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Malleable Mischief

Commissioned by viney12Written by HarmonyMotion with Au GooseEdited by Au GooseShard-Strike Universe created by Au Goose

Prologue - Meet Violet: G-Lex Admirer, Leila Sympathizer

“You guys know the game: you tip, I tease. You super-tip, I super-tease. Come on, it’s not hard,” G-Lex complained to her audience who seemed to have closed their wallets.

Still fully dressed in a heroine costume complete with her trademark gossamer cape, she kicked out her chair from behind her and remained “seated” by hovering in the air. To really get the point across, she bobbed up and down, her individual strands of her waving up and down from her still improper control.

Violet wished she could tip, but she was quite broke. On her side desk was her graduation cap and paper sheepskin, only two days old and already beginning their lifelong process of gathering dust. The brunette college graduate had been trying to put her chemical engineering degree to work, but the most relevant skill she’d learned in school was cooking up drinks behind a Manhattan bar.

Thankfully, the tips began rolling in, and G-Lex’s mood pepped up as she introduced a masked up BM onto her show. He was a fairly common appearance now, and Violet loved how brutally she dominated him. Throatlifting, mind controlling him into doing absolutely silly and sometimes degrading things… not to mention how freaking hot G-Lex was!

Paranaturals were so cool! Why couldn’t the government just leave them alone?

In a different tab, Violet had an email from Intrepid Nano-Labs open, the only company that had reached back out to her from her initial round of resume-throwing. They were under the umbrella of AyersTech Group who did work with the sort of government but not really but were authorized to use lethal force if necessary OPUS group… but it still wasn’t clear what Intrepid actually did.

Still, they were the only ones to respond back, and the pay looked pretty good. And Violet did like paranaturals after all, which OPUS famously employed.

G-Lex was blowing BM around with her superbreath now. Not one of Violet’s favorites. She tabbed over to the subreact /r/NewIreland on the popular user-driven news aggregator site and browsed for new posts. Another repost of Leila Electric and her little private army of so-called supervillains performing a bit of a demonstration for the US government’s observation ships that got too close to their naval boundaries. It was… breathtaking. Humans, mostly females, flying through the air, emitting fire from their mouths or dropping heavy objects into the water. It could have been a circus show except for the threat of lethal intent.

Yeah, fuck the government. Violet idolized Leila Leland aka Electric. What a fucking badass. Maybe if they didn’t capture and persecute paranaturals, those paras wouldn’t be so violent. “Villains” was just a word used by the victors and majorities. Leila and her squad were thriving in spite of constant sanctions, derision, and discrimination. If only the world would just leave them alone or trade with them—no, they would never tolerate an island harvesting Shard-Strike crystals and upending the existing oil and gas industry. Too many old, entrenched interests from corrupt and bought off politicians to let something like moving the world into the future get in its way.

What a bunch of luddites!

Violet replied in the affirmative to Intrepid for a follow-up on-site interview. She’d have to forego a personality screening too.

She felt good. No more schooling. She was an adult now, and she understood the world clearly.

The only thing that was too damn unfair was that she wasn’t a survivor and beneficiary of the random Shard-Strikes. If only…

Chapter 1 - Sausages, Samosas, and Shard-Strikes

Violet, dressed in a smart blouse and slacks with closed-toed shoes (work mandate!) stood at her computer in the Intrepid lab on a Tuesday morning. She was entering data on some materials and chemical reactions she’d run in a shaker overnight after running electric currents through it. She was basically just a pair of hands that did what she was told per management’s instructions—they never told her what for, just told her what kind of readouts they were going for, and she went for it.

Management loved Violet and her absolute meticulousness. She played with calibrations and took detailed notes, and then fiddled with one variable at a time, unlike others who thought they could speed up the process and understood far less than they did, leading to wasted materials, money, and junk data.

Violet had always been detail-oriented and analytical. She didn’t even care about not knowing what this stuff was used for. Each assignment was like a riddle. A puzzle for puzzle’s sake. And she enjoyed solving them.

“Hey Violet!” a male voice called over the violent rattling of the lab’s shaker.

She didn’t hear it, deep in concentration validating her data before entering it.

“Hey.” The man walked up totally unnoticed and placed a hand on Violet’s shoulder.

“AHHHH!” Violet shouted, startled from the unexpected contact. “Oh my god! Brian! Don’t sneak up on me like that!” she blushed furiously. Her heart was racing, and not just from getting jump scared.

“Did you see my email?” Brain asked.

“What email?”

“Check.”

She opened her email and began reading them, one by one, in almost their entirety.

“Holy shit, Violet. Is that really how you read them?” Brian asked in awe.

“What do you mean?”

“There’s so much spam! How do you get any work done? Just… just spare me, will ya? I got an order from Miguel and I need a partner to go with me.”

“Okay, okay, I’m getting there!” Violet huffed as she continued her process.

“Oh my god…” Brian bemoaned.

With anyone else, he would’ve written them off already. But for Violet, he waited patiently as his diminutive co-worker went about her process, pushing up her comically sized glasses in regular intervals.

