Commission: Inque's New Body (Part 1) (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 Ninten.

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For all of her physiologically baffling powers—her liquid-like body, her ability to defy conservation of mass, her shapeshifting prowess from a sultry vixen to a killing machine, and anything in between—she was a material woman with material goals. Born in a life of abject poverty, she made it her mission in life to get ahead by any means necessary: thieving, heists, ransoms... she'd kill if it meant there would be a good pay day at the end.

It wasn't as though her heart was as black as the rest of her form; she had a daughter to raise, and at the end of the day, money secured stability, safety... it secured one's future.

She gave it her all, fashioning herself, and her body into a flexible weapon. She subjected herself to numerous experiments, selling her body as a tool for rogue lab technicians to push the limits of the human body. The results were promising, but the side effects would be made apparent before long.

For a while, everything was just breezy. Her shapeshifting ability was flawless; she could fashion her body into whatever form she desired, and apart from her pale blue complexion, she could show her face in public. Who would suppose a meek woman like her would be masquerading as a shapeless, formless thief by night?

Of course, as she experimented with her powers, her curiosity and her desire for wealth pushed her in bold new directions. She got cocky dealing with one masked vigilante one too many times, and was frozen in the depths of Gotham Cryogenics. Her delicate physiology was damaged on a fundamentally genetic level; her very being was scarred, and she could no longer return to a normal life. She could not restore her human visage, cursed to remain a faceless slime monster.

For a moment, she had hope, that perhaps through an injection of more of the same mutagen that cursed her with her form, that she could return to a normal life. Perhaps rekindle her relationship with her estranged daughter. But she hadn't expected her daughter to work with the Batman, to betray her as she did.

Inque barely scraped by that encounter. Once again, she was alone. Her daughter had emptied her coffers, and Inque could feel her body continue to erode away, her fragile grip on reality slipping. She needed a win, and she was desperate.

She spent the better part of a month chasing down informants; her tendrils did the work choking the information they needed out of them. She needed mutagen, and she needed it badly. And as it turns out, word of the mutagen had leaked to the black market, and illegitimate start ups were running their own experiments. If she raided an underground lab, it wasn't like they were going to call the cops on her, or throw up the Bat Signal.

So she made her move. None of the labtechs expected a black ooze to lurch in from the vents, tendrils coiling and lashing out to twist around anyone within reach and casting them aside like trash. Security was helpless to stop her, their bullets just zipped through her form. The director, gasping for air as an ebony tendril constricted his windpipe, gurgled out the location of the the mutagen storage, before passing out.

A facsimile of a woman moulded itself, tendrils of ooze rising, coiling around each other to boneless arms. Her form lurched towards a cooling unit. An expressionless white mask at the head loomed, swaying as if examining its contents.

Countless vials, with enough doses to inject into a small school's worth of subjects. They must've been confident about the mutagen's efficacy... or perhaps they had found a desperate enough buyer to peddle it all off onto.

"They have to be kept at a precise temperature. I can't take it with me." Inque muttered to herself.

A tendril lashed towards the door handle and, with a strong pull, wrested the entire cooler from the wall. Another tendril caught the massive appliance, shaking it. A cacophony of clattering followed, vials crashing and shattering to the floor, pooling along the floor in a dark purple puddle.

Inque's body shifted over the byproduct left behind by the mutagen, her body lapping up as much as it could, her body squelching and writhing with each subtle moment. A thousand hungry mouths drank deeply of the mutagen, her body pulsating as it expanded to drink up every last drop. Her body tingled from her core to every tip of her tentacles, and she excitedly gave herself over to the feeling.

Her oozy form coalesced to the center of the room, writhing and pumping itself over and over, the mutagen sucked into her amorphous form. A pile of formless slime, black and purple with swirling patterns, shook, a feeling of ecstasy overcoming Inque. Tendrils branched out from her body, flexing and twisting into more rigid forms; her arms and legs developed once more, ending in familiar fingers and toes.

