Going Soft (Part 2)

Summary: Jolene is a woman that, after going through a strange mutation, develops incredible malleable powers... and she gets a little stimulated over her own soft body. Ten years later, she's just trying to live her best life. 

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[Story Listing]

[First Part]

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Jolene needed to freshen up before going on her errands for the day, and work off a bit of that lingering energy bubbling within her. The shower would do in a pinch.

After she rinsed and deposited her dishes in the sink, she allowed her torso to stretch and elongate, elegantly flowing like a ribbon through the air; she weaved through the doorway, before skipping the stairs entirely to ascend to the second floor, twisting her body like a pretzel stick as she practically flew through the air.

She continued to flow into the bathroom and towards a glass-enclosed shower. As her lower body paced around the bottom floor and over to the stairwell, Jolene's stretched out torso approached the glass-walled shower, and reached inside (not even bothering to open the door; her hand simply squeezed through a narrow gap in the door) on the water; cool water began to flow from the shower head, but by the time her lower body had caught up to her, it had warmed up enough for a mildly relaxing shower.

Unbeknownst, as she squished herself back into shape for a shower, her hand had brushed the handle of the faucet, turning up the temperature above lukewarm. Usually, you would prefer a hot shower (or maybe a cold shower, depending) to refresh and relax, but Jolene's body didn't do so hot with the hot showers. Unfortunately, by the time the steaming-hot water hit her skin, it was a little late for her.

"Mmmmmph..." She moaned as her body temperature began to rise. The heat of the shower penetrated her seemingly effortless, and coursed through her body in a matter of moments. The heat concentrated in her erogenous zones, and her eyelids fluttered. She absent-mindedly rocked her body, staggering backwards; Jolene bumped against the back wall sooner than she had expected, on account of her voluptuous behind slowly expanding.

"N-not again..." She purred, hyper aware of the sensation of her swelling body rubbing against itself; her thighs pressed together on their own as if to protect her own modesty from the swelling heat of her own body. She crossed her legs over and over, trying to tense them up and prove some extraneous distraction from the heat rising with her, her breath hot and steaming, but the more she tried, the more she struggled with restraining herself. Everyone felt sensitive and stimulating, down to her ankles.

As her twisted legs spooled together and travelled around the bottom of the shower in slowly stretching coils, she massaged her own body in gentle undulations, groping her increasingly erect nipples as her body, assaulted by the stream of water. Part of her thought of reaching to turn the water off and try to cool herself out the only way she knew how, but as her ballooning breasts swelled to occupy her peripheral vision, she groaned, her ropey arms lashing around to restrain her inflating body. She looked like she had put on fifty pounds since entering the shower minutes ago, the pores of her body eagerly lapping up any droplet of water.

Her curves were pressing against the shower walls, threatening to break through. Her stiffening nipples broke through the gaps in her looping arms, reaching the lengths of little thumbs. The sexual haze was insufferable... as her tongue lolled, flopping and twisting atop her cleavage, she outstretched her arm to try and put a stop to the flow of water...

Kchunk. The best she managed was pushing down on a small plug-like mechanism on the faucet, cutting off flow to the showerhead and redirecting it to the faucet (suitable for washing her feet... if they weren't so twisted together, right now). She collapsed on her butt, her entire body squeaking and writing, her soft form adhering to the form of the shower. She felt so tight...

Groaning, she reached for the shower door to unlatch it; it swung open in a hurry, yielding to her obscene water weight as she flopped onto the floor, her body wobbling and spilling over the linoleum floor. Groaning, she reached her hand up and over the lip of the hand-washing sink; her fingers morphed together into the facsimile of a hose, dribbling bathwater into the drain. Her over-sexed proportions slowly began to sink.

"I still feel dirty." She muttered to herself, rolling her eyes as her body curled upwards. With half a dozen towels in hand, she wrapped them around her and squeezed in rotating motions, twisting her body well past 180 degrees at a time, as if to wring herself out like a sponge. When she was satisfied with having squeezed herself dry, she draped the towels back on the rack. She didn't see much reason to protect her modesty anymore, since she could just get her amorphous body to "pave over" her naughty bits with a mental nudge anyway...

RIIIIING!

As she descended the stairwell, her cellphone began to go off on the landing. She quickly stretched out her arm to scoop it up and take a look, before groaning. The caller ID read "Mom". She swiped the display to pick up the call, pacing to the living room.

"Hiiii Mom, what's up." She said, pacing towards the center of the room to perform her morning stretches, rotating her torso repeated left and right.

"...Really, still? Told them to change the address to my place a thousand times..." She worked on her neck stretches... it extended to a ridiculously length, the tension in her collar melting away as her head rolled against her neck in a spiral. She rolled it up and relaxed repeatedly, before moving to the other side.

"I told you Ma, I don't need the car insurance... I get around fine without a... I know it's convenient and... yeah it'd be illegal if I had a car, but I... eergh..."

She raised her head away from the phone to let out a discontented groan, lowering her body to the floor. She outstretched her arms in front of her, nestling the cell between her head and shoulder. She splayed her arms and her elongating fingers along the floor, arching her rapidly stretching back, before tilting her head and shoulders back, tightly coiling her torso like a cinnamon roll.