What he didn’t know was that Violet was actually forcing herself to speed up, trying to cater to Brian’s wishes too. She grimaced as she failed to read every single word from higher management, but she desperately wanted Brian to like her…

The sexual tension between the two was so taut, it could snap in an instant. If either one of them were actually capable of picking up on it or brave enough to act upon it. Fortunately for the two, their one year anniversary of working together gave Brian enough courage to do just that.

“Go with you to the warehouse on North Campus, huh?” Violet finally got there, unknowingly letting Brian’s nerves stew.

“I thought you’d never ask…” he joked.

“Ha ha! Yeah, that’s always been my dream! To, um, go with you to Intrepid North Campus lab warehouse…” Violet’s attempt at humor trailed off into silence.

The two awkwardly smiled at each other from this familiar exchange. Each always missed the other’s attempt at bad flirting.

Violet locked her screen and put away her lab experiments with her usual care as Brian waited patiently.

“Will this take long?” Violet asked as she gathered her badge and purse. “I mean, I don’t mind working through lunch if it’s with you…”

Brian smiled. Maybe his little ploy would really work.

They hopped on Intrepid-provided bikes and made their way across the concrete laid campus streets. Both of them waved at the security guard as they flashed their badges and passed without issue. Violet didn’t notice, but the guard gave Brian a conspiratorial wink.

It was slightly chilly in the dark warehouse. Lines and lines of boxes, cardboard and otherwise, filled the space like a Swedish furniture warehouse. Violet followed behind Brian, always a bit in awe at how tall he was. He stood nearly a foot taller than her 5’4 stature… if they were to actually have sex, how awkward would it be!?

Violet’s face boiled with heat at the thought.

“Over here,” Brian pointed as he led the way. He looked back at his cute co-worker and caught her cherry-tomato face. She turned away rapidly.

“You okay?” he asked.

“Yes!” she squeaked. Her reply was barely intelligible—it came out like a high-pitched bird chirp. She cleared her throat. “Yes, yes!” she reiterated. “So uh… wait, what are we here for again? And how do you know where it is?”

Instead of answering, Brian led her to a small table in an empty space of the warehouse that he’d set up.

“Because all we were looking for was lunch!” he gestured with a grand sweep of his arm. “You know it’s been a whole year since we were both hired? Same day, as you know.”

“Oh Brian! I mean, I knew it. But I wasn’t sure it was such a big deal… you prepared all this!?”

“Yup!” he beamed, pleased his little ploy was being so well received. “Come on, have a seat!”

A small table decorated with some takeout boxes and lit by a few lamps that he had set up were waiting for them. He’d explained to the guard what he was doing, and he’d helped him out.

Brian pulled out the paper plates and plastic forks, setting the table.

“Uh. Heh heh, sorry, it’s a little gaudy,” he admitted sheepishly.

“Samosas!” Violet clapped her little hands like an excited schoolgirl. “These don’t look like the Intrepid cafeteria ones…”

“Oh god no!” Brian replied in disgust. “Those are awful. Here, don’t forget the chutney.” He pulled out the little plastic containers. “No, I got these down at Shiva’s. Sorry if they’re a little cold.”

“They’re good!” Violet shouted with her mouth full of potato, peas, and dough, sending some food flying. “Oh god!” she gasped as she covered her mouth with her hand.

“I’m glad!” Brian laughed. “Here, I got some wurst too…”

He opened a folded brown paper microwavable box, revealing a bed of soft, shiny sauerkraut with full, fatty sausages. Some pale, stuffed with chicken and mushrooms, otherwise a smoked red with large globules of cheese embedded in it. The pleasant tang of sour aroma mixed with rich proteins filled the air.

“Mmmm!” Violet gushed with more etiquette this time, keeping her mouth closed.

“You mentioned liking House of the Wurst, so I figured I’d grab a little of everything…” Brian whispered. He hoped he wasn’t coming on too strong.

“Mmmm!!” she repeated as Brian opened some of the restaurant’s famed homemade ketchup, curry ketchup, and other condiments.

She gave him a thumbs up before spearing a sausage with a plastic fork, dipping it in sauce, and placing it on her plate. Followed by another samosa and a generous helping of kraut.

Brian began heaping onto his own plate as he admired Violet’s appetite. The thin girl could put away a lot more than anyone could guess just from looking!

After minutes of silence, accented only by chewing and approving moans, Violet looked down at her empty plate. It was a marvel that she hadn’t been too nervous to eat on what seemed to amount to a date with Brian!

“Good food?” Brian asked.

“Hell yes! Good food, good environment…” she looked around at the dimly lit stack of boxes.

“Good date…” Brian suggested.

Violet looked back across at his rugged face, her heart fluttering.

“Yeah… good date,” Violet smiled.

“Sooooo…” Brian ventured. “Would you be interested in doing this again?” His heart was racing just as rapidly.

“Yes! Definitely. Thank you, Brian. I’m so glad you staged this.”

Both parties sighed in major relief.

Before it could get too awkward for Brian to handle, he changed the subject to their work.

“About the lubricant we’re working on,” he started as he gestured all around them. “What do you think they’re going to do with it?”

“Oh. The raw materials are stored here?” Violet asked.

