Melty Mercury From Outer Space: Chapter 5

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 5

Nikki slowly staggered back to her feet, and stood before the mirror, examining herself around every corner. She couldn't comprehend what she had become. She needed time to process everything. She stared silently, watching as her twintails, now hovering and extended like tendrils, lazily drifted through the air. 

This was all too much, but she was just... stunned. She felt like she should be hyper-ventilating. She should've felt her pulse racing, goosebumps rising, hair standing on end. ...Well, her hair was standing, but, neither here nor there.

"...Am... am I still... me??" Nikki whispered, looking down at herself. She noticed that she was naked, but... for some reason, being clothed didn't feel so important. Like it was an optional frivolity. Unncessarily constricting. She examined herself with a frown, finding that even in this particular form of nudity, she had nothing to hide. She looked like a glossy mannequin. 

She hadn't forgotten anything that came to mind, nor anyone in her life. She felt like herself... to an extent. There was something gnawing at her in the back of her mind that made her reconsider.

She raised a hand to her chest to feel her heartbeat, to confirm that she was real, that she was alive. There was nothing inside of her. She felt nothing. It didn't even appear that she was breathing at all.

She existed. She didn't know if she truly lived. Not in the human sense of the word. As far as she was concerned, she wasn't human...

...But she wanted to dig deeper to find out. 

She placed her hand down against her chest, causing a small ripple. She hesitated for a moment, but then steeled herself, pressing down. With minimal resistance, her palm sunk deeper into her chest, as if being dipped into water. It was painless, almost calming. The way her body moved was so zen and muted.

Nikki stirred slightly, trying to feel around, but realized she had lost feeling in her fingers. Perhaps, then, she wasn't really dipping her hand in water... but that her hand had combined with the rest of her body. 

She couldn't understand her own body. She couldn't look inside of herself to find out how she ticked. She was getting frustrated...

No. This wasn't good enough. She had to look deeper. The material comprising her had some kind of internal logic. It was formless, yet adhered to her dimensions. She must've had some control over that. She had to dig in order to understand.

Raising her other hand to her chest, her fingers grasped the space between where her breasts would've been, gripping tightly as she balled her hands into fists. Again, aside from the tactile feeling of her goopy hands against her goopy chest, she felt nothing—particularly not pain. 

She pulled her hands in opposite directions, hoping to tear herself open to see what was inside. 

To her credit, she did manage to tear herself open... but...

Nikki's eyes bulged in surprised as her chest opened up from front to back, the mercurial material of her body simply parting ways. She opened up a hole that she could see through, her reflection in the mirror distorted and unsettling. In her reflection, through the hole in her chest, she saw the television, elevated by a stand installed into the wall...

With a sharp gasp, Nikki's grip slipped, and her body reformed itself, slapping together with a wet shlorp. Nikki covered her mouth, staggering back from the mirror. With unsteady step after unsteady step—her soles making a sharp clicking sound against the floor—she flopped into her chair at a small dining table, just outside of her kitchen. She could feel her ass cheeks form together into a single mass as she sat down, relenting to her weight.

"How... how can I live like this...?"

Nikki was shaking, hugging herself as her hands dug into her shoulders, threatening to tear out entire globs of herself. She so badly wanted to curl up into a ball and disappear, folding up over and over until she simply blipped out of existence. She had lost feeling in all of her erogenous regions. She couldn't carry a child, so she was never going to be a mom. The thought of a family never even crossed her mind, but now, the finality of it all felt so permanent.

She cried out, burying her head in her hands. She wasn't even human anymore. How could this happen to her...?

She was in abject despair... and absolutely starving. The transformation of her body had taken an awful toll on her emotionally, and an even heavier one physically. As her mind worked to grieve for everything she had lost...

...Her body was working on its own to fill the void inside of her with material goods. 

