Prompt: The Yandere Rubber Woman (Halloween '22))

Summary: A man finds himself  the target of a yandere’ish stalker’s affection , what he didn’t realize was that this stalker was an elastic amorphous shapeshifter and that simply saying no isn’t enough to deter her. She takes it upon herself to show how much better she is compared to any regular girl.  “I want to be putty in your hands my love ~ , I can be anything you want me to be~”

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"Steeeeeeeeve!~"

Steve sprinted into the lobby of his apartment complex, trying to elude a monster right on his tail. He jammed at the door to the elevator; as the sliding doors opened with an emphatic ding, he retreated inside, turning to get a look at his pursuer.

He gasped sharply, witnessing the inhuman warbling of a humanoid shape pursuing him, soft shiny flesh stretching in all directions as it lurched through the doors. From the mess of tendrils, two sultry legs formed as a woman's luscious, lewd figure reformed, completely nude. Through strands of long, messy blonde hair, the shapeshifting woman acknowledged Steve with a crazed look, strutting as she moved to close the gap.

Steve jammed the button to close the doors, eager to put some distance between him and the insane, inhuman woman pursuing him. The doors slid as she reached forward, her arm stretching to close the gap.

But the elevator doors closed, squeezing her wrist. As the elevator came to life and began to rise, her writhing hand fell to the floor, feeling around.

"GYAH!" Steve stomped his steel-toed boots on her hand in a panic, smashing her soft hand into an unrecognizable putty. He stomped over and over, until it slipped back through the doors again. Steve panted, staggering back. If he could retreat to his room, and lay low, she wouldn't be able to find him...

The elevator ascended the high rise apartment, all the way to the fourteenth floor. He poked his head out, expecting her to ambush him... but she wasn't in the hall. He stepped out of the elevator and turned to pace down the hallway...

Knock knock...

There was a tap on the glass of one of the windows, a wrapping of knuckles. Steve's blood ran cold as he turned his head. It was her. Her breasts were flattened against the window, snake-like fingers sprawling against the glass, a twisted smile crossing her lips.

"Foooound youuuu...~" She giggled, her fingers pressing against the window frame, slowly slipping through.

"Get AWAY from me, Cathy!" Steve panicked, sprinting down the hallway. The sound of wet popping echoed from behind him, Cathy forcing her way more and more. Her fingers tensed into claws as she crawled after him, her elongating torso writhing behind her like a fleshy snake tail. Who knew how far she was stretched out... from outside the building, up thirteen storeys!?

Steve's apartment was coming up, his last bastion. He fumbled with the keys as Cathy approached, crawling after him with a hungry look in her eyes.

Kchunk. He unlocked the door and retreated inside, slamming it after him and preparing the chainlock to fasten it securely. But before he could slide it all the way, his hand was stopped, grasped by the soft touch of a woman's hand that had slipped through the door frame.

"Oh Steve..." Cathy's voice chided him from the other side. "You don't have to try so hard to keep me out of your life. I'll ALWAYS be there for you~"

Steve broke into a cold sweat, trying to clasp the lock. But her grip was too strong! It wouldn't budge!

"Let me help you with that lock~" She purred, overpowering Steve and moving the latch back. The door pushed open as Cathy forced her way in from the other side, her torso rearing up like a cobra identifying its prey.

"C-Cathy..." Steve backed away slowly, deeper into his apartment. Cathy tilted her head at a sharp ninety degree angle, irises dilated as she wore a slasher smile. "You... you need to leave..."

"Oh Steve... you don't know what you want anymore. But that's okay. I'm here now." Cathy tilted her head to the other side. "Once the rest of me is here, we can... PROPERLY consummate our relationship!~"

She giggled like a ninny, raising her hands to her chest to fold over her voluptuous, F-cup chest. Her skin was so sleek, shiny, soft, supple, perfect, but her mannerisms were manic, her eyes shifty, her breath... haggard. Steve's eyes lowered as more and more of Cathy's snake-like body shifted into the apartment, her coils piling to take up the entire floor, soon draping over furniture. She was impossibly stretched out.

"I-I told you, I don't love you!" Steve exclaimed. "There's someone else-"

"WHY HAVE EYES FOR ANYONE ELSE!?" Cathy shouted. Her momentary emotional explosion subsided as she caught herself, relaxing as she slithered forward. "I'm the perfect other half for you, Steve... I can be anyone you want me to be... anyTHING..."

With Steve backed into his apartment, she took control, her torso stretching forward, quickly wrapping around him over and over, in fast loops. His arms and legs were planted to their sides as she wrapped him up tight in her soft skin.

"You called me CLINGY, Steve... but that's my best quality." She giggled in an unsteady tone. Her coils tightened possessively around Steve. "I can cling to you forever and ever... without letting go~"

Steve struggled for a spell, but soon yielded as Cathy hadn't given him an inch to move. "Wh-what do you want from me...?"

"Oh, I'm not a material girl, sweetheart... only your UNCONDITIONAL LOVE~" She cackled. "We'll be the most enchanting couple in the city... we have to start living together, you know."

As Cathy playfully imagined her new life as Steve's wife, the furniture in the apartment was pushed aside as more and more of Cathy pushed into the apartment. It was a single person apartment, it literally wasn't big enough for both of them...

"Maybe I could do some redecorating~" Cathy chuckled, her rope-like fingers running through Steve's hair. Her body bubbled all around him, growing as hot as a sauna. Her body began to liquify, energy tickling her as tendrils of flesh-like goo sprouted from her, clambering up the walls. Wherever they brushed, they left a layer of... of soft, liquidy flesh, that solidified into a plushy mass.

She was spreading... consuming the entire apartment. Steve watched with horror as her goopy form spread over a photo of him and his lover, hiding its meaning under a layer of pulsating flesh. It crept across the walls, reconnecting along the ceiling, and enveloped every object in the apartment.

The apartment became.. an extension of her. Everything was soft, supple flesh, that pulsated and quivered to her ecstatic breath. She relaxed, turning Steve's head to face her. She leaned forward along a stretched out neck.

"Happy first anniversary... my one true love...~"

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