Her legs bent as she spread her legs, the ooze retracted between her legs to reveal her throbbing labia. Her feet tensed, squeaking against the stainless steel floor as she grunted and moaned. Some of the mutagen threatened to creep out from her womanhood; she arched her back, her arm lashing forward, coiling around her leg before plunging deep into her gaping pussy, thrusting into herself with two fingers. She massaged her labia as it opened wider, beckoning her to penetrate herself, to thrust deeper, to drink it all in.

Her other hand cupped the mutagen, which dribbled and shot out of her like her own love juice, and massaged it into her thighs, urging it to integrate with her body, to make her whole. She didn't realize how her ebony-black hair lay in shambles beneath her, how she bit her lip, how her eyes tensed...

...At least, not right away. She thrusted deeper and deeper into herself, arching her neck back. Her breath was hot, constant, erratic, a heat building inside of her, tingling her entire being, her body pulsating and twitching until...

"AAGHN!~"

She exhaled, relaxing as she came, her body settling, the tingling subsiding. She lay against the floor, raising a hand to her rising chest to catch her breath.

Her body was still. Rigid, yet no less flexible. That feeling of her body constantly melting and reforming of its own accord, she didn't feel that anymore. Somehow, she felt like her old self...

...Almost. The corner of her mouth twitched as her fingers travelled along her body. The subtlest squeaking sounds punctuated her every movement. She raised her head, grimacing slightly as her hands cupped her breasts; her cups felt like they had jumped up several sizes. They inflated and deflated with every breath she took.

And her whole body had this strange reflective sheen to it. Her pronounced hips rippled as she rose to her feet. She flexed her fingers, examining herself all the way down to her feet, her toes wrapped together underneath what felt like form-fitting spandex. Her nostrils flared up, picking up on a strange chemical smell.

She licked her black lips, turning to a reflection that she could make of herself in a particularly large piece of shattered glass. The form she had loved had restored itself; she parted her bangs with a satisfied smile.

"I'm in my own skin again..." She purred to herself. "The stabilizing mutagen was everything it was cracked up to be-"

RATATATATAT!

Her train of thought was cut off by the sound of gunfire, and the sensation of several dozen bullets lodging into her backside. She grunted as bullet after bullet embedded inside of her, trying to burying past her; she saw a couple bullets tent her midriff, before her body snapped back into focus.

She exhaled, the bullets sliding out of her and clattering to the floor. Her torso swivelled 180 degrees, her hands firmly placed on her hips, her finger tapping impatient.

"Do you mind?" Inque muttered, an eyebrow perked up in marked annoyance as she stared down a helmeted member of security clutching a machine gun.

The man stared, his jaw agape; he pulled the trigger, but his clip was empty. Inque smirked to herself, her arm lashing forward. In a matter of moments, it coiled around his chest, compressing his ribcage. She lifted him above the ground effortlessly, her outstretched arm curving elegantly.

"I thought I dealt with all of you masked creeps." She scoffed. "The least you could do is give a woman some privacy..."

The man yelped as she casually flung him to the wall like so much unwanted trash. Perhaps a bit too casually; he collided hard with a set of overhanging pipes connected to an emergency fire system.

TSSSSSSST! Pressurized water began to spray from the ceiling pipes. Inque's head jerked upwards with a gasp as a jet of water headed straight for her!

Her eyes widened in terror. Her form didn't like water, she'd melt right down if she was sprayed. She cursed her soluble body; it was coming in too fast! She braced her arms for impact and prepared to shuffle out of the way once she was reduced to a fine sludge...

The jet of water hit her arms; her arms bent, wobbled, and yielded to the intense water pressure, but... they did not lose their solidity. She paused, cocking her head to the side. She saw beads of water trickling down her form like beads of rain...

"...oh my goodness." She uttered to herself. She pivoted to the side, allowing the jet stream to splash harmlessly against the ground. Inque examined her body, admiring the rubbery sheen her body had; it glistened in the artificial life. It was as if a thin layer of latex surrounded her entire body, like a balloon warping to the liquids rushing about inside.

