Commission: Fist of Putty (Part 1)

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An underground martial arts tournament was being held in a discreet location. Video cameras surrounded an isolated arena, wherein two young women, each in their young-20s, were about to face off in a championship bout. A ring of monitors flickers above the women, displaying black silhouetted figures looming over the combatants—figures of repute anonymously betting on the spectacle to come.

Jenny brushed back her short black hair, brushing it to keep the bangs out of her face. Garbed in a two-piece karate gi that hugged her curves and exposed her well-conditioned midriff, she bounced up and down as if to loosen up.

She faced off against her opponent with a determined look in her eyes. They exchanged looks; her opponent grinned, her lips curling into a twisted smile. She had just finished tying her blonde hair back into a ponytail, before parting her legs; the sole of her bare feet squeaked against the padded ground.

Booooooong. A gong bellowed emphatically. The first round had begun.

Jenny wasn't one to wait around for her opponent to come to her; she was already charging towards Emily from the word 'go', getting a running start.

Emily smirked, content to stand there and let Jenny approach; for a split second, Jenny hesitated, momentarily confused, pivoting in front of Emily, turning her jumping kick into a high-arcing kick to the face!

Sqsh.

Jenny paused. A kick with that much power behind it should've settled this match before it could even start. She anticipated the crunching of bone, a broken nose even. But it felt like she had just kicked a beanbag chair.

She looked up, eyes wide; her foot had pressed into Emily's face. She could feel the resistance of Emily's seemingly plasticine skin as her foot pressed further and further into her opponent's grinning head, visibly melting and deforming under the pressure. She even wriggled her toes to confirm what she was feeling, confirming the sensation of some material she could only describe as bubble gum creeping between her toes. Adhering to her, squeezing her right back, undulating and creeping up her foot. She could feel Emily's hot breath on the sole of her foot...

Jenny's eyes narrowed on her foot, how it burrowed into Emily's head and futilely attempted to burrow through to the other side. She could see the outline of her foot, wrapped tightly in a layer of Emily's own skin; she flexed her ankle as if to confirm, stirring her foot inside of Emily's doughy head. She grimaced, trying to wrest her foot free, but Emily's head seemed to have a sticky grip all of its own, adhering to the soles of her feet with wet slicks.

Emily leaned her head back, revealing the foot-sized imprint left on her face, her eye sunken in, unblinking. Her caved-in cheek advanced with pulsing undulations; Jenny watched with pointed disgust as Emily's face popped back into its former shape with a wet pop.

Jenny lowered her leg and bounced back. Her eyebrows furrowed as she assessed the situation. Emily was always so desperate to beat her in a bout. It appeared she had found a way to alter her entire body to something resembling bubblegum, or taffy. Would physical strikes even work??

Emily chuckled, sensing Jenny's hesitance. Her neck elongated, squeaking with the exertion, extending a foot all on its own, and tilted to the side. Her head dangled upside down, her playful smile inverted. She lowered a hand to her cleavage, drawing her fingers along her skin; it squeaked aloud in a pronounced manner.

Emily's finger elongated on its own as she pointed to Jenny, gesturing to her to strike again, curling in and out bonelessly into a tight spiral. Jenny scowled, and took her up on that offer. She made for a jab...

Emily saw her move, raising her hand to block. It swelled and deformed into the shape of an oversized boxing mitt, effortlessly absorbing the impact of Jenny's strike; the energy from Jenny's powerful strike reverberated through Emily's entire body, and Emily couldn't help herself from letting out a moan, her buxom squeaking and jiggling emphatically. Jenny tried to strike again with her other fist, but was met with another mit.

Her hands were stuck, enveloped up to her forearms by Emily's deformed mitts. She grunted, feeling her fists getting squeezed up with rhythmic, pulsing beats. She tried to wrestle herself out, the tightness of the material compressing her hands. She managed to wrest one of her fists free, groaning as Emily's skill clung stubbornly to her knuckles like glue, creaking anxiously as she brought her fist back, stretching her skin. Jenny grunted, pulling as hard as she could, ignoring the pervasive lurching and squeaking of Emily's deformed body rubbing against her own, until...

