Comm: Inque's New Body 3

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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"Ugh..." 

Inque didn't remember much of anything between her last encounter with Batman, that cowled and cloaked fiend. Just a very cold chill running along the length of back, along to her extremities. Then nothing at all. 

She awoke in unfamiliar surroundings. Inque had become quite accustomed to a lavish lifestyle built upon stolen luxuries and upended wealth, so to find herself in a place that had dungeon vibes was an unwelcome change of pace.

She was laying in the middle of the chamber. She kicked her legs up, her legs stretching bonelessly through the air, arching so her six-inch heels made solid contact with the concrete floor. Her body stretched like a slinky to follow the trajectory of her heels, squashing down as her proportions restored to their typical, sensuous curves. Her heels clicked against the hard floor, her fingers drumming along her hips impatiently as she looked around.

The chamber was barren. She presumed she was in a prison of some sort. Probably Arkham Asylum—the only place to house the most insidious supervillains of Gotham. The presence of a woman in a labcoat, on the other side of (presumably) glass was all the confirmation she needed. 

Inque sauntered over to the glass.

"Hold it." The woman raised her hand, before returning to her rapidfire scribbling onto her clipboard. Inque paused, before rolling her eyes. She got a better look at the labtech. She wasn't bad on the eyes.

Inque read her name tag. Dr. Fairweather. 

"Good afternoon. Evening? Whatever." Inque placed her hands on her hips. "I'd like to lodge a complaint with the front desk about my lodgings."

"Mmhm." The doctor hummed noncommittally. 

"The amenities are rather lacking. No bed, no privacy, no minibar, no toiletries..." Inque brushed her luscious hair back. "It's all in the details. A little chocolate mint goes a long way."

"Oh, we design our holdings around the capabilities of our inmates. As well as their personal needs. As far as we can tell, your physiology doesn't require any trips to the little lady's room." Dr. Fairweather explained, not averting her eyes from her clipboard. "I'm sorry, I'm still dealing with this darn paperwork... What's your legal name, Miss Inque?"

"None of your business." Inque growled.

"I see, I see," the doctor clicked her tongue. "I guess we'll get back to that." 

Dr. Fairweather approached a control panel by the glass. She punched in some commands into the console; it beeped with an affirmation, and the chamber as a whole began to rumble.

"What is that?" Inque's eyebrow perked up. "What did you do?"

"Just some extra security measures." The doctor hugged her clipboard. "You'll be feeling it in a few moments." 

"Hm?" Inque tilted her head. Moments later, she felt a whoosh of cold air rush past her. She gasped and hugged her chest in ropey lengths, trying to layer up as the chamber began to rapidly chill. She spotted crystals of frost creeping along the floor, climbing up her liquid latex body.

"Wh-wh-whaaaaat is thisssssss...!?" Inque stammered, her entire body shuddering and shivering.

"Localized climate control! My own creation, and patent too," Dr. Fairweather smiled. "It applies many of the same principles in cryotechnology. You're familiar with cryotech, hm?" 

"Nrrgh...!" Inque grimaced. Her heels and soles were frozen to the damn floor. Her liquid oozing body seemed to slow down, no longer flowing and sinking back into herself. She tried to continue to stretch her arms, but her body resisted her movements, her elasticity slowing to a snail's crawl!

"Ooh, I wouldn't move around too much. Your body doesn't do well with cold." The doctor beamed. "You might break a leg! You should save that for community theatre, hun!" 

"You smarmy...!!" Inque gnashed her teeth, rocking her body back and forth to shake off the frost that was rapidly forming along her supple curves. 

"Anyway, cooling the room to forty below in 6.43 seconds is just one of this chamber's special routines." Dr. Fairweather punched a couple more commands into the console. "I'll just wrap up the coding of this particular subroutine, set it to loop, aaaaaaand... done!" 

She whisked her hand with a satisfied smirk. Inque grit her teeth as another harsh wind brushed over her. For a moment, she felt an iota of relief that the room was heating up again. But it was heating up rapidly. The frost evaporated instantly, and she could feel steam pierce through her increasingly viscous form. 

She shuddered, her body loosening as the room achieved a sweltering temperature; the seams between her arms looped around her ebbed away. Her body, previously stiff, was rapidly loosening, her form slouching to the floor. 

"Are you enjoying it? After cooling the room to below forty, soon after it will heat back up to well above forty." Dr. Fairweather clasped her hands together, tilting her head. "How does that feel?"

"So hhhhaaaaaaaaawt...!!" She gasped, her knees buckling as she slumped to the floor, sinking into a puddle of herself. She could feel pockets of hot air billowing within her, her body was bubbling visibility. She clawed at the ground, at her own latex biomass, struggling to avoid sinking into a puddle of herself. 

"Ah, good! It's like a sauna, isn't it? Or an onsen!~ Oh, I always wanted to go to Japan..." Dr. Fairweather swooned. "Ah, but I'm getting ahead of myself."

The console beeped an affirmation, and the room reset to... well, room temperature. Inque gasped, struggling to pull her body back together. She folded and twisted her body, trying to fan herself and shed residual heat...

FWOOOSH! Only for another blast of arctic air to wash over her, slowing her movements to a crawl. The palpable surprise on her face was etched onto her face, veeeeeery slowly shifting into a snarl.

