Melting May 2022: Clara the Shapeshifter Meets the Parents

Summary: Years after Dr weather's defeat at Clara's and Dean's hands . The two Ex assassins have successfully removed all traces of their existence from the organization that once held their leashes.  Now , with the two lovers living quiet lives away from scrutinizing eyes with, Clara wants to have a family , something that she never had as an experiment. With a visit to Dean's long lost parents looming , Clara tries to figure out if her malleable body allows her to have children , all while trying to keep up appearances in front of her beloved's parents. 

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A year had passed since their encounter with Dr. Weathers, and the sinister organisation that Clara formerly operated with. She was on the lam now along with her former target turned lover, Dean Constantine, Thought they attracted the attention of many powerful organisations, together they had made quite a nest egg of their own, with all the high profile cases they had performed leading up to their ultimate retirement.

And now it seemed as if there were fewer and fewer capable assassins able to lay a finger on either of them. Not after they scrubbed their identities, hid their movements under layer upon layer of proxies... and ultimately, buying a private island hidden somewhere in the Pacific.

For now, it seemed they could finally relax and unwind... and Clara was especially eager to indulge herself. The white sand beaches were gorgeous, truly a hidden gem, and their discreet supply line and underground warehouse provided them all the amenities and luxuries they could ever want.

For now, she settled for the most simple of pleasures. A cold drink on a hot beach, to try out this "sunbathing" thing. She relaxed in a long chair, exhaling as she took in the warm, caressing rays of the sun.

The warmth seemed to penetrate her entire form, a delightful heat resonating in her core. Her smooth, blemishless skin rippled; along her belly, her skin popped and expanded, as if someone had been blowing bubbles into chocolate milk.

"Here you are, finally found you." Dean approached from behind. "Did you forget what today is?"

"Mngrh... certainly not our anniversary or anything hokey like that." Clara grumbled, tilting up her sunglasses to offer a glowering look. "I suppose it's important enough to interrupt my 'me' time?"

"Quite. Mom and Dad are on video call." Dean explained, pulling out a tablet. It was vibrating, silencedm a green receive button visibly waiting to be pressed.

"What? G-gah-"

Clara flailed, flopping off from the bench in a decidedly ungrateful manner, burbling as she melted into a blorby version of herself. She muttered some obscenities and she reformed herself, brushing sand from her curves.

"Were you going to tell me this was happening, or was this another fun surprise!?" She blustered, feeling rather irate at her other half.

"I did, actually. A month ago." The corner of Dean's mouth twisted. "When they found out I was with a woman, they were desperate for more information."

"How does an old married couple weasel out information every spy organisation would kill to obtain!?" Clara shook her head, glancing to the tablet. "And I'm naked, you know!"

"Yes. I thought clothes were a trifling matter for a shapeshifter?" He cocked his head to the side.

"...W-well, yeah, but..." She pouted. "I still wanna be mad about it..."

"Just get ready so I can answer their call." He pointed at the tablet. Clara sighed, focusing inwards. Her buoyant breasts smoothed out, perking up as if an invisible pair of hands were groping them. From her hair, threads of biomass twisted through the air, wrapping around her breasts, threading through one another until a breast-supporting bra was formed. She rocked her hips as a matching accessory for her two-piece bikini wrapped around her waist.

She unfurled the towel from her seat and wrapped it around her waist. "So what do I do...?"

"Act natural. They're seniors, not superiors." Dean shrugged.

"Yeah, but I don't exactly have a lot of experience with-"

Dean was already answering the call, and Clara had to force a smile so wide that it stretched her elasticine cheeks, creaking as they did. They were greeted with the smiling faces of an elderly couple, filtered through a crisp eight frames per second and a flurry of obscuring static fuzz.

"Hey Mom, hey dad, sorry to keep you waiting." Dean smiled slightly.

"Dean! How good it is to see you again!" The elderly woman cooed. "It's been too long... oh, and is this your special someone??"

"Where you kids at? On vacation? Where is that, where is it?" The older gentleman squinted, his eyes lowered to look at the screen, not the camera.

"Honduras."

"Honolulu."

Clara and Dean gave each other looks as they rattled off their answers at once. For being on the lam, they really had to get their stories straight.

"We, uh, found our own little slice of tropical paradise..." Dean forced a smile.

"Ooooh, a honeymoon~" The older lady beamed cheerfully. "When you two lovebirds are done with all that world-trotting, are you going to finally settle down?"

"Well, uh, mom, I've been trying to settle down with my own business, but there have been... challenges. Economically speaking." He grimaced, glancing knowingly to Clara.

"Yer mother's been yammerin' nonstop about grand-kids y'know!" The husband piped in. "She wants first dibs on baby-shower planning!"

"G... grandkids?" Clara stammered. There were beads of... well, at a glance it was sweat, but looking closer it was more opaque and viscous, like paint.

Dean blinked as Clara stood, shell-shocked as she sagged towards the ground; out of the video camera's sight, her legs were collapsing on themselves, slowly, as she was oozing towards the ground.

Dean had to think quick. He turned the tablet to him, away from his grandparents.

"H-hey, the feeds... ksht, connection's choppy, talk to you-"

Blip. He hung up with a sigh, tossing the tablet to the chair as he lowered to support Clara. "Clara? Pull yourself together!"

"Kids...?" She murmured as if in a daze, her back arching bonelessly around his strong arms as she felt the tingling of her amorphous body along the hot sand. Her body stirred, rippling agitatedly.

"I-I dunno if I can... have kids, and a... a family???" She blinked, looking up to Dean. "I never received training on how to be a mother..."

"It's not like the agency trained me on that either..." Dean muttered. He eyed the sagging straps of Clara's bikini, pulling it up to protect her modesty.

"Whatever, my parents are neurotic. We don't have to go at the pace they dictate, we can decide for ourselves, okay?" Dean reassured her, raising her head to look directly in his eyes... his hands seemed to sink into her soft, supple skin.

"...Hah..." Clara exhaled. "...Do you... want to start a family...?"

"..." Dean paused, opting to choose his words carefully.

"...The thought... did occur to me." He answered coolly with a nod. "But... perhaps that's a discussion that can be held when you aren't collapsing on yourself."

"Eh? Oh, but the weather it's... so nice...~"

She swooned, slipping from Dean's grasp as she finally collapsed on herself, her head enveloped by the growing pool of olive-hued ooze. She spread along the beach, patterns swirling together as her body warbled and vibrated. The hot beads of sand transfer their energy to her core, and it was ecstatic.

"Let me enjoy our honeymoon, dear...~" She cooed, her body relaxing. Dean rubbed a hand through his hair, watching the two-piece bikini float atop his shapeless significant other.

"As you wish." He shrugged, turning the tablet over.