One of her twintails—her right one, the closest to the kitchen—slowly extended further beyond its already impressive length, slithering through the air like an eel in water. Nikki, wrapped up in her emotional turmoil, didn't notice at all as it reared up, seemingly to examine the contents of the kitchen. 

It hovered over a wooden box, an antique as it were. The tendril prodded it carefully, once, twice... and the box responded each time with a jingling. The tendril reached over, its end touching the end of the box, and then pulling suddenly. 

The box tipped over the counter, tumbling to the floor with a raucous crash!

"Wah!?"

Nikki was so startled, she slipped out of her chair and down to the floor, her legs flailing as she did. Collapsing in front of the box, her head rose to examine the source of all that commotion. Cautiously, she observed her hair tendril hovering over the opened wooden box, leering over its contents scattered to the floor.

"Oh no... mom's old silverware." Nikki frown empathetically. It was a gift that her mom left to her when she moved out. The ornate silverware were things she pulled out for special occasions, and they were really quite fancy. The handles curved elegantly, and the surface of each utensil was polished to a mirror sheen. 

Nikki crawled over to look over the damage. "Oh no no, if they stay like this, they're gonna get tarnished, they-"

Gurgle...

Something within Nikki reacted in the proximity of the silverware, scattered all along the floor, and Nikki grunted in slight discomfort. She slowly opened her eyes again, her eyes affixed on the utensils. She saw herself reflected in them, how her hair hovered just behind her head. 

"They look really... yummy..."

A smile rose to Nikki's lips, slowly reaching for one. She stared into her spoon with a glazed, hungry look in her eyes, bringing the spoon to her lips. Her lips parted slowly, bringing the head of the spoon against her raised silver tongue.

She felt a jolt of sensation, as if a crackle shot through her tongue. She could feel the spoon lose its form as she closed her lips around the spoon's head. The spoon was quickly reduced to a liquidy form, not unlike that made of the rest of her body, and her tongue made short work, swishing about in her mouth to collect it all.

As this happened, Nikki couldn't help but grin, propping up the handle with a single finger to balance it against her beaming smile.

"Haa! It's just melting in my mouth~"

Without an ounce of hesitation, and without even questioning the logic of it all, she quickly pushed the remaining handle into her mouth, where it was quickly reduced to the same mercurial mass that made up the rest of her. She could feel the extra tiny bit of material coursing through her, spreading through her entire body.

Her eyes lit up, viewing the rest of the scattered utensils. Gone was the solemn, forlorn look—now she looked every bit as a kid in a candy store!

"Well... I can't stop at just one..." Nikki cooed cheekily, reaching for a fork. She was less playful about this one, her mouth stretching a little wider to fit a utensil that definitely wouldn't fit in a normal mouth. The prongs planted in the roof of her mouth, dissolving quickly as she chewed. She moaned delightfully, her cheeks filled with euphoria. She massaged her cheeks with glee, packing in as much as she could.

The back of Nikki's mind pondered how this silverware wasn't too different from the old potato chips she had as a kid. It started with one or two at a time, but before long you were stuffing fistfuls of the stuff into your mouth at once. It was regrettable that Nikki only had one mouth to use...

...Oh, that's right! Just like the phone, she could... yeah...

Her twintail tendrils lowered themselves to the box, clutching it on both sides and shaking forcefully. Silverware clattered to the floor one after another until the floor was littered with dangerous looking odds and ends. Her hair dove down upon the differently sized forks and spoons, even the odd steak knives. They adhered to her hair, and slowly began to sink in, and break down, adding to her mass. 

"Haah!~" Nikki moaned, writhing in bliss, before falling over across the remaining utensils. A familiar intense heat washed over her. Before, it was terribly oppressive, but her body had changed at the molecular level. Now, she wanted more. It felt amazing.

Her arms spread out, reaching for the rest of the utensils that scattered a little further away. Any facade of humanity melted away as her limbs formed into their own tendrils, stretched across the kitchen, under the stove, for the last few pieces of the old family heirlooms. With every piece that she caught, her body worked rapidly to break it down into the same substance that flowed all through her, inside her, around her.

