Commission: Inque's New Body (Part 2) (18+)

Summary: Rapidly losing her humanity, Inque, the shapeshifting femme fatale, raids an underground laboratory for more mutagen to stabilize her condition. She gets more than she bargained for.  Commissioned by an anonymous user.

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It had been twenty years since Terry McGinnis had assumed Batman's mantle, rising to a cause left by the legendary Bruce Wayne. Neo Gotham City had seen a deluge of new maniacs terrorizing its streets, but Terry had experience behind him; decades of training and the advent of cutting-edge technology had rounded off his rough edges; he was a paragon of strength and justice.

But there was never any rest for the wicked. Even decades later, Gotham's seedy underbelly was keen to creep out from the darkness. And there was one nasty rumour, spoken barely above whispers, that piqued his curiosity.

A collection of underground labs had gone up in flames over the last few weeks. While Barbara Gordon's men-in-blue canvassed and preserved the crime scenes, Terry kept to the shadows, conducting an investigation on his own. It was nice to have the illegal operations closed up, but that wasn't what concerned him.

There was a commonality between the scenes. Evidence of a strange purple substance splattered under rubble, along walls, stuck in piping and vents. It was consistent, strangely familiar... but he thought it was impossible.

He ran some tests to confirm, comparing the results with samples that were stored at Gotham Cryogenics. For many of the samples found across various incidents, the slime residues were a match for one of his most dangerous adversaries: the deadly polymorphic agent known only as Inque.

But the latest incident provided samples of a different make-up. A modified genetic portfolio, one reinforcing and integrating previously disparate genomes. Before it was unstable, but now it was resilient. Dangerous.

Inque had gone incognito for years—perhaps picking a fight with Justice League Unlimited had something to do with that—and Terry assumed, perhaps somewhat optimistically, that she was no longer in any condition to push her condition further into disrepair. But it seemed that she had found a solution to her problems.

Inque was a powerful adversary, and a proud one at that. If she saw the masked vigilante Batman as a mark, she wouldn't hesitate to bring him down; he would have to be prepared for a deadly encounter...

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Terry wouldn't have to wait long for Inque to make her latest move. Her tastes were refined, yet straightforward; from their past entanglements, he knew she had a preference for the high life. Lavish spending, rivers of champagne, the whole nine yards. The sort of stories associated with Bruce Wayne the playboy.

And there was a marquee event in downtown Neo Gotham—a gala for the socialite elites to auction for extravagant luxuries suiting their station in life. It was a somewhat garish function, but Terry understood that it was the exact sort of ultra-chique gaudiness that would draw Inque's attention.

His first instinct was to attend as part of the staff and keep an eye on things, but the security detail was established, tight, and fairly stiff in the upper lip. Naturally, he'd have to don the suit and patrol from the shadows.

Hacking into a security panel near the door, he let himself into the storage area a floor below the main gala hall. He carefully examined the contents—there was no shortage of sometimes strange, always gaudy inclusions to the chamber, established like a hidden gallery. He spotted marble statues, chiselled by a trendy new artist he had only heard of in passing; a purple tarp rug draped on a rack; an emerald carved into the shape of a tiger...

...there was someone else in here. But no one was supposed to be in this room right now. His eyes narrowed, studying the room.

Something shifted in the corner of his eye. He pivoted to his right, fists clenched.

Shshshsh! The carpet had flourished to life, diving towards him as if carried by an invisible gail! It elongated rapidly, rising up, and lashed around his chest, over and over. His hips and chest were compressed by the purple and ebony fabric.

"Long time no see, batboy~"

A sultry voice purred into his ear; Inque's slimy hair tendrils slid down Terry's shoulder like paint as she tilted her head, her cheeks stretching with a predatory smile. Her buxom inflated in palpitations, pressing her chest into his; she stirred, her barely-hidden labia rubbing against his chiseled form.

"If you missed me that much, you could've written," Terry grimaced. "You know where I work."

"Distance makes the heart grow fonder. Though I suppose we've had our differences..." Inque teased Terry, tightening her oppressive coils.

"Age difference is up there. I was still in high school when we met," Terry grunted as Inque put the figurative and literal squeeze on him. "You have to be in your fifties or sixties by now..."

"When you have money, age is no object." Inque tilted her head. "I don't look a day over twenty four, don't you agree?"

