Melty Mercury From Outer Space: Chapter 10

Summary: Nikki is taken over by an extraterrestrial symbiote that changes her into a metal slime girl. While this comes with great power, she's unsure if she can control herself, or handle the extra baggage that comes with it.

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Melty Mercury From Outer Space

Chapter 10 

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

The blaring sound of the alarm clock pierced the silence of Nikki's bedroom, causing a raucous commotion. From underneath the bed sheets, Nikki's mass writhed and undulated to life with a sudden jerk. The bedsheets draped over her stirred silently as a flat mass just underneath was given form, stirring awake. 

A silvery tendril snaked out from underneath the bed sheets and clumsily knocked the clock to the floor with a slow swing, nudging the snooze button in the process. The clock clattered to the floor, the LCD numbers on the front blinking listlessly.

...The tendril writhed again, lurching forward as its bulbous head prodded the alarm clock. It expanded, and began to envelop the alarm clock. A sudden excited movement from underneath the bed sheets punctuated this movement. From the side of the bed, the silvery substance oozed down the side of the bed frame, where the tendril lay attempting to absorb the clock. 

A great mercurial puddle spread along the floor of the apartment once more, completely enveloping the clock in the process. It burbled, making a gutteral sound as a pillar of ooze arose from the puddle. Swaying unsteadily, the mercury climbed along its as the puddle receded. 

Limbs materialized, and then digits and fingers. Facial features appeared as if modeled from clay. Her twintails snaked from her head, growing like vines. 

Finally, Nikki's familiar, albeit decidedly alien blue iris came to light, as she rubbed her head. She groaned, feeling an ecstatic buzzing coursing through her body as it worked silently to break down the components of her long-consumed alarm clock. She could feel it inside her, rushing to level out her exaggerated curves. 

"Ugh..."

Nikki slumped down against the bed, the springs creaking under the strain. The feeling of reforming herself after waking up like that felt horrendous. Like having just woken up fifteen feet underwater, and scrambling to resurface before drowning. There was a heavy weight that punctuated her being, her mind feeling a little slower on the uptake this morning. The clock couldn't have added that much mass to her. 

Nikki didn't feel like she had a restful sleep. She wasn't sure if she rested at all, in the technical sense of the word. It just felt like time had moved forward, and waking up in the middle of the night over whatever that freaky dream was didn't help matters. She hoped to stew on her options for what to do today, but... today had come.

She slumped back against her pillow. She really wanted to stay in bed, think this over. Maybe five more minutes...

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

All of a sudden, her mouth shot open, and a familiar, blaring sound blurted out from within. It was even louder... it was inside her own head, her mouth serving as a speaker! Her body vibrated with each irritating sound, and she had to clasp her mouth shut to get it to stop. Her eyes were wide like dinner plates...

"What... what the hell?" Nikki sputtered, looking down at herself, how her legs merged into a single column of slime. "What am I, part alarm clock now!?"

How was she going to explain that if it happened in public? She felt like she shut it off properly this time—the snooze button was probably a holdover from a second ago—but she might need to shut that off permanently. Or at least if someone was staying over. The idea of reprogramming herself was... distressing.

Nikki's mouth flattened as she lowered her hands. There was no way she could let anyone stay over ever again! ...Not like that was a realistic option, considering the state of her apartment. Her eyes drifted around the single apartment, now becoming increasingly cramped.

She paused, and then rose to her feet.

"I'm not gonna let this crap get the better of me!" Nikki reaffirmed to herself like a mantra. "So what if I'm more womachine than woman, I... I can live my normal everyday life just fine!"

Pounding her fist into her palm, a look of determination washed over her. She just needed a plan for today... or at least, a routine with some semblance to the life she always knew. 

Heading over to the kitchen—she cautiously glances over to the window to make sure the curtains were drawn—she hovers over a plastic breadbox and a dingy old toaster. Her hand brushes against the handle of the breadbox; she had to manually readjust her automated motion due to her increased height. With a huff, and a curse under her breath, she pulled out two slices of whole grain bread and popped them into the toaster. With a mechanical click, breakfast was on its way. 

"Hookay... freaky alien stuff aside, we got this." Nikki leaned back against the countertop, looking across the room. "Just gonna make breakfast, like a normal person. Get my things together, like a normal person. Handle my day job, like a normal person..."

She repeated that phrase to herself like it was her mantra. Her hand idly rose to her chest, resting atop of her perky breasts. She rubbed them quietly, eyeballing how they curved. They really had grown since her condition; still, the familiar feeling of sensitivity indicated there was still some vestige of humanity inside of her. Her twintail tendrils rose behind her as she lowered her head. 

"Everything's gonna be okay. Just breathe..." 

She took a deep breath, and then exhaled slowly. The motion of it was calming, at the very least. Even if she didn't need to breathe anymore, it was an affirmation of her existence. 

Clatter clatter...

"...Eh?"

Her meditation was momentarily interrupted by the sound of a hefty object clattering just behind her. Almost like it was being dragged across the countertop. Actually, now that she thought about it, she felt a distinct tugging sensation.

It was then she realized something was amiss. Her eyes shot wide open.

