Prompt: The Space Rubber Experiment (Part 7)

Summary: An alien scientist with ghost-like properties infiltrates a university, disguising as a typical student to draw them into an experiment to convert their body to space slime; when their friend tries to intervene, the alien's pet symbiote joins with her; one girl of space rubber, another of space goo, and an alien girl studying them both... university is weird. Commissioned by Someone anonymous.

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Rachel was still rather tied up in the exercise room, to put it mildly. She was still growing when Mira had abandoned her to her own exercise devices. Luckily, no one came to bother her; it seemed no one was able to bother her, on account of the layers of her ropey, elasticized limbs sprawling everywhere, a pile of which held the door shut.

She had somehow dug her phone out from between the seams of her flushed skin, taking upwards of five minutes just to grab the phone number of one of her profs. It was a nightmare to punch in the number, due to her index finger continuing to lengthen on its own, resembling a floppy pink noodle more and more. Rachel, with great exasperation, finally punched in the correct number to the office of her sports medicine 101 prof... only to groan in exasperation when she hit a voicemail.

"Um, hello?? Mr. Erhart?" Rachel blurted into the phone. It was hard to hold the phone steady, seeing as she was constantly stretching out, even now; her wrist had succumbed to feet upon feet of stretching, and the phone she wrapped between her spaghetti fingers kept moving past her head.

"You were talking about the dangers of overstretching last lecture, u-um, like throwing out your back and stuff?? What about throwing out your whole body??" She wrapped her arm around the part of her neck just below her jawline, which was proving to be cumbersome.

"M-maybe I got a thesis idea?? Lemme know when we can talk more and I- MMPH!"

Her looping arm pressed against her mouth, effectively muzzling her. Her trembling fingers hung up on her own call partway, and she let out a muffled groan as her phone slipped from her grasp, flopped through her coils of appendages, and bounced upon a pile of ropey flesh. Her body squeaked insistently as she felt all parts of her continuing to stretch without end.

Rachel pouted, puffing her cheeks as her head tilted to the side, looking over how her body stretched ad infinitum across the room. The ground was utterly buried under layers and layers of her stretched out form, and the equipment in the room wasn't particularly recognizable either as her limbs splayed across them, like makeshift tents. There were parts of her that seemed eager to clamber up the walls. Trying to puzzle out her sheer length was a fools errand.

It was slowly dawning on Rachel that this wasn't a simple case of overstretching, and that there may, in fact, be something very strange going on. The tingling sensation that rippled through her entire body definitely indicated that much; her limbs rubbing against each other all over as she twisted and writhed along the floor. She felt like she was constantly moving, limbs weavings in and around each other, but she was stuck in this damn room.

And it was getting late too... Alicia would worry about her being late back to the apartment, right? At this rate Rachel would have to spend the night in the exercise room, and who knows how much longer she'd be by tomorrow morning.

Mira seemed to be excited about some strange experiment or other. She rambled on about how Rachel was some... incredible test experiment? She was a little foggy on the details, on account of getting off to the hypersensitivity of her own body. Even now, she felt hot under the collar, even as she showed more skin than ever, her sporty clothes buried under layers of ropey limbs.

She had a hunch that maybe she ought to find Mira first. And that meant tracking Mira down to where they had their slutty makeout sessions out near the farmland, faaaaaar away from the rest of civilization. What a funny place for a university student to live; maybe living downtown was too expensive for her.

Rachel spotted a window, and wanted to make her way over there. Curiously, her body acquiesed, stretching further, but in a more controlled manner; her abs clenched as she rose up above the rest of herself like a cobra and, feeling as if she were floating, swivelled over to the window. From elsewhere in the room, her hands wriggled free and stretched to meet her upper torso. She felt around the window frame, hoping to wrest it open; she felt her fingers squelch as they slipped into a painfully tiny gap, only a millimeter wide. Well, not painful for Rachel, she hardly felt a thing,

Kchunk. The damn window only came up halfway, and Rachel's body continued to trembled with growth. She'd end up doing some serious damage if she lingered any longer; she pressed her head through the gap, her facial features scrunching and wincing as she popped out the other side. Then her arms followed suit.

EEEEEEERRGRHKKKK... the abrupt, painful screeching of the heavy metal equipment being dragged along the floor, closer to the window where the rest of her body, stretched to hundreds upon hundreds of feet in length, was decidedly unpleasant. Rachel's response was to get out of the room a lot more quickly, causing a treadmill to topple to the side; a twenty-pound weight topped onto some part of her body, squishing her body like taffy.

Most of her tangled up body was trying to force its way through a tiny space. As Rachel watched, she grimaced, her eyes catching the appearance of spider-web fractures along the glass. Soon after, the glass window would shatter entirely.

Rachel definitely felt something was off. She could feel a dozen sharp glass sharps digging into her pliable flesh, but she didn't feel any stabs of pain, nor the sensation of trickling blood. Her skin just burbled forward—like the tubby custard machine from Teletubbies, she thought to herself.

Her plasticine body flowed freely, spooling down the side of the building, perhaps more rapidly than she intended. She flailed her arms as she dipped towards the ground, her rubbery body trailing behind her. Her already knotted-up body twisted itself up further into an enormous ball... like one made of rubber bands that you'd keep on your desk. She flailed her arms weakly as they were pulled into her rapidly swelling mass, deeper into the tangles of rubbery limbs as she began to resemble a big globe more and more... a bouncy ball that stood at least ten, twelve feet tall.

She rolled across the quad, running over a park bench and smashing it to pieces in a matter of seconds. A couple students, trying to run some last minute papers to their professor's office, stopped to gawk at the strange sight of a giant rubber ball bouncing along the ground, each bounce sending it higher into the air, careening over the science building and beyond the university campus entirely.

Rachel breathlessly wailed as she rolled and rolled, careening into the darkness, before passing out partway through her fantastic bouncing journey.