jack's pranks...?" Brooke huffed. "Putting glue on the handle, of all the... come off you stupid..."

She pulled back tighter and tighter, her body straining as she tried to wrest her hand free. It was really stuck on this time.

As she struggled, she could make out a sound like creaking. Only it wasn't the door hinges. As her sneakers scuffed against the floor, she knew she was moving along... yet her hand was still stuck. And there was this unbelievable tension...

As her foot kicked against the rug, she peeked out through one eye...

"Ah!?"

Her arm had been stretched like a rubber band a good eight feet from the door! She couldn't even make out the joint of her arm, it was stretched so straight! It looked so strange... and the tension was out of this world!

She babbled anxiously to herself, her free hand flailing to grasp something, anything. She felt her shoes scuffing against the floor, anticipating physics to do their worst to her...

"W-WHAT THE HEEEELL!?" She wailed as her arm springed back; her free hand bumped against the thermostat as she sprung back. She took a deep breath and braced for impact...

BWOMP! That sharp, sudden breath all went straight to her chest as her form collided head-on with the door, her outstretched arm flopping to the floor like a noodle. She collapsed to the floor, legs strewn behind her like a ragdoll, a puppet with its strings cut.

At least her sticky palm had rested itself free. She groaned, her overstretched limbs writing along the stone surface. Her head bobbed up, a clear indent left on her cheek—the patterned wood-carvings on the door.

"Owie... that kinda hurt..." She whined, her limbs shifting underneath her as if they were unsure of what to do. She was only rising up due to the rising feeling in her chest. She glanced down to her neckline, eyes glazed over...

...But her awareness returned to her in a right hurry when she stumbled upon the strangest discovery yet.

"M-my boobs are..."

She gawked, her arms coiling around for her hands to clutch at the raw magnitude of the melons that occupied her chest. She woke up this morning with simple B-cups, but they had to be approaching DDD-territory now! But they didn't feel heavy at all... they felt light, like balloons.

"Awawawa!" She panicked as her breath quickened and her breasts wobbled, pulsating in growth right before her very eyes! She pressed her palms down over the curvature of her breasts, trying to pack the surging boob-flesh back underneath the cups of her sports bra.

She was working herself in a panic, and she was getting flustered in a hurry. Her breasts were sticky with sweat; she trembled, feeling streaks of sweat streaking down her legs. She was getting hot, and it wasn't entirely due to the fact that she had fat-fingered the thermostat, cranking it to its max...

"S-so hot... Am I hallucinating? Didn't drink enough water..." She panted. "I'm hallucinating... definitely hallucinating. I need to lie down."

At least she thought she was sweating, but a look of realization crossed her face as she felt her knees squelch together, her legs encasing into a single mass as her body slowly lowered to the ground. She glanced down, her eyes widening in panic.

"What the... what the fuck? A-am I melting...?"

She slurred, heat exhaustion overtaking her as she found herself knee-deep in a puddle of thick ooze; strangely, it shared the same hue as her navy blue jeans, with some black accents that used to be her sneakers. She could feel the strange, tactile sensation of her body slipping between the gaps of the floorboards. She was spreading out as her body lowered to the ground. She felt her knees ebbing away, her torso tipping over.

She hit the floor with a wet plop, the puddle writhing, squelching, and expanding like a flood across the smooth floor; peach, red, black, grey, and blue mixed together as her clothes were reduced to so much mush. Her voice was indistinct, burbling within the growing expanse of the slime. She moaned as she flopped, before passing out, her body yielding all control as it continued to spread across the floor.

Further and further the ooze spread, and soon there was more slime than her original mass. It pressed against the walls, prodding for passage, before creeping underneath the door to the basement; it cascaded down the stairwell in a peach-hued series of waterfalls, the slime resembling paint pouring from a can: glossy, blemish, vibrant.

It was cooler in the basement, the floor soothing against her undulating, semi-liquid form; the slime relaxed and pulled into the center of room, inching towards itself as if pulled towards its own center of gravity. A few errant bubbles arose atop the pool of ooze, popping into strands, and melted back into her form as her formless body lay there idly.

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From a window above, amber sunlight cast its glow across the basement floor, a beam of light shining slowly towards Brooke. In her unconscious state, her body had restored her womanly proportions... though her body seemed to have a glossy, oiled sheen to it now that somewhat reflected the light of the sun.

She groaned as the sun shone in her face, stirring on the floor. She rolled back and forth on the hard floor, before stretching her arms above her in an exaggerated stretch.

Her arms creaked like rubber above her head, bonelessly doubling in length, before returning to her sides; her jaw stretched downwards to equally absurd proportions, before snapping shut. She smacked her lips in a daze—tasted like bubblegum.