Her black lips widened, her hands brushing off a few errand beads of water from her chest. She found herself wanting to experiment; she was in a lab after all, and it wasn't like anyone was going to stop her.

Her limbs elongated, dragging along the floor before quickly lashing around her. Her legs gave out as she bowed, her body squeaking as it wrapped around itself, over and over, tighter and tighter; the creases in her form melted away into a smooth surface, patterned like her indigo and back skin.   She had no eyes, but she could perceive everything around her. She rolled out, a perfect spherical rubber ball. It bounced once, twice, higher and higher, pounding against the walls and floors like an out of control volleyball. With each concussive impact, she could feel her body press against the hard surface, kinetic energy rippling through her entire being. She moaned in ecstasy as the Inque ball rocketed towards the ceiling.

A tendril lashed out, wrapping around a nearby pipe; the ball swung around and around as if strapped to a tether. Her body yielded to the g-forces that pressed all around her; she let go, surging downwards and making a hard impact to the ground below.

The ball exploded into a mess of flailing tendrils. For a split second, it seemed as though her body had faceplanted against the ground... but her human exterior warped itself more and more as every part of her body stretched in all directions, loud rubbery squeaking punctuating every movement. Her arms, her legs, her torso, her neck, her midriff, all bonelessly curled and twisted as she grew rapidly, gaining several feet by the second.

Her arms coiled along supporting pillars like vines creeping along fence posts, her legs slithered along the floor, tumbling over each other. Her vision blurry, constantly inverting as her neck elongating, pressing against the ceiling, wedging itself into a corner, and then pressing on further. Her torso wrapped around all manners of monitoring machines and piping.

She gasped, her body crossing over itself; she moaned, feeling herself knotting in a dozen different places as her body crossed, arm against leg, neck against thigh. She was so tight, but she felt more potential still, her body aching, yearning to stretch further; her crotch quivering, aching for satisfaction.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw her foot drop past her, attached to a boneless leg that must've stretched over a hundred feet on its own. This wasn't a modest lab, and this wasn't a small room... but no matter where she looked, she saw herself, pillars of black and indigo stretched taut, wrapped around key features of the room.

Her foot pressed against her labia, pressing itself deeper inside of her. She rocked her body, the metal fixtures of the room creaking under her intense pressure; her arms slithered up and down her body, hugging herself all over. She pulled more and most, the knots compressing her growing tighter and tighter. Her body was suffocating her, and she was loving every second of it.

Through fluttering eyes, she trailed how her arms hung above her in draping curves, reaching towards the ceiling, curling around the pipes, along her body, along the floor... the floor was positively buried in drapes upon drapes of her body. Her impossible body defied explanation as it continued to buzz and tingle, still growing.

She bit her lip as the room creaked around her. She grimaced as a spot of power wafted from above, snowing upon her luscious hair. She cocked her head up, eyes widening.

There were cracks in the ceiling. Hairline cracks, but they were fresh. The room protested more as her body continued to grow, continued to coil around everything, continued to tighten around itself; she was pulling the pillars towards the center of the room with an otherworldly strength...

She grinned to herself, and pulled hard.

CRACK!

The pillars shifted violently, massive fissures materialized around the base; they slid on their own, bits of rubble pelting the floor as the larger pieces shifted, tumbled, and smashed. Inque grinned with menacing glee; as the supports fell, the roof's cracks branched out further and further...

With the pillars destroyed, there was nothing supporting the ceiling. She watched as the roof began to crumble, raining destruction upon her stretched out form, a sense of release washing over her as her taut body loosened, flopping to the floor like squid-ink pasta.

The capsizing roof shattered in large blocks, crashing down upon her person. Her malleable body cushioned a lot of the impact; Inque was no stranger to mass destruction of property, but she hadn't quite had a thrill like this, her body pinned down by several tons of concrete.

It took less than a minute for the roof to collapse entirely; streetlights and billboards illuminated the destruction left in Inque's wake. For a moment, there was silence, save for the pittering of rain that drenched the urbanized ghetto that was the west end of Gotham.