"Mom, I get around the city fine... yes, I'll give them a call... okay, gotta go I got plans to... okay, Mom, I know, I'll... okay Mom, I'll let you know, okay, Mom? Yes, love you too, OKAY, BYE-"

Her mother really didn't really get the memo to ease off the gas on these mother/daughter checkups.... Jolene quickly sprang back to her regular proportions, unfurlling like a roll of toilet paper; she hurried pecked the screen to hang up the call and tossed her phone over to a couch sofa cushion. She groaned, muttering indistinctly, fuming as she raised her hands to her face, clutching at her cheeks. She pulled on them, stretching them like pizza dough and wrapping them around her head.

She hunched over after wrapping her head in a couple loops of her doughy flesh and shouted, her voice muffled by several layers of her own face; her doughy cheek-flesh swelled up, as if she was blowing a bubble out of gum. When she was done, she sighed, a distended hand poking at the wobbling bubble, coaxing it to deflate as her body restored itself.

"Jesus Chriiiiist Mom..." Jolene muttered aloud. "Does she think I'm gonna fall to pieces at any moment? Wouldn't be the end of the world, Mom, happens all the damn time... sheesh..."

She grumbled to herself as she paced through the house. Ever since they got word of her freaky diagnosis all those years ago, their check-ins really ramped up. The sentiment came from a place of love, but Jolene wasn't apt to be coddled as an adult. She figured they should maybe worry less about her, considering she was virtually indestructible.

Enough moping, though, it was time to head out on her errands. She went through a door and exited into an enclosed, empty garage. Jolene didn't have a car to park in the garage, but she made due in her own way.

She paced to the center of the room and bounced on the heels of her feet; her legs twitched as a seam drew down the center of them, as if being split in half lengthwise by an invisible knife. Her vision bobbed as she slumped downwards; with each leg split in half, she spread out across the floor, the disparate limbs slithering in opposite directions, curling at the tips as the appendages began to bubble, inflate, and puff upwards and outwards.

As her body wobbled, tendrils from her pliable body oozed beneath her as her form swelled, rapidly expanding to take up much of the interior of the garage. The extremities of her split legs twisted over and over, the coils growing tighter, the flesh rapidly draining of colour, before they had been reshaped into... tires? Four equal shaped tires, the soft form of flesh growing denser, thicker, chiseled with treads and grooves to better grip the road.

Jolene was partway through a new transformation that she had, in her personal time, the cartaur. She bounced, testing the strength of her lower body as her torso quivered; her waist had spread out to the size of a king-sized mattress; her arms zipped around her, massaging her form to coax it into a more aerodynamic shape. Her skin ripped, tightening up as the glossy sheen of her skin seemed to grow more radiant, as if she was being coated in a thin layer of wax.

Jolene smirked to herself, recalling her mother's lecture over the phone. She didn't need no damn car insurance if she was her own car.

Her car form seemed to hollow out, her torso sinking into herself as she shifted down and to the left. She extended her hands, massaging her pliable flesh, tugging it forward to her and reshaping it in her palms, until it formed the facsimile of a steering wheel. There was some resistance as she tugged it one way or another; she shuddered, feeling the pleasant sensations of touching herself and being touched coursing through her being.

The rest of her extra-sized form moulded itself into shape, growing more sleek. The main body of her car-taur form shimmered, until the hue of her skin shifted to a caramel-apple-red sheen. Her torso shifted in turn, her bare chest quickly enrobing itself with a tightly-fitting hoodie; as the rearview mirror tilted on its own to get a better look at her, she experimented with the font on her chest, before settling on a simple, university hoodie. Go Firebrands!

No one would particularly notice the fact that her lower body, completely hidden from view, melted into the rest of the car, her back merging with the driver's seat. Maybe she had made her car form a little too sporty, but on her salary, she'd never be able to afford an authentic sports car. Might as well indulge when you had omni-morphing capabilities. The bangs flanking the sides of her head rose on their own, slithering in front of her face as they connected, forming into a pair of fashionable sunshades.

She extended an arm to push a button by the side of the garage door; it rattled to life, opening before her as she looked toward the street ahead. Without making a sound, the wheels of her lower body turned; Jolene blushed as she rolled out into the street. It was a hot one out today, and the friction of her vulcanized rubber tire feet against the hot pavement was rather distracting... between that and the beating hot sun (it was a scorcher today!), she could feel droplets of sweat... or, perhaps, ooze trickling down her cheeks.

"Maybe I shoulda checked the weather..." She mused to herself, shaking her head. "Got too into the damn hot rod shows... they never show you how to install an air conditioner."

As her arm zipped behind her to repress the garage door button and get it to close before she left, she picked up speed turning onto the street. She felt a little better with the wind in her hair, and the locals seemed particularly interested in her shiny new ride. After taking so many years to master her superpowers, it was pretty darn fun getting to show off like this—not that the average local would ever guess that she had morphed into a car herself.

She giggled, her entire car form bouncing giddily as she made tracks. She pondered about going off-roading one of these days...