BUMP! Emily suddenly inflated her gut, striking Jenny back with the impact of a car's airbag. Jenny staggered back as her face pressed against Emily's expanding, falling on her ass. She gawked at the imprint her body left on Emily's body; it rippled with Emily's annoying, taunting laugh.

Jenny recovered and charged back to strike at Emily's inflated beer gut of a belly, striking rapidly with the soles of her feet. The stomach gave, wobbling and resisting in strange ways, wet squelching noises ringing out with each strike. Jenny huffed with each exertion; she was building up quite a sweat, and it felt like she was stepping in pizza dough.

And the more she kicked, the more there seemed to be. Emily's beer gut had expanded twice as wide as her hips. It gurgled forebodingly, pulsing again and again with growth.

Jenny had an idea. Narrowing her eyes, she surged forward, stepping along the expanse of Emily's gut; strands stretched so thin that you could see through Emily's skin. It felt like Jenny was waist-deep in a tar pit; she winced, fighting through the gross sensations of mushy skin enveloping her, rippling around her. She pressed on and on. Emily didn't think she'd make it through, but with one emphatic bounce...

THWACK! Jenny pulled off a spinning jump kick, her heel burrowing itself into Emily's chin. Emily's head was sent flying towards the ceiling of the arena, her neck rapidly elongating to a length of fifteen feet until her head flattened against the ceiling. Emily groaned, her head stirring slightly as her head adhered stickily to the ceiling, thin gumlike strands appearing as her head slooooowly unmushed itself, trying to unpeel from the ceiling.

Emily's body staggered back, in a daze; her stomach deflated, revealing her toned midriff. Jenny saw her chance! She looked to Emily's legs, kicking at her knees; they buckled bonelessly, stretching like taffy and holding a distorted shape before Jenny went for a powerful stomp towards Emily's foot!

Shlurp... the foot yielded easily to Jenny's pressuring, bubbling and deforming in all directions, partially enveloping Jenny's foot, adhering to it, shuffling back and forth with a sticky, sweaty quality. She could feel Emily wriggling between her toes...

Jenny blinked, staggering as she could feel a soft bump running under her foot; a cursory glance indicated that it was Emily's heel. Jenny staggered as the sole of her foot made contact with the cool padding of the floor. She watched Emily's flattened foot writhe out on its own like a slithering snake with soft, blemishless skin instead of hard scales. It wobbled, reforming itself into a foot.

Splat. Jenny watched as Emily's head fell the length from the ceiling to the floor, ending in a pathetic pile some ten feet away; her elongated neck rippled as it slumped to the floor in piles, before quickly retracting, her skin squeaking against the floor like rubber. Her head dragged along the floor, riding alongside her backside.

Emily reached back to steady her head as the rest of her neck reeled back, 'screwing' it back on with a sneer. She brushed back her blonde ponytail, wearing a smug look as she looked across to Jenny; she was drenched in sweat keeping up with this.

Emily cackled, enjoying the sensation of the padded floor between her increasingly elongating legs. She refused to retract her limbs, lowering herself into a perfect split as her legs writhed against the floor. Her feet lifted from the ground as she looked more like a distorted, snake-like parody of herself.

Emily moaned, drinking in the feeling as she embraced her new superpowers—her entire body tingled with a sensual electricity, overstimulated by stimuli, indulging herself as her legs lengthened, as she grew several feet taller and longer. She loomed over Emily, sneering with a look of hateful malice.

Jenny grunted, bouncing back onto her feet as she charged forward, trying to strike at Emily's exposed midriff, using her navel as a target. But Emily wibbled and wobbled, her torso the exaggeration of a belly dancer's moves as she dodged each strike.

When Jenny tried to strike with a thrusting kick, Emily's long, boneless leg lashed forward. Jenny grunted as her outstretched leg was suspended, wincing as Emily's leg, now stretched to incomprehensible lengths, coiled and tightened around her leg. Jenny's eyes locked onto Emily's bare foot, and made to grab it!

