Prompt: The Shapeless Seductress (Part 13)

Summary: An exotic dancer is kidnapped by an evil scientist, and is injected with foul serums, rendering her body pliable, soft, and amorphous. She struggles with her new body, sometimes claylike, sometimes gooey, always alien. Commissioned by an anonymous user.

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Part 13

"...What...?" Wanda uttered, boggled at the sight of Natalie. Previously as human looking as any other... and only a few moments later, a sopping wet slime woman, just like her. Natalie lowered her hands, her body oozing away to give Wanda space.

"I'm sorry for what has happened to you. For everything I've done to you." Natalie's expression darkened.

"What... what are you saying?" Wanda uttered. "Blackhart took your humanity away from you too... didn't he?"

"Though Blackhart pulled the trigger on both of our respective metamorphoses... I gave him the gun in the first place." Natalie's eyes lowered, her eyes focused on the stranges of ooze that clung between her parting fingers.

"Huh??" Wanda gawked.

"I was the head of Project Starfish. The potential of infusing humanity and nanotechnology into a new species... my dream began with the best of intentions." She clasped her hands together. "Replacing the appendages of those who had lost their limbs with the genuine article, repairing brain synapses, restoring the body as it was before crippling chemotherapy treatment, these were my original dreams."

"Restoring the human body... with slime?" Wanda was at a loss for words. "Is that possible?"

A slight nod from Natalie confirmed.

"But as the project continued to advance, our ambitions swelled as more possibilities opened up to us." Natalie, power swelling in her voice, began to stretch in front of Wanda, her limbs stretching, palms spreading wide as she flourished for extra emphasis. Her hair twisted and twirled on its own as she cast her palms aside, as if to show off the strength, the potential of her enhanced body.

"A body that couldn't yield to starvation, thirst or exhaustion, while keeping the mind sharp, capable, and freed to explore its own whims. A body that could plunge into the deepest depths of the oceans, or hold fast in the reaches of outer space with no adverse effects... to forge new frontiers. That too, was my dream..."

And then, all at once, her body retracted, her limbs growing slack. Her eyebrows furrowed with consternation.

"...if not for Blackhart." She bit her lip. "He turned the prototype serum against me, making me his guinea pig as he took over the whole project. I managed to escape on my own, but... based on the differences in our biometric makeups, he must've made his own vile enhancements."

Wanda had mixed feelings about Natalie's explanation, and she silently reviewed her thoughts. Part of her was furious at this woman for spearheading this vile project to begin with—even if she had the best intentions, surely she had enough common sense to think twice about human experimentation. But seeing the turmoil in Natalie's expression caused Wanda's feelings of anger to waver.

"Blackhart made us the way we are," Wanda muttered, clenching her fist; her hand curled into a perfect orb, before she relaxed. "I'll never forgive him..."

"On that, we certainly agree.." A pillar of slime emerged from the puddle beneath her, serving as a seat. She sat down, crossing her legs; she flicked her feet, a strand of ooze splattering to the floor. "The real question is... do you want to get even?"

"Even?" Wanda blinked. She lowered her head. "I want nothing less but to wring his fat little neck, but... I can barely control myself like this, I-"

"The bio-organic membrane I provided you will help you support a humanoid form." Natalie extended her arm, bonelessly stretching to brush Wanda's shoulder. "You move like a newborn infant... I suppose you have never had to move for yourself; stretch your legs for yourself.

"...No." Wanda admitted, sadly. "All this time, he's been controlling my body. I don't know how; I seemed to be following some sort of program. I... killed people. Kidnapped women too."

"...Even now, he's still finding new test subjects." Natalie frowned. "If that man isn't stopped, he'll only go on to ruin countless more lives."

Natalie took Wanda's hands into her own. Their slimy hands began to ooze together, patterns of chocolate and strawberry pink swirling together. Wanda felt her body go flushed at the physical contact; like her cheeks were blushing, only spread across her own body. Her body felt like it was melting, liquifying rapidly, but the strange membrane that Natalie had gifted her helped her stay together in one piece.

"I f-feel funny..." Wanna stuttered.

"Let me show you how you can use your body, so you may reclaim it from that foul man." Natalie urged her, squeezing her hands. "With time, you can reclaim some part of your humanity. You will stand taller, you will be capable of so much more... in time, you won't need that protective membrane."

"I-I barely feel it, but..." Wanda gulped. "Am I really being held together by some invisible plastic bag...?"

"Consider it like... a pair of training wheels." Natalie smiled softly. "Soon you'll be able to perform great feats... like so."

Natalie began to stretch upwards towards the polished white ceiling, her torso elongating feet upon feet with every passing moment. Wanda followed suit, still holding Natalie's hands, through Wanda wailed in surprise. The two slime women surged towards the ceiling, their torsos twisting together as if they were licorice, binding together.

Natalie's gentle smile stretched wider, chuckling along with Wanda's panicked babbling. They looped around the room, performing barrel rolls, their bodies tingling as they pressed together, coiling tighter. Their fingers elongated, twisting together, their bodies oozing together.

"N-Natalie!" Wanda panicked. "We're too high! C-can you let me down!?"

"It's perfectly safe!" Natalie cheered. "You must acknowledge your limits, and then disregard them entirely. With our bodies the way they are, nothing is impossible.

Wanda let out a groan of consternation, though she found herself chuckling along with Natalie's mirthful excitement before too long. If nothing else, Wanda was happy that she was not alone in her struggle... though she hated Blackhart for making them both the way they were (and, hauntingly, aiming to make more women like her), she was thankful that she wouldn't have to learn how to live like this awful slime creature alone.

Wanda decided she would follow Natalie's lead, and learn to use her new powers. Natalie may have been the only other woman who could understand what she had gone through, after all.