She could feel herself growing every so slightly, taking up more space, She wetly flopped as she lay on her back, feeling a welling sensation in her chest. She cupped her breasts, leaning her head back as they slowly expanded from A's to B's.  She scrunched her toes, moaning as she did.

And then the heat subsided for a moment. Nikki opened her eyes, a disappointed pout crossing her cheeks.

"That didn't take long at all... m'still hungry..." Nikki muttered, a little slurred. Her eyes rose up towards the kitchen shelves, scanning the drawers that stored the somewhat underutilized pots and pans.

"...Haaah... perfect~"

She craved to fill the hungry void inside her, and her mind and body were as one in that moment. The ends of her twintails reached for the countertops and squeezed the ledge, pulling Nikki from her lying position straight up. Her glowing eyes sparkled with hunger as her hands reached for the drawers.

The first thing that she spotted was a heavy duty metal rolling pin. It looked hefty and difficult to lift, ideal for its flattening function as a handheld steamroller. It really was enormous, and it must've weighed ten, maybe fifteen pounds. She remembered receiving it for Christmas one year when she was just getting out of high school; her kid brother got it for her as a gag gift. 

"Mmmm... I wasn't one for baking anyway..." She licked her lips hungrily, reaching to grab just the end. 

Despite its weight and its awkward grip, Nikki casually grabbed one of the ends with just one hand, raising it a few feet above her head. Her arm elongated as she let it sway above her head like a mistletoe—an exceedingly dangerous spot to hold a heavy metal pole with just her thumb and index finger.

But her body was rippling with power, and she had no fear. She only felt hunger, her mouth opening slowly. Her tongue grew in her mouth, stretching and elongating at an astonishing rate. It must've grown several feet in only a few seconds. It slapped the bottom of the rolling pin, and wound its way round and round, wrapping itself around the stainless steel until it reached the top.

When she was done, her hand simply let go, and the rolling pin fell abrupting into her open maw, down her throat and into her gut. Her entire body jiggled and gurgled, and she covered her mouth with a giggle. 

"I should play with my food more often~" She beamed, arching her back as she felt the rolling pin melting in her body, joining the rest of her. Her body lit up with energy, and she moaned loudly with pleasure, her hair tendrils writhing.

"Oh! Ohhh..." She smiled, drinking in the wave of ecstasy from having such an enormous object be added to herself. She was beginning to abandon all pretense, wave upon wave of pleasure hitting her.

She thought that might've been enough... but she still wanted more. And so did her body. 

Abandoning all pretense, the foreplay well and done, her hands lowered to tear the cupboards open. Her hair tendrils joined her in the process as her humanoid body lost its shape more and more, contented to devolve into a more efficient form—a single blob, protruding with all manner of tendrils to snake in and around cabinets. 

Nikki worked quickly as, one after another, she effortlessly lifted up one heavy pot after another, and bringing it into her gurgling mass. Crocker pots, deep cast pans, frying skillets, spatulas, tongs, nothing was discriminated against. A tendril knocked a magnetic stand of cutting knives into her mass, expanding more and more with each new addition to her body. 

Only when she stripped the kitchen of all the metal objects that weren't bolted to a wall did she finally drift away. By now, there was no semblance of her humanity—just an oversized orb of metallic slime. It pulsated as if trying to process everything it had consumed, and began to flatten out... and then, as if moulded by an artisan, the shapeless mass was slowly given human form. A puddle around her retracted into the form of her body, giving her shape and form... or, perhaps, a more shapely form than she remembered.

At the start of the day, she stood a petite 5'1, but now, with all the additional metal mass she had put on, she had grown almost a foot in stature. And the rest of it went towards her chest and hips, now heavyset and boasting a firm pair of perky D's.

Lying on her back, Nikki gasped, arching her back as her metallic soles clicked against the floor, her twintails lay sprawling across the linoleum. The glazed look in her blue eyes had disappeared; for now, the hunger pangs had passed, and she felt like herself.