Her coiled tendrils began to ooze and melt against his chiselled, perfect form, she moaned, feeling her body slip over him like a perfectly-fitting latex suit. A second one, at that.

"Time has a way of catching up to people." Terry scoffed. "Can't teach an old dog new tricks."

"Don't bore me with inane, elementary school wordplay, batty. I got a score to sett-"

EEEEEEEEEEEE! A shrill, gastly alarm blared from somewhere on Terry's suit, reverberating against her supple skin; her body warbled, lost cohesion, and melted down to the floor in a slagheap, the molecules in her body agitated by the shrill sound. Terry backed off from the oozy Inque as she pulled herself back together, lurching upwards on a pillar of ooze.

"Tch... I suppose I'll have to pull myself together properly to deal with you." She growled, brushing off her shoulder; it reflected a glossy, reflective sheen as her body solidified into a rubbery mass.

"What was your game with those lab facilities, Inque?" Terry parted his legs, tensing up and getting ready for a battle. Inque smirked, and stood pat.

"Ohhh, I just wanted to feel like myself again. Is that a crime, bats?" She cocked her head to the side.

"It is when you leave that much rubble behind." Terry's eyebrows furrowed.

"Oh, well." Inque shrugged. "Really, I was hoping to get your attention!"

She lashed her arms forward at lightning speeds, tugging around Terry's shoulders and chest. She paced forward with sultry steps, her backside burbling and sprouting yet more tentacles that went for his legs and hips.

Her grip was firm, domineering. Her fingers pressed against his abs. "You suit leaves so little to the imagination, hm?" As her fingers travelled up his body, her tentacles constricted against his loins, teasing his concealed weapon.

Her body pressed against his as he struggled in her grip. She licked her lips, fingers tapping against his studly chin.

"I'm practically naked myself." Inque purred. "I wonder if you carry any sex-toys in that utility belt of your~"

She parted her lips and leaned forward for a kiss, her lips locking with his. Yet more tendrils surged from her form, holding his head still as her tongue pressed into his mouth—a mass that threatened to grow longer, slip down his throat, suffocate him from the inside in a flirtatious, yet foul act of homicide; a fitting end for the man who ruined her life.

But Terry had other plans, and she had put herself exactly where he wanted her.

ZZZZT!

"URK!" Inque yelped in shock as a powerful electric current surged through her liquidy body, her six-inch tongue seizing and flailing out from his mouth. Startled, she lost control and lurched to the floor into a puddle of latex ooze. She moaned, her formless body heaving and rocking on its own.

Terry adjusted the cuffs of his suit; they crackled with electrical energy, but powered down with a twist. He raised an arm to the ceiling and, with a kchunk, shot a grapple hook upwards; it latched itself around the rafters above, lifting him from the ground.

He perched on a railing and looked down upon the form of Inque, quickly pulling into itself and reforming into her shapely, womanly form. She brushed her hair back and glanced upwards with a glare.

"Such a brute. Did old man Bruce teach you those manners?" Inque placed a hand on her hip. "No wonder you turned out the way you did."

"You talk a lot for a cat burglar with an exploitable weakness." Terry scoffed, slamming a fist against a nearby red panel... one that read PRESS IN CASE OF FIRE.

FSHHHHHHHHHHH! The sprinkler system activated in short order, drenching the room in a total deluge of water! He watched and waited for her to scream, melt down, and flee to some place else...

...But she didn't flee. The water simply beaded on her skin, travelling down her shapely curves in gentle streaks. She extended her palm upwards as if to catch scant raindrops.

"...Mm. I guess old dogs do learn some new tricks." She glanced at her hand as if examining her nails, before glancing up to an astonished Terry.

She beamed, flexing her arms as they stretched and grew, her body squeaking like taut rubber; her hands ballooned to ten times their regular size as she gripped the railings, almost ripping them off in her powerful grip. Her body lengthened on its own like an inky black cobra, lashing around the walkways.

Terry sprinted away from the rapidly growing Inque tailing him in rapid pursuit. He grit his teeth, looking below from his heightened vantage point to find an advantage against Inque. If water wouldn't work, he'd have to resort to something else; physical attacks would just bounce right off of her...

He spotted a massive water-tank; he could make out long, shadowy forms inside. He squinted through his mask, trying to get more information.

...Ah, yes. That would do.

