Prompt: The Space Rubber Experiment (Part 3)
Added 2023-07-05 02:46:18 +0000 UTCSummary: 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 for the Com-RAD tier in July '23
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Part 3
Rachel figured Alicia was sick, so she had left her roomie to her own devices. She wasn't far off the mark, at least.
Alicia felt absolutely feverish, despite sleeping in until almost noon. She had conked out shortly after grabbing Rachel last night, unable to focus on studying. What followed was a terrible night's sleep, filled with fitful tossing and turning, hot flashes and cold chills... her entire body was sweaty and damp.
Alicia stirred awake, forcing herself onto her unsteady feet, her bedsheets practically sticking to her. She knew there was an important test today, and she had to make it. She heard the horror stories of pompous, inflexible, heartless profs who had no sympathy even for emergencies... so even if she felt poorly prepared, her mind a staticky blur, and even as her stomach rumbled and quaked, she knew she had to get ready.
Once Rachel's exit was confirmed with the sound of the door closing shut behind her, Alicia hurriedly got herself dressed, before staggering out into the kitchen area and poking her hand through the cupboard to steady her rumbling stomach. She spotted the half-empty carton of milk and, rather than reach for a tall glass, chugged the remainder greedily. She smacked her lips, blinking her eyes slowly, and plopped the empty on the counter. That helped matters a bit...
She pulled a couple oranges from the fruit bowl, plopping them into her backpack for a snack later. The rest of breakfast (brunch?) would have to wait, as she had to drag herself to the bio test. She reached for a textbook, with the goal of reviewing her notes on the way to class...
Alicia groaned, unable to focus as she stepped out of the building. The temperature was mild, yet she felt utterly flushed. Maybe it was the humidity? She huffed as she kept to the path...
Every step was strained as her body seemed to puff up in subtle movements. Before, Alicia was a normal, mundane, not particularly eye-catching girl, gangly, skinny, and generally out of shape. But her slim figure pumped up as she walked, and she found that the clothes that she had just recently picked out for university were straining against her. The textbook she clutched closely to her obscured her chest as her breasts swelled from modest B-cups to perky C-cups... her small bra's straps dug into her shoulder and torso, adding more discomfort to her morning commute.
Her thighs and ass in turn bubbled up behind her, her jeans looking skinnier and skinnier. Her skin crawled with unease as her body bubbled up. The sensation of her thighs rubbing against each other, her breasts chafing against her bra, her clothes feeling painfully, almost erotically tight... Alicia was used to tuning out distractions, but this was something else.
Especially as her sweating was getting worse. Her entire body felt soaked, every pore of her body an exit point for moisture. Her clothes clung to her curves and left little to the imagination... by the time she had reached her building, she was sopping wet, as if she had been dipped into a dunk tank. She took a breath, gave herself an examination, and grumbled unhappily.
"Just get a passing grade... and back to bed..." Alicia murmured, massaging her temples. She pulled back her hand, pulling back a strand of... sweat? Was sweat supposed to be so thick? It was more like mucous... and it was a tinge of pink...
Alicia shuddered, and waved her hand to shake it off. Grade first, self-care after.
She marched into the building, found her classroom and, rather than take a spot near the front, she hurried to the back; she didn't want the prof thinking less of her for showing up in such a condition.
Unfortunately, as she reviewed the test, the fog in her mind seemed to thicken. She understood the questions, but despite her rigorous studying and engagement with the material, she was drawing blanks. It felt like her head was empty, drained... she shook her head in frustration, trying to coax the answers out, her hair matted to her shoulders. She felt miserable, and her stomach wrenched again... she was such a light eater, and she was hungry already?
The test was a third of the way over and she had made NO progress, not even on the multiple choice questions! She'd bomb the whole thing at this rate!
Unbeknownst to her, her tight-fitting shirt slid upwards as a small bump swelled at the base of her spine. The skin bulged, before, splurt, a translucent pink tentacle writhed forward, oozing through the pores of her skin. Stubby at first, it quickly lengthened, prodding about as it grew several feet in a few moments, prodding towards her knapsack that she had placed beneath her seat.
It rustled inside, slipping inside the top flap, before finding the pair of oranges she had tucked in there. The ovoid tip swelled and opened up like a blossoming flower, before wrapping around the spherical fruit; in gentle pulsations, the fruit began to slowly travel up the tentacle. A moment later, as the first orange reached halfway up the tentacle, the second was soon to follow.
Alicia groaned as she shifted, unaware of the strange, alien occurrence happening just behind her, only feeling an odd pinch as the oranges pressed against the base of her spin, just above her butt. She grunted as she felt a strange squeeze, before the orange slipped inside of her... she blinked, pressing her hand against her stomach reflexively as a bulge appeared... and then, moments later, another! She looked down, and looked behind her.
But by the time she had realized something strange had happened, the pink, translucent tentacle had already curled up into a spiral, and retreated back inside of her, leaving just a patch of exposed skin.. and an unflattering look at her asscrack. She blushed and tugged her shirt back down, covering herself back up.
No more distractions. She'd have to just guess the questions... maybe she could beg for extra credit. She turned back towards the test papers.
"...Huh? Oh!"
Studying the test again, she felt a little lighter, more energized, the mental fog clearing in her mind. The questions made more sense, and the answers popped right out at her. She knew she had memorized this stuff, but there must've been trouble recalling everything. Now, it felt like there was a little voice in her head, telling her all the answers.
She hunched over, hurriedly filling out the test, speed-reading the questions and effortlessly answering every question. The clarity in her mind was so immaculate, the words found their way to the page with ease. All of a sudden, she was done with the test, and with twenty minutes to spare!
She dropped the pen as she reviewed the form, unaware of the strand of ooze that caused the pen's drop to be slowed, as if clinging to her via webbing. Her soaked form had left quite a mess on the table, and she hoped she wouldn't get dock points for the splotches on the test... she took some time to clean up after herself, and hurriedly submitted the test to return home, and get some shuteye.
She didn't know that she'd turn in a perfect score, not yet. But as her body was quivering, on the cusp of further changes, this would perhaps be the last time she was so invested in getting good grades.
