Prompt: Feeling Hazy (Part 2)

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 April 2022.

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Part 2 (Apr '22)

"WENDY!!!"

Felicia Berry was very much left in the dark with regards to Wendy's transformational aspirations, so when the experiment appeared to be breaking down right in front of her, Felicia didn't hesitate to scramble to Dr. Hart's rescue. She sprinted to the breaker, panicking to reset the power. Was there a power overload? A blown fuse?? That was a hell of a power surge!

Felicia rushed to weigh options as she futzed with the controls, glancing to the steel door that served to imprison Wendy; it was soundproofed, so if Wendy was crying, pleading for help, drowning in her own blood, Felicia was none-the-wiser.

She wasn't sure what she did to get the power working, but before long, everything whirred back to life, the lights illuminating the lab once more. Felicia ran to the reinforced steel door, pecking out an override code into a panel installed next to the door. With a green confirmation light, she raised her clammy palms to rotate the locking mechanism. It was heavy, and her hands kept slipping, and the panic and exertion was exhausting, but she needed to save her mentor!

She jerked the door open just a crack...

Fsssst! A lime green gas assaulted her—it had been highly pressurized, and Felicia was knocked on her ass, relatively unharmed but thoroughly startled. She gawked, her glasses fogging up as the room began to fill with the gas. It was hazy, like a thick smokescreen...

...But as it reached her flared nostrils, she paused. It smelled... nice. Relaxing. Like lavender. Her panic ebbed away, her anxious trembling ceased, as the strength in her legs gave out; she slumped to her knees.

"What... is this...?" She wondered, the light in her eyes fading as she stared off into empty space. Her voice quieted to a wispy drone as she sat there, slack, like a puppet with its strings cut. She seemed oblivious as the fog billowed into the room, now in greater quantities. If she had a thought left in her current-vacant mind, she might've thought about raising her arm in front of her, watching as it disappeared into the thick fog.

There was a presence in the room. A comforting feeling that surrounded her. With every breath she took, she could feel the fog drift inside of her, flowing through her diaphragm. She slowly blinked her eyes, their whites shimmering a mesmerizing shade of neon-green. A drunken smile stretched her cheeks as her jaw went slack.

Felicia...

Her head lolled to one side, a sense of pure relaxation washing over her entire body. She giggled drunkenly, pleasant tingly sensations peppering every pore of her body. She heard someone calling to her, but it felt like the voice was in her head. Yet, it was not her voice... it belonged to her superior.

"Dr. Hart..." Felicia giggled absentmindedly. It didn't seem as if she was all there, swaying back and forth.

No need for formalities... just Wendy will do~

The voice echoed inside of her mind again. Felicia giggled again, her head lolling to the other side. She was perfectly willing to go with the flow, wherever this was going.

"Wendy... where are you? I can't see you..." Felicia droned on idly; she seemed to be grasping at some fragment of her previous intellect; she was certainly a smart, educated girl when sober, but as of the current moment, she certainly was not.

Oh, I'm here. All around you, actually... and a bit of me is inside you as well, hoho~

"Haha..." Felicia nodded vacantly, hiccupping as she did. It seemed that the gaseous woman's explanations were going into one ear and out the other... rather literally at that, the way the lime green gas effortlessly flowed through her ears, wafting in and out of her nostrils, dancing upon her lolling tongue.

Mm, this won't do... do you mind if I borrow you for a moment?

"Yesssssss...!" Felicia hissed with delight, arching her back as if to offer herself to Dr. Hart. She had no worldly idea what she was doing; her head was someplace else entirely. But seemingly by instinct, she inhaled deeply of the haze, casting her labcoat off to reveal more of her skin; her pores eagerly took in as much gas as it could, the thick haze coalescing on her slender form!

Her skin tingled all over as the haze caressed her form. She felt lighter than air, her labcoat billowing! Pinpricks dotted her skin as the haze hurried to enter her through whatever entryway it could!

And in a matter of moments, she had been filled up, slumping to the floor. Her eyes fluttered open, squinting with a new intelligence that hadn't been there before... and an otherworldly green glow.

"Oh, bother," Felicia spoke, muttering to herself as she heaved herself off the floor. "I can't say I care for this situation one iota..."

It was Felicia's voice that spoke to herself, but not Felicia herself. Her heels clicked against the floor as she heaved herself from the ground, swaying to catch her balance. The woman paced over to the mirror, removing her thick-lensed glasses to get a better look at her profile... the eerie green eyes stood out.

"Yes, I seem to have complete control over my assistant's body now..." Felicia... or, actually, Wendy, remarked to herself. "I can feel her inside, but the gas has a strange... mind-numbing effect about it."

Wendy examined her own body, swaying back and forth. She grimaced.

"Mm, nope, do not care for this situation. We can chalk it up to an emergency, but if anyone from HR got wind of this... well, coercion under the effects of a mind-altering chemical is hardly grounds for 'consent' now, is it?" Wendy mused to herself.

Wendy was careful not to lay her hands on any parts of Felicia's body that Felicia herself wouldn't want groped or massaged; they were partners, after all, and anything like that would be a grievous betrayal of that professional relationship. But Wendy did need a corporeal form...

"Right then. My apologies, Felicia, but I'll need your body for now. At least until I can work out an alternative." Wendy clapped Felicia's hands together. "The first thing I need to lab out is... a way for my incorporeal form to communicate with Felicia, without reducing her mind to jelly..."

Wendy rubbed her chin, considering her options. She was disappointed in herself for not thinking this far ahead in her little experiment, but... she hadn't expected hypnotic vapours to act as a byproduct of her transformation.

"Ah well..." Wendy shrugged. "Such is the pursuit of greater knowledge, after all!~"

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