Prompt: The Shapeless Seductress (Part 16)

Summary: An exotic dancer is kidnapped by an evil scientist, and is injected with foul serums, rendering her body pliable, soft, and amorphous. She struggles with her new body, sometimes claylike, sometimes gooey, always alien. Commissioned by an anonymous user.

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Part 16

Wanda stirred awake on an unfamiliar bed in an unfamiliar room. Wanda had stirred awake in unfamiliar rooms before, and she was always suspicious; at least this room was friendly, well-furnished, and inviting enough.

Actually, it was a hotel room, judging by the lock on the door.  The events of the previous night were a blur, but it seemed like the two of them had discreetly oozed in through a window and into an unoccupied room. Which means they'd need to sneak right back out before housekeeping arrived...

"Natalie?" Wanda muttered. "You awake? We should go, before we're found out... N-Natalie?"

Wanda blinked as her eyes adjusted to the low light. Natalie was resting next to Wanda, the doctor's right leg twisting and coiling around Wanda's left. As it tightened around her, the sole of her feet turned so that their toes touched, her semi-liquid form oozing to occupy the space between them.

"Wanda..." Natalie moaned; she pressed the back of her palm to her forehead, letting out a shuddering exhalation. She looked sloppier than usual, her glossy pink form trickling over the side of the bed.

"You... you okay?" Wanda murmured. "You look like you're in bad shape..."

"Wanda... hold me." Natalie whispered, rolling over and onto Wanda's body with a wet plop. A sensuous heat bubbled up between them, a tingling that started where they made contact. Natalie lowered her body, allowing her limbs to twist possessively around Wanda, until their hands grasped one another, and fingers twisted together possessively.

Wanda shuddered, feeling the heat trickle deeper inside of her. Her eyes widened, chuckling nervously. "N-Natalie, it's a little early to keep going at it like this..."

"I'm sorry... I have... mmph... I have a confession..." Natalie softly rocked her body, shifting herself as torrents of pink ooze slowly reversed up the sides of the bed, and towards the couple, their crotches pressed together and moving in unison.

"H-hey, what are you talking about?" Wanda stammered.

"The experiment to create a true malleable woman... I was only a prototype..." Natalie grunted softly, as if struggling to produce the words. "My time in this world is fleeting... but I don't want to leave you..."

"What!?" Wanda's eyes shot wide open. She tried to tear Natalie away from her, but she clung possessively. "Don't talk like that! Just hang in there, okay? We'll get you to the lab, o-or a hospital!"

As Wanda struggled in Natalie's grip, she tried to push her away, but Natalie adhered like glue; Wanda realized that their breasts were stuck together, fat nipples submerged in one another. Wanda gasped as she felt Natalie's nipples go stiff, pushing into her liquid skin; the surprise caused Wanda's strength to waver, and Natalie snapped back.

With a wet plorp, their lips merged, and enveloped one another. Their voices were muffled as their lips were locked in a kiss. They moaned in unison, their hips rocking

It has to be this way. A familiar voice echoed in Wanda's head. This way, I'll be with you forever.

Wanda closed her eyes, her body trembling. She clung possessively around Natalie, her tongue pressing into her lover's mouth. She wanted to hold her tight, and never let go. Their limbs coiled tighter and tighter, their bodies swivelling around each other, their necks elongating and twirling together as their mouths locked together in a kiss that would not part.

Currents of chocolate and strawberry ooze mingled together in decadent swirls. Wanda's body trembled and shook, her mind terrified of the idea of ever losing Wanda, but also from the pervasive tingling that enveloped her body. Their voices were trapped in each other's heads as they leaned closer, their womanly forms pressing deeper, mixing further.

Wanda gasped, feeling Natalie's consciousness flooding her mind. She could feel her raw emotions, her limitless passion, her love, her intellect, her memory, her guilt, her anger. Wanda, feeling physically and mentally like mush, twisted and collapsed around Natalie, their bodies a pile of formless clay.

Their muted moans faded away, and their combined bodies went still, a pulsating wet mass at the center of a king-sized bed. Chocolate and pink swirls coalesced, gentling drifting, before seams split along the pile's curves. Tendrils sprouted, giving way to limbs, a torso... and a head with luscious black hair, pink highlights streaking her form.

She looked over herself, stretching her arm to the far wall to steady herself as she raised upwards to admire herself in the vanity. Whatever she was, she had the proportions of an amazonian goddess. She must've stood seven feet tall, her body toned and muscular, yet suppled and smooth to the touch. Her mocha brown skin mingled with streaks of pink, as if her body was painted, and still swirling.

She pressed a finger to her chin, tapping carefully. A name came to mind, a portmanteau of her prior existences.

Wandalie...

Wandalie felt ready to finish what both her halves had started. Her consciousness flowed through her body like a river. As she admired her form, she traced the far reaches of her body. She could feel every cell under her control, and her powerful mind, master of her own body, was ready to reshape it into the temple she deserved.

"Not bad." Wandalie lowered her hands and squished her plump ass, before sliding them up to massage her enormous chest. She felt a deep satisfaction admiring her perfect form, the fusion of two wills. Natalie's final wish was for her and Wanda to be together; she was happy to have played a part in realizing that dream.

Still, her emotions flared up. Before she could begin her new life, she had to make things right. As Natalie's memories flared up and mingled fully with Wanda's, Wandalie took a deep breath...

Shing! Her forearm narrowed and sharpened to a needle point. Wandalie would have her revenge, and make amends for the atrocities she was forced to commit under his watchful eye.

Knock knock.

"Housekeeping?" An elderly voice called from the other side of the hotel door. Wandalie glanced over.

"Time to leave..." Wandalie liquified herself into an instant, pressing herself through the tight squeeze out the window, and oozed down the side of the building...