"Ah! My hair's-"

She swivelled her head back to glance behind her. True enough, one of her hair tendrils had, all on its own, coiled around the active toaster, glowing metal wires glowing with an intense heat just inside. A look of astonishment crossed her face, followed shortly thereafter by genuine terror.

It was still plugged in. If her body ate the toaster, it'd be bad, bad news.

"No, wait, don't-"

She reached out to try and wrest the toaster from her hair, but her tendril simply swivelled towards her. In a single motion, her hair pulled the toaster closer to her, pressing against her backside.

Bloop! A familiar sensation washed over Nikki, and her rational thought processes stalled in that moment. Her jaw went slack, her eyelids aflutter. 

"Nn... h-holy shit, that's..."

She cooed, gyrating her hips as the toaster pressed further into her backside, just above her shapely waist. Small tendrils sprouted from her backside, climbing along the sides of the toaster. It had only been enveloped inside of her halfway...

She rose from the counter, her hands slowly drifting behind her. They brushed her asscheeks, and gripped the backside of the toaster. Gently, she eased it inside of her further, lowering her head as she bit her lip. 

"Angh!" Her nipples stiffened as she inserted the heavy metal appliance inside of her. A wet sucking sound punctuated the sudden movement of the toaster; her body expanded subtly to allow the toaster room, and she even noticed her stomach distending ever so slightly. 

The familiar, exhilarating sensation came over her once again. The toaster was pretty big, and somewhat heavy too. Losing her composure, Nikki slumped to the linoleum floor, her thighs and legs melting together until they formed a puddle of mercurial ooze. Her breath was haggard, her hands lowering to clench at the puddle for some kind of support.

The puddle began to spread and undulate, pulsing with life as her body worked to break down the toaster, adding it to her mass. With every breath she took, she could feel her body grow, pulsing and spreading in all directions. There was a powerful heat inside of her, an electric current yearning for a way out. Some kind of tension inside of her without release, pulling her to her limit...

Unseen to her, the power cord to the toaster had been stretched taught, still plugged into a countertop outlet. Energy coursed through her as her hungry, gurgling body kept pulling and pulling, eager to get at the small wired twisting through the cable. And this game of cat and mouse going on excited her deeply. 

She reached for her quivering labia, somewhat indistinct from the swirling ooze that dominated her kitchen floor. She felt like she was on the verge of orgasm, but she didn't understand why. 

"Angh!" She arched her back at an unnatural angle...

KZZRT! The plug to the toaster jerked out of the wall, clattering to the floor. Nikki leaned forward, now on all fours, gasping as the rapturous feeling ebbed away. She gasped, feeling every movement of the three foot long cable as it was pulled into her more and more, resembling a very thin tail. It was only when the three-pronged plug itself zipped inside of her that she began to lose feeling of the cable, as her body quickly digested and assimilated it. 

Nikki lay in a puddle of herself, breathing heavily as she slumped back against the countertop. Much of her lower body was reduced to a puddle, and her upper body was barely there as well. The sitting position, if one could call it that, felt comfortable to her. She felt like she was glowing, a tranquility washing over her...

Her eyes lowered to her breasts, now looking more taut and perkier than they did a second ago. "Why is it always the breasts...?" She mused to herself, shuffling slightly. She had a slight feeling of anxiety wash over her, like her entire body was blushing. Why did she feel so hot? She was done, right?

Ding!

"Wah!"

A familiar chime rang out, followed shortly by a strange jump—kchunk!— that jostled her entire body. She glanced down, feeling something nestled between her breasts...

"...What the??"

Two freshly cooked slices of whole wheat toast nestled in her cleavage. She actually caught a pair of slots parallel to her body nestled beneath her large breasts. She could even make out the heating wires, now glowing an intense blue heat. 

She curiously prodded her finger into one of the holes, and her eyes widened. It was burning hot in those slots! She gasped, recoiling her hand and gently waving it, more startled than anything. She watched as the slots slid shut, leaving smooth skin behind now. 

"I... I'm a toaster now too?" Nikki muttered with astonishment. She eyed the toast carefully, hugging her stomach. She groaned, her mouth flattening.

"But I already ate..." She sighed, reaching in between her cleavage to pull out the toast. She just did this to find some semblance of routine.

...Her eyebrows furrowed with clear intent, as the familiar mantra came back to her. 

"I can still have breakfast, like... like a normal person." Nikki stacked the two pieces of toast atop each other, and took a bite. 

Her eyes lit up. She examined the toast, flipflopping it with a keen eye. "Wooow, perfectly toasted, both sides. Better than my old piece of shit toaster..."

Nikki smiled weakly to herself, sitting in a puddle of herself. She had to find silver-lining somewhere. She quietly enjoyed breakfast. It was a bit plain, but maybe tomorrow she could try some jam with it...

When she was done, Nikki looked over herself, huddled on the floor in a pile of herself, and sighed wearily. "If I'm gonna live like a normal person, I should at least look the part."

