Prompt: Feeling Hazy (Part 6)

Summary: A scientist sabotages their own lab experiment, turning themselves into a gaseous being. The strange gas they're made of proves to have some strange, calming, even hypnotic qualities to it. Commissioned by Someone anonymous for August 2022.

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Part 6 (Aug '22)

Well, it took some elbow grease, and I had to spend some of my sick days to make time for this, but it seems that the machine is ready for use. All thanks to our combined faculties...

"Seriously? I was the one doing all of the hard work... God, I'm exhausted..."

It was quite an elaborate invention, one that would've taken a team months to fully construct. But Wendy was quite the genius, and she had her ways of speeding the timeline along. She had to rely on Felicia's corporeal form to put most of it together... but with a little mental nudging, and a little hypnotic suggestion, Felicia could be... encouraged to keep on going. Work was blissfully fun, after all.

Felicia picked up Wendy's containment vessel, turning towards the machine. It resembled one of those pods from old b-movies; the sort that would turn you into some insectoid monstrosity.

"So this thing will construct a new body for you?" Felicia muttered.

That's a rudimentary way of putting it, but, yes. It will simulate the human skin organ through a nanotechnological weave mesh, integrated with a circuit of neutrons to simulate the senses.

"Skin's nice." Felicia shrugged. "What about bones? You'll need a skeletal structure for-"

With the body I have in mind, I'll have no need for something as hampering and as limiting as a skeleton, fufufu...

"...So we're making you a souped-up inflatable sex doll." Felicia's eyes narrowed.

Tch. I liked you better when you were in a state of pure, hypnotic bliss. Place me in the receiving receptacle.

"Whatever you say, boss..." Felicia sighed, depositing the lamp into a square-shaped receptacle. "Anything I need to press as a fail safe, in case the machine chokes on you?"

Ohhh, my new body is already made for me. I simply need to... occupy it. Flip the switch, Ms. Berry.

"Bottoms up..." Felicia braced herself, and did as she was told. Click.

The machine whirred to life, pulling the hazy green fog from its containment unit in a funnel-shape, manifesting into a miniaturized tornado. The formless essence of Wendy drifted upwards, pulled and concentrated into one direction as her wispy body was forced into a thin pipe that twisted back and forth.

The idea of being stretched thin, to the diameter of a piece of spaghetti, intrigued Wendy, but she lamented that her sense of physical stimulation eluded her. But not for much longer. Though she drifted in almost total darkness, her memorization of the schematics informed her where she was in the machine at any given time.

She felt her form enter a wider space, a hissing sound accompanying her as she billowed forward in waves. Her form was trapped within what felt like a rubbery membrane. She must've been in the pod properly now; with every pump, she could feel her gaseous form swelling, filling out her new skin.

The membrane was floppy and soft at first, but as she filled it more and more, it grew tight, firm, squeaking as it rubbed against itself as well as the metal walls of the body. When it seemed she was almost entirely inside, there was a buzz of electricity that tickled her, all along her new skin. A wireless connection established itself between her formless mind and the circuitry surrounding her; she felt the pores along her skin relaxing, her body beating as one, the sensation of her cleavage and thighs rubbing against one another... it was exquisite, and her entire body shuddered.

She felt as if she had filled out her new body perfectly, but there had been so much fog that her body seemed to swell in all the right places, her gaseous haze trying to find an exit point. It all coalesced in her chest, filling out her voluptuous breasts. She didn't much care for being stuck in this unlit chamber a second longer. She wanted to take her first, confident steps...

"Doctor? You alright in there??" Felicia's voice could be heard from the other side of the panel, her voice edged with a pang of concern. Wendy didn't respond; she was much too wrapped up in the surge of forgotten physical sensations that assaulted her.

There was the one problem with her original programming; she had left the defaults settings at such high sensitivity, and now her entire body tingled with sexualités need. Her new skin felt like it was a latex body suit of its own, squeezing her back in the most tender, intimate ways.

She stifled a moan as she touched herself all over. Without any bones, her arms crept down her legs, her rubbery skin stretching, creaking against herself to touch herself wherever her body tingled with need. Her tendril-like left forearm wrapped around her thighs, their fatty skin. She wasn't afforded much room in the pod, and her body seemed to swell excitedly with each passing moment. It coiled around her leg, roping back around, massaging her swelling vulva.

"Ahh...~" She moaned, arching her neck back as it extended on its own, her head brushing against the ceiling of the pod, before bending backwards and sliding backwards down the back. She fondled her swelling, d-cup breasts with her right hand, her fingers splaying in all directions as they twisted around her developing, protruding nipples. It felt as if her entire body was an erogenous zone: where her fingers touched her, her fingers themselves, wherever she slithered and where her myriad coiling limbs touched each other all over her body.

It was all so exciting, that she had paid no mind to how her swelling, growing, infinitely serpent-like body rushed to fill up any available space in the pod. She swelled further, a wispy puff of green haze escaping her luscious lips as she exhaled. It was so tight, so cramped; the hinges of the pod door creaked as her swelling form occupied every millimeter of space left inside...

Felicia, on the outside looking in, bit her lip as Wendy's machine creaked forebodingly. "Oh no, oh shit-"

She dived out of the way, just in time to dodge the pod's door swinging open, its hinged ripping off with a violence crash. In a heap of black, latex-covered appendages, Wendy was thrown to the floor, her over extended arms, legs, hips and neck twisting around each other in a pile of overstimulated limbs.

"This feels... am-a-azing...!" Wendy's voice crackled, her voice muffled by the lack of a visible mouth.

"D-Doctor! You need to get back in there!" Felicia shouted. "I-it wasn't done with the cosmetic changes...!"

Dr. Hart's body was strange, a layer of what appeared to be smooth blaze latex covering her body from head to toe, circuits lining along her glossy skin. She had no hair, no face, no finger or toenails... it was eerie to look at.

"Ohhhh, I missed having a physical body... the details can wait, let me enjoy this, woman!!" Wendy writhed along the ground in delight, her body squeaking happily against itself.

Felicia sighed, trying to turn away from her superior as orgasm after orgasm ripped through her pliable form...

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