Comm: Popgum Gets The Munchies

Summary: Popgum tries some THC gummies and goes on a drug-induced trip. Commissioned by jack2112.

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Popgum, an enhanced superhuman composed entirely of living chewing gum, was no stranger to sugary confections; they were her lifeblood, rather literally. But when Popgum—or rather, her mild-mannered civilian alterego, Penelope—got wind of a curious new type of candy, she had to try it herself. She had to hit up a weed dispensary first and, thankfully, someone who knew the product was on hand to give her the safety spiel, and point out the recommended dosage, especially for a newbie. 

Popgum wasn't sure if these guidelines necessarily applied to her, considering that, even though she could shapeshift herself to appear no different than any other human, beneath her skin was a slurry of saccharine sugar. She had full intent to follow those instructions, once she got home and could relax, letting her rigid form collapse into a pile of glossy pink ooze.

At least until she dumped a handful by mistake into her outstretched hand. She gawked in horror as her amorphous body pulled the multicoloured THC gummies into her palm, up her wrist and through her arm, in a wet splort. Her body was already tingling with excitement, the familiar buzz of her body excitedly digesting the sugary content. She gulped, sensing trouble ahead; she was only supposed to take one, maybe two at a time, not half the bottle at once! 

She initially hoped the effects would be staggered, but Popgum's unique biology hadn't done her any favours either; the hallucinogenic effects and out of body experience that rocked her entire body hit hard, hit fast, and (as she would soon discover) went on for hours. She grimaced, dropping the bottle as she was hit with a spasm, her jaw hanging, stretching, hitting the floor as she tumbled over backwards. She scrunched her toes into spirals, her body stirring as she stared at the ceiling tiles above her.

She let out a satisfied groan, the sole of her foot shifting to open up another mouth; a tendril-like tongue slithered out, and swirled within the container for the remaining gummies. Her body jolted with excitement; gorging herself on candy was always a sexually gratifying experience, but this was something else. She felt like she was leaving her own body; her vision blurred, growing more colourful, the contrasts more vivid. She was sure she could see the sound through the air from her sound speakers, playing some low-fidelity vaporfunk.

She felt her body form bubbles on its own, popping, stirring back into herself, and rising once more, with the splattering tendrils from each pop stretching higher and higher. Moaning pleasurably, her humanoid form had lost its shape, forming a writhing pillar of ooze at the center of the room. Misshapen parts of her body pressed against the surface of the pillar in rolling waves; she felt as though she had been chopped into pieces and thrown into a lava lamp, slowly rising, falling, and mixing back into herself. With every pulse of the deep bass speakers, her body trembled with excitement. 

As pink tendrils slithered around the room, they reached into her pantry for confections, clutching bags of candy and sugar. Without fail, Popgum's face would materialize from the pillar, opening her mouth wide to be fed until her cheeks popped, the pillar shuddering with pleasure. She moaned with each bite, the candy melting in her mouth, yet her body trembled with need. She had a powerful case of the munchies, and she wanted more.

In a matter of minutes, she would clear out her entire apartment of sweets, her writhing form surrounded by empty bags and wrappers. Turning over and over as if trapped in a washing machine, Popgum felt the world spinning around her, her vision blurred between vision and reality. A fat tendril flailed out from the slime pillar, plastering Popgum to the ceiling as she slowly recollected herself. Connected to her by a thin gummy strand, the pillar collapsed to the floor as Popgum moaned ecstatically.

"QUIET DOWN THERE!" The upstairs neighbour pounded the floor, and Popgum vibrated along with the ceiling. She replied with a sensuous moan, her fat ass spreading against the ceiling tiles, adhering her. She hugged herself, blinking harshly, craving companionship.

But then, stirring in the ooze below, a familiar form began to shapeshift. In reality, the form was but an extension of Popgun, formed from glossy pink ooze, but in Popgum's entranced, distorted vision, she saw hues differently, more vividly. Her memory played tricks on her, cueing her to aromas that weren't there. She could've sworn that Sonja, one of her dear Squish Sisters, had materialized below her; her senses were caressed with the scent of dirt after rain, and a gentle fragrance of flowers. 

Popgum, descending from the ceiling upon cable-like stranges of bubble-gum ooze, lowered to the ground, her arms outstretched to embrace her. Sonja seemed eager to join her, her long hair splayed across the ground, her perky chest bouncing on their own. 

Popgum collided with herself with a wet splat, with both of her womanly forms enveloped in a wave of ectasy. She felt around herself, massaging "Sonja's" titties, feeling the sensations reverberated through her being, the sensitive feedback of her oversexed curves as intimately felt as if they were her own. Their lips met, tongues twisting together, as their mouths fused together before their forms would be consumed under another rolling wave of pink slime. 

Pink tendrils arose excitedly from Popgum's mass, twisting around each other intimately, before collapsing once more; the superheroine stroked herself across two forms, performing a sexual performance for two all on her lonesome, her hallucination-addled brain tricking her into thinking this sensation was more real and intimate than it was. The world went yet blurrier as Popgum lost herself to waves upon waves of ecstasy. 

In the end, Popgum awoke to her apartment, her candy stockpiles empties, renovated under layers of sticky pink gum. Alive and well, albeit a bit groggy, Popgum tried to recall the night before, but panicked as she remembered Sonja, and scoured the room to look for her. But every suspiciously-shaped lump of pink gum was just another piece of Popgum she had left lying around, or another piece of furniture spackled under layers of herself. 

Popgum, being a bit of an airhead, stumbled into Sonja later at Squish Sister HQ, wrapping her in a tearful embracing and bawling that she ate her or something. Sonja, ever the modest, soft-spoken one, gently reassured Popgum, not at all sure what she meant. Popgum stopped short of explaining her experience with the hallucinatory gummies; she was just relieved Sonja was okay, even if the whole affair was... rather embarassing.