"Ugh, what happened..." She moaned wearily to herself, trying to pull herself from the floor. She felt sticky all over, her backside somewhat adhering to the floor. Her shoulder blades trailed behind her as they obstinately held a sticky grip to the floor. She strained, trying to sit upright...

Snap! Her body yielded its sticky grip as the tendril from her backside snapped back into her body. She felt like she was just cracked by a whip; that woke her up in a hurry, as she absent-mindedly rubbed her back.

"That was strange..." Brooke muttered to herself. She found reaching her backside fairly easy now... "What was I doing in the basement? I was just getting home and... and my arm was..."

She glanced at her arm, marvelling at its glossy gleam. Of course, that wasn't the only peculiarity. Her clothes felt different, like an extension of her skin; it had taken on the same glossy quality as her skin.

She felt naked, and instinctively raised her hands to hug her chest; she wondered if she was naked. But Brooke had overdone the motion somewhat, as her arms zipped once—twice—three times around her torso, hugging her chest with a tight, form-fitting squeeze. Her body creaked anxiously, squeaking against itself like rubber.

"Ack!? There it is again!!" She screamed. "My arms, they're... I'm..."

She could feel her body gyrating on its own, anxiety getting the better of her as the freakish sensations washed over her in increasing seismic waves. Her arms continued to grow and, like fleshy snakes, slithered along the floor; her midriff expanded, her navel lengthening further and further as she reared up like a cobra; she could feel her fingers and toes splaying like worms in all manner of directions.

The tactile feedback of her growing body wasn't lost on her, nor was the rubbery squeaking that rang in her ears. But she didn't want to look, she wanted to believe this was a repeat of some horrid dream. She bit her lip...

...It detached, and plopped in her mouth. She paused, as did the strange growth of her body. She chewed curiously.

"...Bubble gum." She realized. Brooke opened her eyes, looking over her naked form as it stretched all around the open basement, piles cluttering and pushing against the walls in hues of grey, blue and black... the same colours as her clothes.

"...I'm bubble gum. But... why are my clothes... a-are they part of me now?" She wondered to herself, astonished. She frowned, lamenting her new prospects. "God, I'm going to have to wear the same thing every day from now on, what if I get invited to a wedding?"

Brooke shook her head. But then she remembered herself.

"W-wait, that's not the issue, what if I get invited to Area Fifty One!?" Brooke blustered, her limbs flailing frantically. "I-I can't live like this, what if Jack sees me like this!? He's going to think I'm a freaky, melty... alien thing! I gotta..."

As she panicked further, she realized her body was still growing of its own volition; out of the corner of her eye she saw her feet coiling up a supporting column.

"...I-I gotta calm down... pull myself together..."

She took deep, heavy breathes, focusing inward. She winced as, with every breath she took, she could feel her disparate limbs retracting back towards her, her body compressing back into its former dimensions. She felt a little stiffer now. She hobbled to her feet.

"Am I back to normal?" She wondered. She pulled on her cheek, feeling no resistance as it stretched out well beyond human limits, her arm stretching with it, exposing her gums. She released her grip, her cheek snapping back into shape, none the worse for wear.

She twisted her arm in front of her; it rotated a good 360 degrees, and then back again. She marvelled at the control she had over her body, adjusting to her new abilities... acclimating to her sudden mutation. Still, dread hovered in the back of her mind.

"Nope... I don't know if I can fix this," Brooke lamented. "I don't even know what happened to me, and Jack, he's gonna be here... when is he supposed to be here?"

She glanced at the washing machine's digital clock, squinting her eyes. She choked, her eyes bugging out.

"It's almost five!" Brooke blurted, rushing for the stairwell. "Jack's gonna be back any minute, he can't see me like this!"

She tripped herself up as she climbed up step after step, her arms stretching and coiling around the railing to catch her fall; her legs trailed behind her, slithering up the steps as she ended up pulling herself up the rest of the way to the ground floor.

Her emotions were in a tizzy all over again, her body lashing out on its own. She frantically glanced out the window, her breath catching in her throat as she spotted a black sedan pull into the driveway.

"Omigoshomigoshomigosh, calm down stupid crazy body!!" She hissed, shaking one arm with the other; it flopped like a pool noodle, unresponsive to her commands. She flopped in the middle of the parlour, her face awash with distress.

"It's over... he's going to find his wife is a freak, and I'll scare him off, just like I scare off everyone!" She sobbed. "I can't do it, I gotta..."

She cocked her head upwards, glancing to the sofa across the room. She squinted, her arm going limp, her body ceasing its stretching. Panic gave way to calm as she formulated an idea, and then a plan.