Under one of the largest pieces of rubble, two hands, each fifteen feet apart from one another, grasped the edges, her fingers curling as she tightened her grip. She grunted, heaving the rubble aside. From the destruction, Inque rose, her body stretching skyward like a plant sprouting from the earth.   Her torso stretched, towering above the wreckable; her limbs coiled around her pillar of a torso, feeling herself all over. Apart from the odd pebble wedged on the exterior of her rubbery body, she had emerged without so much as a scratch.

She swayed with a smile, her body squeaking as her arms slid up and down her body. She glanced skywards to the rain from above.

"This stabilizing mutagen is perfect," Inque purred. "Not even a particularly rainy day could bring me down now... never mind the Batman~"

She giggled. The rubble beneath her clicked and rattled as she traced the limits of her sensations, trailing her legs that twisted and writhed under the layer of shattered concrete that lay fifteen feet below her.

"Well..." She sighed. "Someone will be suspicious of a building coming down. Even in the middle of the boonies. I suppose I have to make my escape..."

Her eyes lowered to a river neighbouring the now-ruined facility. The water used to be her enemy... but perhaps it could be her ally.

Her body rose like a cobra, arcing elegantly towards the flowing river like an ebony rainbow; she splashed into the water, her limbs trailing behind her. To her delight, she didn't disperse; she simply crested the surface, bobbing along like a floatie. She chuckled, flexing her hand as she raised it to her lips.

Fffffftt. She blew into her hand, puffing her cheeks. Her body creaked, before it swelled on its own; her breast grew several cup sizes, each one the size of a basketball. Her waist, thighs and putt popped out in turn as well, her skin stretching under the slight pressure. She chuckled, her hands massaging her exaggerated curves as she bobbed effortlessly along the gently flowing river.

Her ebony skin blended in with the darkness as she made her escape, disappearing into the darkness of an overhanging bridge... When she was obscured by darkness, she crept to a side-walk underneath the overhang, creeping along to see if anyone would notice her.

Typically, she needed a disguise; she rather liked hiding out in broad daylight... or nightlight, as it were, but a particular advertisement hanging from the bridge caught her eye; one Margaret Real Estate featured a fairly attractive, if not somewhat plain-looking woman. The gears were turning in her head...

Her oozy form shifted at her whim; her pronounced breasts melted into her being as her skin rippled, unfurling into a bright red blazer; it was hardly subtle, but perhaps she could blend in better by pretending to be someone who wasn't trying at all to hide. Her long hair slicked back into a hair bun, and two tendrils slicked across her cheek-bones and nose, forming a pair of bifocals.

She took one confident step after another, high-heels forming at her feet. She glanced to her hands; they were no longer a pale blue, but peach-coloured... like any other normal hand.

Her eyes, green as emeralds, glistened with excitement that bubbled deep within her; she chuckled as her high heels clicked against the pavement. Her hands flexed as they ballooned into the shapes of a leather briefcase and an umbrella—seemingly mundane objects that were nonetheless a part of her. She could feel the pitter patter of rain on her umbrella.

She sauntered along with a wide grin as she headed towards downtown, ready to blend into the crowds, as if nothing happened at all...

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Inque had returned to her hideout, hunkered over a desk. Her fingers drummed along the oaken wood as she examined blueprints. She took particular note of the ventilation systems; there was no entry way too stifling for her now.

She tilted her head, stroking her rubbery hair. It was entrancingly smooth to the touch. She found herself marveling at her own form; she didn't know she could be more powerful, her abilities more potent. But her latest discovery proved to be a gamechanger.

Inque felt like her capabilities were limitless now. Still, she was a material woman... but now she was alone. And that mean she didn't need to share her power, or her profits with anyone.

She chuckled to herself, taking a seat, crossing her shapely legs. She rocked her hips as her mind wandered. She supposed with such an exit she made at that facility, it would only be a matter of time until the Batman was breathing down her neck again.

But she would be ready. This time, she would earn her prize. And no one would be able to stop her.

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