Well, almost like herself. She rose to her feet, admiring herself all over, wondering how she grew so big.

"...That..." Nikki swallowed. "That felt... that felt pretty good, eheh... wow."

She had a brief laugh, cupping her breasts with her hands. The glowing feeling she was experiencing quickly shifted to mild concern. She turned her head behind her.

"...I just ate my entire pantry..." She muttered to herself. She didn't sound particularly heartbroken over it. It's not like they all disappeared. She could still feel some part of everything inside of her. Like it was all just within reach.

"...Cool~" She laughed again, her chest bouncing mirthfully.

She should've been worried, but... something inside her let her know it was gonna be okay. And she was inclined to believe it. At least... that little thought gnawing at the back of her head told her. 

The fog of pleasure lifted from her, and her viscous body's cravings for expansion dissipated with it. Nikki sat up on the floor, cross-legged. Her hair tendrils moved on their own to settle in her lap, one of her hands idly moving to stroke it. 

"...I really did a number on myself, I... I'm getting huge." Nikki muttered, her free hand running underneath one of her taut breasts. She brushed her thumb along where the nipple should've been, and where there was now a flat crest of shiny silver skin. She experienced a jolt of electricity and stimulation, her eyes widening, recoiling her hand.

She breathed a sigh of relief. Though it appeared all her lady parts were painted over, they seemed to at least function as normal. 

"I... I can't be human anymore, but... but I'm still me." Nikki reassured herself, a calmness washing over her. "I... I can't just fall into a panic and trip over myself. I need to think..."

Nikki rose to her feet slowly, looking at herself all over. This was all so strange to her, and existentially shocking. But she needed to think this through, and have a clear head.

She folded her arms, pacing over to her beanbag chair and lowering herself with a flop. Some part of her shifted to fill all the space of the indent she was creating as she relaxed further and further back. She had to review the events leading up to her transformation...

"I-I don't remember anything weird happening, other than the... ah!" Her eyes lit up. "Th-the meteorite! I-it was right in here, I brought it home, and... i-it did something to me! Maybe if I call the university, they'll..."

In that moment, Nikki thought of checking her phone to make a phone call. Nikki's hand swifted flew over to the table next to her, reaching for something. Her hand patted around, searching for something. She made a curious sound, and then glanced over to the table.

"......oh." Nikki frowned, a bemused look crossing her face. "I... I ate my phone."

She could only laugh at her situation with a sad chuckle. It just kind of happened. Still, her memory was fine, and her hands simply settled back down into her lap.

"So I'm... I'm some kinda... alien-hybrid freak now? I don't understand, I..."

BEEEEEEP!

A high pitched beep blared through the apartment. It wasn't as abrupt as her phone's alarm system, but it was enough to give Nikki quite a surprise. Her head looked over towards the front door of the apartment, where a small speaker panel was installed.

Nikki had a nervous chill just about then. That was the buzzer for the front door. Someone wanted to see her.

And she had a bad feeling she knew exactly who it was. A feeling of danger welled up within her.

Her twintails rose to crisscross her engorged breasts as she rose to her feet, in a feeble attempt to protect her modesty. Her feet clicking against the ground, her hand hovered in front of the speaker button. 

Please be a solicitor, please be a solicitor, please be a solicitor... She prayed to herself as her hand lowered onto the panel with a click.

"H-hello...?" Nikki stuttered.

"Hey, Nikki! It's Brad!" A tinny voice called cheerily over the speaker.

"ACK!" Nikki blurted, her hand swiping down from the speaker and brushing the same button again. She covered her mouth, realizing she had just hung up on Brad. A singular thought came to mind as she backed up a pace from the speaker.

"Oh my God..." Nikki cooed. "W-what am I gonna do now...? I..."

She winced, holding her head down.

"I CAN'T LET HIM SEE ME LIKE THIS!"

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