"A disguise..." She muttered. She glanced at her amorphous body, and scrambled to assume a position.   As she lay on the ground, she raised her ass toward the ceiling, planting her arms at her sides. She focused on a singular image in her mind...

A sofa.

Her body wobbled, before her womanly curves ebbed away, her upper and lower body pressing against one another as they widened and stretched across the floor. Her body quivered as her form stretched, generating mass from seemingly nowhere it had done in the basement; her eyes spread apart from one another as her head stretched seven feet across, her hair fluffing into seated cushions.

Her arms rose on their own, her fingers merging together, flattening, and curling into a spiral pattern, flanking her head... they resembled two arms of a sofa. She tensed her arms, ensuring they were firm as her butt inflated behind her, arching upwards and expanding in all directions, providing the backrest to the sofa. Her legs clattered to the floor, obscured by the mass of the sofa.

At a glance, she looked like a tacky-looking sofa, one resembling her choice of wardrobe from earlier... but maybe hiding in plain sight would trick Jack. She closed her eyes and tensed up, holding her breath for his imminent arrival.

Kaclick. Rrrr...

Her eyebrows, hovering underneath the seat cushions, twitched as she heard the telltale sounds of the front door unlocking and opening, the heavy footsteps that followed.

"Honeyyyy! I'm hoooome!"

Yup, it was definitely Jack. Brooke could make out his bifocals, his well-maintained suit, and the sleek black briefcase that hit the floor with a clunk. He whooped as he swung the door behind him, adjusting his glasses. He glanced up the stairwell with an expectant smile; Brooke just winced, her entire form tensing up.

"...Brooke? I'm here!" He called out again, wandering through to the parlour. "Said you had a surprise for me?"

Brooke swore silently to herself; of course she had to promise Jack a big surprise, she was going to take the day to get things ready, there would be a little cake and everything. If only she didn't sleep most of the day... and if only she didn't turn into a bubble gum amorphous abomination.

She could make out Jack's footsteps as he wandered past her, his gait slowing down as he glanced down to her.

"When'd we get a new couch?" He ran a hand through his slick black hair. He fell onto the sofa with a grunt. "Hoo, gotta kick up my feet, flying coach's a nightmare..."

"A-agh-" Brooke grunted, her form wobbling with the sudden impact of his ass on her head. She whimpered, trembling with a pang of excitement; the couch wobbled like jello with the impact.

He blinked, glancing back to the Brooke sofa. "Is this her surprise? Is this some kinda... water bed sofa?" He pressed the backrest with an open palm curiously, watching it jiggle.

Brooke gasped, feeling her cheeks flush up; Jack was touching her ass, caressing it! It was an oddly tantalizing gesture, his hand on her soft skin...

"Ooh, and it heats up too!" Jack beamed, reclining to sprawl across the sofa. "If only Brooke was here..."

Brooke winced as the entirety of Brad's weight spread itself on her form. He was so warm, she could feel her body flushing with equal measure of excitement and embarrassment; she shivered, the sofa vibrating on its own. Her breath was hot and haggard, anticipation and anxiety welling up from deep within her.

"Vibrates too! Should be good for some of those intimate nights~" Jack smirked.

"IT'S NOT LIKE THAT!" Brooke blurted, her head raising on its own; Jack was launched over to the sofa across from Brooke as her disguise fell apart.

"UWAH!?" Jack hollered, arcing through the air and landing awkwardly; as his body turned to face the strange sofa, his jaw dropped as it shapeshifted before his very eyes: Brooke's arms came apart, her ass lowered to the ground, her body sprawled across the floor face first with a muffled, indignant groan.

"Brooke...?" He muttered with an astonished look. Brooke tilted her head upwards, terror flashing in her eyes.

Jack was judging her alien appearance. This was bad. Her disguise had failed, and she was losing control of her body...

"J-Jack, I... I can explain, I..."

As panic gripped her, she could feel her limbs elongating on their own into ropey piles on the floor, her neck rising as she suddenly towered over Jack; her fingers dug into the carpet as her arms flopped bonelessly.

"O-okay, I can't explain, but listen, it's still me, I'm just... g-getting huuuuge!" Brooke wailed, her back arching in a strangely elegant curve towards the open doorway.

Jack sat up straight. "Brooke!? What's happening to you!?" He blurted, his glasses barely hanging off his right ear.

"I'm sorry, I-I gotta-" Brooke panicked and made a break for it; no longer able to use her limbs for bipedal locomotion, she simply slithered along the ground, her feet trailing behind in her wake. She didn't know where she was running, her head was a mess.