"Get back here!" Inque roared, her hand reaching to clutch Terry. He glanced back and dove from the rafters; jets installed in his boots gave him the extra lift he needed to clear the gap, but Inque was still gaining ground. And before he could touch down again...

"GOTCHA!" Inque cackled, her hand clasping firmly around Terry; her long, sinewy body tumbled after she grasped Terry, hitting the water with a splash!

Terry wrestled in Inque's grip, struggling to wrest himself free. Inque raised her free hand; nasty claws formed at the tips of her fingers, and slashed at his wrists.

"You're really a stubborn sort, aren't you? You already saw, water just bounces off of me, and now I took away your toys, and clipped your wings." Inque smiled. "Now... should I wring the life out of you, or watch you drown before my very eyes? Decisions decisions..."

"..."

Terry smirked. Inque paused, her eyebrows narrowing. Her hair and her form billowed elegantly in the water...

"What is that cheeky smile? Maybe I ought to cut it right off-"

ZZZT! The water around Inque crackled and illuminated as narrow, shadowy shapes lurked around her unfurling form. She glanced about, her eyebrows furrowed.

"What?? What are these... electric eels? What kind of rich baron needs electric EEEEEE!"

They zipped around her, electrifying the water around her; startled and dazed, she released her grip on Terry; he clawed his way over the lip of the tank and landed on his feet; he turned to look into the oversized glass tank.

"...oh boy." He muttered, his eyes narrowing. He intended on keeping a careful eye on Inque to ensure she wouldn't get away for the umpteenth time...

...but perhaps it would've been better if he didn't watch. The eels swarmed around her form as she floated in the tank, her legs rising to her chest. One eel slithered in between her cleavage, the tip of its tail crackling with electric energy; her erect nipples stiffened as they were shocked, her breasts pulsating, growing, pressing against the glass.

"AAAAHNG!~" She moaned, arching her back as her limbs stretched in all directions along inky trails. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she felt the slimy eels drape themselves around her parting legs, hugging her thighs, squeezing and massaging her body. Her pulsating labia widened, lips pulsing, yearning to be filled...

She flexed her hand, wiggling her fingers as they bonelessly coiled around one another; the seams between them melted away, before they bloated and rounded out into a bulbous dildo, its shaft fat at the middle. The electricity feeding into her body from the eels massaging and caressing her seemed to concentrate squarely into her forearm. It began to vibrate as she lowered it between her legs, hungrily thrusting into herself, in and out; her hips were shaking and gyrating with each passionate thrust, her tongue lolling as she viciously pleasured herself.

The gentle blue water rapidly darkened, salt-water spilling over the lips of the tank as Inque expanded and grew, seemingly without limit. The electric shocks teased her sensitive body all over, strange sensations coursing through her form that now stretched at least fifty feet, and looped several times around the tank. She looped herself into knots, stretching herselt taut, melted down, reformed at rapid rates as she climaxed over and over; black inky ooze positively gushed from her womanhood, which pressed flat against the glass as if she was presenting herself to Terry...

...Well, Terry as well as the security ops assigned to the gala. And a couple acquaintances from Gotham Cryogenics; they raised their freeze rays towards the tank.

FSHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Inque was utterly oblivious, her expression of pure sexual ecstasy frozen in place as the water around her plummeted in temperature, crystalizing into ice and encasing her in a sub-zero prison.

Terry folded his arms, glancing to one of the Gotham Cryogenic lab techs, fully geared up in what appeared to be a hazmat suit. "Not sure if the eels deserved such a raw deal."

"No worries, Batman," the young sounding labtech nodded. "Our cryogenic process is completely harmless to living creatures; we can extract them back at the lab."

"Oh. Well good." Batman turned back to the iced-over tank, his eyes tracing Inque's static form, flowing elegantly in watercolour streaks against the backdrop of the frozen water, in the middle of pleasuring herself. Terry squinted.

"Now that I look at it... this does resemble some of the art pieces I've seen kicking around here." He quipped, tilting his head as if appraising a painting.

Batman left the detainment of Inque to Gotham Cryogenics, working in tandem with the security team, to wheel her away and into a more secure holding cell. Considering how she had previously escaped from Gotham Cryogenics, a policy review would have to be in order. And it wasn't entirely clear how ice would be able to hold against her new, empowered body...

...Inque was single-minded in her goals, but never lacked persistence. Terry had a feeling this wouldn't be the last he'd see of Inque.