Prompt: The Space Rubber Experiment (Part 2)

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 for the Com-RAD tier in June '23

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Part 2

"Ughhhh... goddamn hangovers..."

Rachel was really out of it by the next morning. She barely remembered the night prior, and at some point she just went and passed out in the passenger seat of Alicia's Honda Civic. She definitely partied a little too hard last night.

"Omigaaaawd, feels like there's a rock in my gut..." Rachel whined, rolling over in her bed, squinting as light leaked in from the window blinds. She felt sticky all over, like she was sweating all night.

She didn't have any classes until the afternoon, but at this rate, she'd be spending her day slacking about, waiting for the static in her brain to buzz off. She grimaced, rising to peel herself from the sheets; her spine arched in a curious way, unbeknownst to her, but she quickly straightened herself up into a slacking posture.

"Awriiiight, up and at 'em." She groaned, smacking her lips. "Gotta take school stuff seriously. And the extracurriculars..."

She stretched her arms over her head, her body creaking slightly with the motion. She grumbled indistinctly to herself, before going through the regular rounds of freshening up. A splash of cold water on her face, followed by a shower of hot water for the rest of her, brushing her teeth shortly thereafter.

Her dorm apartment was pretty tiny, but it was large enough for her to get her morning stretches done. She stepped on a mat towards the center of the room, balanced on the balls of her feet, and got to her routine, some light stretching and exercise to limber up.

...Curiously, she actually felt pretty limbered up already, and the more she moved around, the more the effects of the hangover seemed to ebb away. She even managed to touch her toes, which was something she struggled to do before... but now she could bend over so far that she could wrap her fingers over the tops of her feet.

She shot back up excitedly, her body bouncing slightly with the motion. Rachel huffed, and finished going over her regular routine. Though there was something missing...

Alicia wasn't up yet. Usually Alicia's morning routine was way ahead of Rachel's, so seeing the empty kitchen area was a surprise. Rachel paced over to Alicia's bedroom door...

"Alicia?" Rachel knocked at the door. "You sleepin' in? Need me to make toast?"

Alicia let out a low, indistinct groan; it sounded gross, like she was gurgling on something.

"Ohhhh, are you sick?" Rachel frowned, recalling the cold air from the previous night. "Oh fuck, I'm sorry... probably got a cold cuz of me. I'll pick up some meds at the pharmacy, okay?"

Alicia groaned again, which Rachel took as an affirmative. She packed up and went on her merry way...

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Rachel wanted to get more of a feel for the Deerhaven U campus, so she decided to go for a job around campus. She couldn't really put her finger on it, but she felt like she had more of a spring to her step. She'd figure she'd get a couple laps around the quad.

Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a frisbee sailing through the air. She picked up the pace as she predicted its trajectory, and with a bounding leap, snatched it out of the air.

"Eeyyyy, nice catch!" A sophomore in a band tee hollered and waved.

"Throw it back, wouldja?" Another guy looked over his shoulder, gesturing to the sport-tee guy. "Burt sauced his throw too much."

"Sure!" Rachel beamed, flipping the frisbee in her hands. "Catch!"

She tossed it back and let herself get wrapped up in a three-way back-and-forth with the frisbee with two total strangers on campus. From a distance, they exchanged greetings and pleasantries—the guys' names were Burt and Sheldon, and they were studying criminology—though as it went on, their water-cooler talk trailed off as the frisbee's flight paths were getting increasingly difficult to track; Rachel felt like she was putting a little more seasoning on her throws than she was used to, and it was testing Josh just to keep up.

Rachel suspected that Burt was a bit of a butterfingers, because his throws were way off; Rachel had to practically sprint and jump and bound to catch most of them! As one sailed well above her head, Rachel puffed her cheeks and hurried to keep pace with it, pumping her legs.

"You're not... getting away... from meeEEE!"

Rachel bent her legs and felt something release within her, a surge of energy that travelled to the soles of her sneakers as she sprang up into the air. It was so sudden, how the ground retreated from her, and how she had launched a good fifteen, maybe twenty feet in the air to catch it in a bounding arc! Her legs flailed beneath her, kicking frantically as she found herself hurtling through the air...

Fwap! She collided with a tree branch—one belonging to Oaken Olivia, a tall, century-old oak in the quad with a much-loved history, as the tour guide loved to harp on—and clung as the frisbee slipped from her fingers. She didn't really process how her arms and torso had wrapped around the tree, as she was too busy kicking her legs. As her body creaked, she felt herself slipping, scrambling for something to grasp.

She managed to clutch a branch, but the tugging sensation in her arm as she continued to fall jostled her: it happened so quickly, the sense of pulling taut, her body creaking, before her arm snapped back as her fingers gave and she fell once more...

CRUNCH! Boing-oing... Rachel's ass cushioned her landing, as well as the frisbee itself; she was shaking and wobbling like gelatin, energy ricocheting through her body until she slowed to a stop, frozen in place.

"HEY RACHEL!! YOU OKAY!?" Burt hurried over.

"Nutty jump, yo!" Sheldon called out. "You on the track team!?"

Rachel was still rattled by the strange, unusual feelings her body experienced all at once. She felt around her behind, feeling for the frisbee. She grimaced to herself as she glanced down.

"Oh no..." Rachel pouted. "S-sorry, I... broke your frisbee in half I think, heh..."

Rachel wasn't the most introspective person in the world, so she didn't think much about the strange responses of her body. But unbeknownst to her, the serum had activated, and even now, her body continued to undergo a rapid metamorphosis...

Under a gazebo, a girl in a pencil skirt eagerly scrawled notes into her journal, giggling gleefully to herself all the while...

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