Nikki rose to her feet, the pool of slime rapidly rushing to the center and jetting upwards as if climbing a pillar. Her human figure was restored—albeit with more pronounced curves, after assimilating another appliance—and she paced over to the mirror to give herself another examination. Swaying from side to side, she considered her options.  Nikki would rather be looking at herself in the mirror, not some alien approximation of herself. At the very least, a version of herself she remembered. And that others would recognize. 

"Okay. First thing's first. Gotta get the skin right." She quietly focused, and her silvery skin began to shimmer in all kinds of colours. A wave of energy washed over her as she focused, starting in her chest and spreading to her extremities and down along her long hair. Before long, she looked human again! And she almost felt like herself again.

Almost.

"Jeez, my ass is huge." Nikki muttered, grabbing her cheeks with both hands. Even if they weren't filled with fat, they still wobbled with the gesture. It was so hard to stay on top of her body, especially when it simply lashed out and ate whatever it wanted to within reach. She wondered if she'd be ready to go outside...

"I don't have to go out..." Nikki wondered. "...B-But missing classes would be a waste of money. And I need money to stay here, or else I'd really have to find a place out there, and..."

Her twintails writhed anxious as she winced. She shook her head, and stood up straight. She turned her body to examine herself from different angles.

"I can make this work. I'm creative, I'm resourceful, I... I definitely have some kind of superpower." Nikki folded her arms. "I just need a way to lose the fat..."

She recollected all the ways her body had changed in the few hours she had experimented with it. It didn't appear like she had any specialized organs left; her entire body was comprised of the same mercurial ooze. And it could take on any physical shape she wanted, and even be utilized for the odd disguise too. It was kinda like a super duper, high-utility amoeba.

...She briefly recalled how she hid in plain sight from Brad. She smiled to herself; that was a pretty clutch move on her part. She could probably do anything...

"Maybe I can shed the weight? Literally?" Nikki wondered. "...Actually, scratch that. I dunno what would happen if I left this stuff in my apartment. All alone... would it get a mind of its own if I hacked off a bunch?"

Her arm shimmered silver upon her mental command, and she looked it over once more. It all felt like everything belonged to her. And she remembered last night, how clingy the puddle proved to be. She'd like to investigate this idea, but she was rather short on time; she needed a quicker solution. 

"Okay. If I can't shed the extra material, maybe... maybe I can repurpose it? Like... well, not like this." Nikki looked over herself. She wanted to see how well a makeover would go...

Upon her command, her skin shimmered and writhed once again, unfurling into a set of clothing, in an artificial attempt to preserve her modesty. Even with a "baggy" hoodie, jeans, and expensive looking sneakers (somewhat inspired from the odd magazine she perused), it did little to redirect her body's excess material. She still looked pretty imposing, far removed from her short appearance a few days prior. 

"This won't do... I need to move things around more. Maybe it's like... sculpting with clay! Really, really freaky clay." She tilted her head. "Ahh, if only I had something to put it all in... oh! That's it!"

Her eyes widened with an idea. If she ever needed to carry something big, she usually took her knapsack with her. And if she could emulate fabric and cloth, a knapsack wouldn't be too tricky.

With a nod, her body gurgled once more, a more profound transformation taking place. The world changed around her as she shrunk down in stature. She could feel her shapely proportions slimming away, feeling a weight collecting on her backside. 

She watched in the mirror as waves upon waves of silvery slime collected on her back, merging around her shoulder blades. It pooled together, merging into a single big mass. Two tendrils slithered out, wrapping around her shoulders, before flattening into straps. The surface shimmered, giving way to a fabric-like exterior.

A tan canvas backpack—one that seemed a bit heavy on Nikki's person, now that she was back to her shorter dimensions. It was hefty enough in appearance, especially given Nikki's small stature, but it was much more inconspicuous compared to her supermodel proportions from before. 

"Hehe! Nobody'll suspect a thing!" Nikki cheered, slipping the backpack from her shoulders to examine it. The material definitely felt right. She opened a flap to peer inside...

...Only to find the backpack filled with the same metal ooze. She grimaced.

"Oh. Well... better not let anyone peep inside." She lowered the flap and, with a mental nod, conjured up a zipper for it. "Or... I'll think of something later."

She still couldn't be too comfortable about it. She could feel that, despite its appearance as a mundane object, it was just as much a part of her as her arms and legs. Almost to confirm this theory, she raised one of her palms clutching the knapsack. True enough, it tenaciously clunge to her palm, like some kind of super-velcro. 

She slumped the backpack over her shoulders, and looked over her profile in the mirror one more time. She smiled at her reflection: this was the Nikki she had grown accustomed to greeting in the morning, all this time. 

"You're still a normal person, you just... need to make some adjustments." Nikki reassured herself. She was rather fond of her figure; she worked so hard to stay fit and trim, and now she felt okay in her own skin. 

"...Hey, wait a sec." Nikki tilted her head. "Something's missing."

She glanced to her jeans, and rubbed at the sides. When she removed them, it was like magic: a pair of pockets had materialized out of seemingly nothing.

"Hehe, convenient. Now I'll never have to deal with fake pockets again~" She laughed, before turning to the mirror once more. She tried a few poses, taking an appraisal of a few angles one last time.

"Y'know, I still got some stuff to figure out about this, but... I think I could get used to this."

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