"You're veeeeeery adaptable Inque! And you even patched up that pesky weakness you had to water, huh? You'd be really dangerous if you ever got out!" Dr. Fairweather explained cheerfully. "So this is how we're going to ensure you behave: with this rapidly alternative climate control, you won't have time to get your legs underneath you! Isn't it genius??"

VRRRRRR!! As Inque's body threatened to freeze entirely, in short order a rush of steamy air pierced her to her core again, causing her to collapse on herself. She could hardly reach her arm in front of her without her form collapsing on itself. She buried her head in what felt like her lap, reduced to a plodding puddle.

Inque groaned. This woman was diabolical, subjecting her to this torture with such an unflappable grin. But as Inque was bombarded with rapid temperature changes, with her body unresponsive, her mind got to work analyzing her situation. She realized that there was a pause between the heating up phase and the cooling down phase, where the room would climb to room temperature for a few crucial moments. This was her moment to act!

"I'll rip that smug look off your face!" Inque shouted, rapidly reforming, drawing back her hand in an oversized first, and throwing all her might at the glass! Even reinforced glass would bend and break to her will with enough persistence...

But behind Dr. Fairweather's sunny expression, she held a trump card.

BZZZZT! A powerful electric current zipped through Inque's entire body. Inque screamed in pain; it felt like every cell in her body was being forced further and further apart, as if her body wanted to explore in all directions—like a latex balloon constantly expanding but without the release of a cacophanous bang. But rather than expand in a spherical motion, her limbs and torso stretched in all directions, piling up into piles like black pythons, rapidly filling the expanse of the whole chamber. 

"GUAAAAAAAAA!" Inque screamed, feeling her body press against the walls, the unending current of violent electricity violently rocking her entire body. Her disparate limbs lashed out all over. 

"Ah, you discovered the electrical barrier." Dr. Fairweather clapped her hands together. "Wonderful! I wonder if you'll come to enjoy it in some sick, perverted fashion. You'll be in there a loooong time~" 

Inque's screams of pain were muffled as coils of her own limbers stretched over her. The entire chamber was being filled with ropey loops of her overstretched body. She was filling up the entire chamber, and packed tight inside like sardines!

The electric current shut itself off automatically, but only went she had reached her maximum allotted length. Inque groaned, her overstretched body slowly retracting, back to her typical length. She was halfway to her normal stature, before the air conditioning fired up again.

Inque's eyelids fluttered, her body stirring and looping around itself. She felt every part of herself rubbing against every other part. Shimmying like this, generating friction, was her only reprieve against the intense cold. Dr. Fairweather raised her clipboard, jotting notes as she observed Inque moaning erotically to herself.

"Very good! You're acclimating!" Dr. Fairweather beamed. "A couple more years of this, and your mind may well be mushy enough to mould into a reformed citizen of Goth-"

VWEEEE! VWEEEEEE! A siren blared throughout the facility. Dr. Fairweather lowered her clipboard, glancing around.

"Huh? A breakout attempt?" She grimaced. "...Well, this section is cordoned off. I'll wait here until we get the all clear-"

KCHUNK. The lights all went off, and the machinery powering Inque's various chamber components; panels of emergency lights lit up in dim red glows. Dr. Fairweather froze up, anxiously tapping her pencil against the clipboard. She turned to Inque, who was reforming her body to a humanoid shape once more, staring at the scientist with a look of utter loathing.

"Ohhhh fiddlesticks." Dr. Fairweather sighed. 

Inque wasted no time. She fashioned her arm into a drill and slammed against the glass. Spiderweb-like breaks along the glass radiated around her point of impact, but held firm. But as she pulled back her arm, she found she had made a hole in the glass. A small, pinsized hole, but a hole nonetheless.

"Such remarkable technology... and the glass wasn't reinforced." Inque clicked her tongue. "For such a bright scientist, Dr. Fairweather, you can be rather dim." 

Dr. Fairweather tried to flee for help, her eyes forced on an alarm panel, but her body jerked to a halt. Her body was held in place by a tight strand of Inque's biomass. She curled her forearm, compressed it into the length of a single strand of hair, and squeezed her way through in undulating waves... spreading across the doctor's back, past the collar and sleeves of her labcoat, and against her hot skin.

"Oh my, you're sweaty." Inque purred, her lips forming next to the doctor's ear. "Is that a hint of terror I detect?"

"Oh... ahm... mmm...~" Dr. Fairweather's expression was bright red and flustered, biting her lip as Inque's form flowed across her skin underneath her clothes. Inque's expression soured; she clicked her tongue as her head dipped underneath the doctor's clothes. Her body split into thread-like tendrils, weaving underneath her labcoat in the form of a one-piece latex bodysuit, hidden under Dr. Fairweather's labcoat, coating her arms, legs and neck. With Inque's overwhelming strength, she compelled the doctor to march forward.

"You're getting us out of here, doctor." Inque vibrated around her, her body resonating sound. "Make a peep, and I'll end you life without qualm. Do we have an accord?"

The doctor had little say in the matter; a rubbery tendril of liquid rubber flowed into her mouth, and gagged her into silence. She nodded sheepishly, moaning. She was dying to stroke her pussy in this moment, but she couldn't... it was out of reach!

Instead, Inque marched her to a security door, and made her reach for her security card. She coaxed her hand forward to scan her finger print. With all the chaos of a villain breakout and power-outage, escaping the asylum would be child's play.