"Brooke, wait!" Jack sprang to his feet to give chase. Brooke was surprisingly quick, and had disappeared from sight. Jack paused, wondering where she could've gone off to. All the doors were closed, as if she slipped between the door frames.

He checked the bathroom, the wardrobe, the kitchen...

CLANG! There was an abrupt crashing sound that caught his attention... it came from the garage! He made a break for it, rushing through the door.

"Brooke, are you in here! I heard the... gah, the canoe!"

They had kept a canoe hanging in the rafters near the roof of the garage, to bring on camping trips. Somehow, it had come loose, and crashed down on Brooke. At least, that's what he assumed happened...

He rushed forward to wrest the canoe up and to the side, glancing down at what lay underneath.

"Urgh..." Brooke groaned. Her body had been pressed flat into a circular pancake, her features spread out across the rough, concrete floor. Her head, locked in place, stared towards the ceiling with a dazed look in her eyes.

"Brooke!! Are you hurt!?" Jack reached down to help her up... though this had the curious effect of peeling her from the ground. She flopped in his hands like a pancake.

"N... no pain, just... a little dizzy..." Brooke murmured, her eyes spinning.

"G-gosh, you're flat as a disc, how do I... lemme just-"

Brooke yelped abruptly as Jack squashed and stretched her in his hands as if he was handling pizza dough, trying to air her out, or track down her limbs, or any discerning features. But the more he kneaded her, the more of a mess he was making. Brooke grimaced as the world spun around her, his hand carefully working through her.

She didn't hate this... his touch was careful, delicate, but firm as well... like a full body massage. Her yelps turned to relaxed moans of pleasure.

"D-don't stop..." She muttered, smiling drunkenly. It was then that Jack realized that Brooke wasn't in pain... but she wasn't back to normal either.

"I-I might've made things worse..." Jack admitted sheepishly, turning Brooke around in his hands; due to his handiwork, he had reformed her into a sphere, and her glossy, firm skin really gave off the look and feel of a rubber ball. He turned her around in his hands until he paused suddenly.

It was her face staring right back at him; her eyes shimmered, before darting off to the side.

"Gah... this is so embarrassing..." Her cheeks visibly reddened, her spherical form trembling slightly. "You must think I'm a massive freak..."

"H-hey, no, that's..." Jack swallowed, and forced a smile. "I-is this the big surprise you were planning?"

"N... not exactly." Brooke grimaced, her eyes darting back up. "It's been a long day..."

She recounted her day—the sudden tingling she experienced on her daily jog, followed by the melting and the stretching...

"I've been so caught in, in all of this, that I didn't prepare anything for you." She sighed. "I-I can understand if this is too much for you to deal with, but it just happened and-"

"H-hey, no, that's not it at all!" Jack interjected, squeezing her tenderly. He raised a hand to stroke the top of her smooth head. "I love you, okay? And I'm not going anywhere. I just wanted to make sure you're alright."

Brooke glanced up with a heartfelt look in her eyes; she could feel tears welling up in the corner of her eyes, a goofy smile coming to her face.

"...I'm alright now." She nodded, rocking herself back and forth in Jack's hands.

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With unconditional love and support in their hearts, the two acclimated reasonably quickly to Brooke's new body. As it turned out, Brooke was capable of a lot of strange, incredible feats now, and she had taken to experimenting and owning her new body. It had also led to some exciting new games between the two.

Of course, with such a dramatic change, particular rituals change as well, and Brooke had become increasingly playful about her quirks. Now whenever Jack returned home, it wasn't so easy to find Brooke. He'd poke his head through the front door, checking to see if anything was off today.

In the corner of the living room, there was a particular piece of furniture that wasn't there before. A lamp with a long, narrow blue stand with a flat, circular base, and a lampshade on top with a familiar, stark shade of red.

Jack's eyes narrowed, pacing towards the lamp. "Found you." Jack smirked, raising a hand to the shade.

Brooke chuckled, springing to life as the pole swayed, bending and elongating as it wrapped around his body, holding him snug. The lampshade opened up like a flower's petals, her red hair flowing behind her as she hovered just behind him; her hands squeezed his shoulders before her arms wrapped possessively down his body.

"Welcome home, sweety." She whispered into his ear. Her cheek brushed against his. She planted a tender kiss squarely on his cheek as her body squeezed him in a tender, loving embrace.

Brooke was so glad she had Jack in her life... someone who stuck with her no matter what. As long as he was in her corner, she could do anything... even if she hadn't quite let her parents in on her little secret. But that could wait—Jack and Brooke had a very special evening planned tonight.

"I love you." They whispered in unison, embracing each other intimately.