Within her fight grip, Emily's foot ballooned, wetly lurching as the putty-like material surged to the sole of her foot and her toes; they ballooned to twice their side as Jenny squeezed, bobbing and swaying with exertion. She held as tight as she could, determined to stop Emily from advancing any further...

...But it was no use. Jenny watched with dread as Emily's foot burbled and lurched, compressing itself into the palm of her hand, slipping wetly through her fingers. Her boneless calf flopped against the floor, before rising up, renewing its rapid coiling. Emily grinned as the heel of her foot slipped between Jenny's legs in a kicking motion!

Jenny yelped as she felt her body lift from the ground, flipped into the air, and slammed hard into the ground, squarely on her backside. She groaned, arching her back in decided pain. She had to get back on her feet...

But before she could react, Emily was already on top of her. Her entire body wobbled and shlorped, undulating in strange, alien ways as her limbs, her torso, and her neck were stretched incomprehensibly long; her arms bound up her legs in a double helix, pressing them together, while one of her legs tied up her wrists.

Jenny grunted and struggled, finding herself face to face with Emily; her head, bobbing along the length of a five-foot-long neck, swayed back and forth like a python. From the side, her free leg slithered into view; her big toe lengthed on its own, making a tense sound like a stretching elastic band, as she tauntingly booped Jenny in the nose.

Emily had Jenny ensnared, immobile, and entirely subdued. She delighted in the sensation of Jenny's warm body, their impossibly soft skin rubbing together, Emily's skin loosening and tensing in rhythmic beat. She could feel Jenny's warm breath as she grunte, Emily tightening her full-body grip, exploring every curve of Jenny's immobilized body.

Emily was confident she had won. But it wouldn't be over until she got Jenny back for the humiliating loss she handed to her... and paid it all back tenfold.

Emily's elongated limbs zipped around Jenny's body so quickly it would have caused rugburn. Her torso wobbled upwards as she found her footing; her arms crossed over themselves in knots, squeaking emphatically against each other; her legs retracting as one planted itself firmly on Jenny's chest, and the other on Jenny's face. Hard.

Jenny grunted, the sole of Emily's foot pressing deeper. She could feel her toes curling with anticipation as Emily grit her teeth.

Emily raised her foot, and brought it crashing down on Jenny's face!

Shlurp! Gurgle...

...Emily's confident smile wavered. She expected to cave her rivals skull in. She did not expect it to deform entirely. She curled her toes, curiously stirring her foot in a doughy substance, hued the same colour as her former rival. She raised her foot with a look of disgust, noting how the substance splattered, how it caked her foot, how it got between her toes. She stirred her foot around curiously, noting the wet sucking sounds that punctuated each movement of her foot as she scrunched her toes.

Whack! Emily staggered forward; someone had kicked her squarely in her behind! She turned around indignantly, rubbing her asscheek to smooth out the imprint it left, shaking her foot of the remaining chunks of doughy gunk.

...Something moved in the corner of her eye. She glanced down, her eyes widening as the pile of ooze that used to be Jenny's head shuffled. She cocked her head, catching the specks of ooze dribbling over in streams to the source, watching the mass writhe and bubble.

And then she saw it. She saw Jenny's body—her decapitated body—on its feet like nothing happened. Emily staggered back in surprise, her eyes locked on the pile of ooze as it crept towards Jenny's leg.The pile moved on its own, collecting around her foot, riding slightly up her leg as it sunk into her skin.

Jenny's neck burbled and popped, bubbles gurgling and growing up from her smooth neck, rounding out to a spherical shape. And then, as if an artisan's invisible hands were at work, the sphere began to mould itself, forming a chin, defined cheekbones...

...A sinister smile mirroring the one Emily wore at the start of the match. And locks of short black hair sprouting from the top.

Emily was stunned; she was sure that her trump card would help her seize the day, but she hadn't counted on one thing: Jenny was competitive, and just as eager to go to any length to win, no matter the cost to her own body.

Jenny parted her legs, and got into a fighting stance. It was time for the second round.