“You didn’t know? Yeah, it’s all here. All that good purple stuff.”

“Violet,” she corrected.

“Sorry?”

“It’s not purple. It’s Violet. Er, sorry, dumb joke,” Violet chuckled.

“Haha! Violet it is!” he agreed.

“Yeah, who knows. It’s probably not for industrial use… like, the profile doesn’t match at all what they’d need in factories. It hardens way too fast for those standards, and they don’t have me working on that issue. Probably for something else entirely, if I had to guess.”

“What do you think then?” Brian queried.

“I mean… maybe weapons. Non-lethal? Like, they fire it, it’s really sticky and it gets all over stuff, and then it hardens. I don’t know,” Violet shrugged. “Do you know anything?”

Before Brian could answer, the air grew superheated. The smell of ozone filled the air, overpowering the wonderful aroma of the food. Brian and Violet looked at each other in shock and confusion. Was this really… were they going to be victims of…

“Violet! RUN!!” Brian pushed his chair out and reached for his co-worker.

But the arcs of lightning were already dancing across the barrels of the purple goo. It mixed with the viscous, not-quite-solid substance and filled the air with a sick, chemical burning smell.

Barely had Brian’s arm made it to Violet’s arm when an enormous translucent crystal thundered into existence right into the storage barrels. The gooey substance bubbled furiously, sending their lids clattering onto the floor before seeping down the edges of the cylinders and crawling across the floor.

Another crystal materialized in that violet pool, the blowback from the explosion of its sudden arrival sending Brian flying away. Violet would have suffered a similar fate if that ethereal electricity hadn’t lashed out and gripped her in place in its static embrace.

The white arc of lightning turned purple as the lubricant was channeled through it, flowing from the floor into its unwitting recipient: Violet. Her body absorbed it without thought, processing the strange substance as her electric cage turned into a shell of liquid-yet-solid purple goo.

Violet seized up as the cold sensation creeped through her limbs and encased her entire not-so-solid body. The color climbed through her fingertips and toes, crawling up her limbs and invading her core. Her mouth was contorted open in a soundless scream from the unnatural feeling of becoming more and more unstable before her entire body melted into a puddle on the floor!

She was still conscious and panicking, seeing and sensing her new “form” as it bubbled and sizzled from electricity. She wanted to scream, but had no mouth with which to do so. Wanted to cry, but no eyes. Just a bubbly, rising puddle of purple slime.

To her eternal relief, she began to retake human form, different sized spheres bulging back into the air, growing on top of each other before they took on more solid form. Violet could feel her face sculpting her features back in, those deep eye sockets, her little nose and nostrils, her cutely puffy cheeks and the valley of her dimples as her lips grew back in with a smile.

The slime took on a rectangular shape for her torso as all of her limbs grew outward. Her extremities, her digits, all molded like clay in the hands of an expert sculptor until she was herself once again.

Floating there in the air, Violet choked down huge gasps of relief when she realized that she wouldn’t be cursed to suffer eternity as some sort of primordial puddle. But then she had a second thought: why stop here? If she could really control her body…

Violet plunged in with gusto. She would mold herself.

Even as her now light purple flesh seemed to destabilize and become fluid, morphing back and forth in its still-recognizable human shape, her legs stretched and grew longer. Violet was barely able to see it, her head frozen in place as her eyes pointed downward. She thought her rubbery-looking legs would snap back after being stretched out, but no—the elongation was happening gradually, and made no sign of retracting.

Inch by inch, she watched them grow. But it wasn’t just their now prodigious length. Her calves seemed to grow slimmer as her thighs grew thicker, soft and supple. She could feel them pushing against her dress pants, which were now way too tight for her wide, child-bearing hips. But instead of bursting through it, her flesh just softened a bit and allowed itself to fit. But Violet was consciously aware that her natural size was larger, and her now malleable body was just courteously accommodating her clothing.

Her purple-lubricant stained body continued to wobble fluidly, every violent jiggle heralding and triggering another shocking change in her stature. The girl watched through her thin-rimmed librarian glasses as her tummy inflated and bloated to her horror, before sucking right back in like a deflating balloon.

Violet would have gasped in shock had she not been paralyzed—her waist was so svelte! Compared to the exaggerated fertile appearance of her hips, her form looked so cartoonish that she felt as if she should break in half! But her strangely fluid, malleable body felt strong. Stronger than she’d ever felt.

Her abdomen and her lower body were soon a forgotten thought. Her flat chest was beginning to inflate in front of her very eyes, swelling larger and larger as they began to fill her vision and block her view. They wobbled, almost jello-like, as her purple-tinted flesh inflated and then flattened on her chest, inflating then flattening. Her prodigious breasts, just like the rest of her body, seemed to be malleable and moldable like clay, demonstrating its fluidity by sitting high on her chest and pointing proudly into the air, creating a wonderful canyon of cleavage, before lying flat on her chest and spilling off the side of her torso again.

Fittingly, her body morphed and reconfigured itself silently, accompanied by the background noise of sharp, crackling Shard-Strike electricity. Her shoulders widened to match her hips, giving Violet the kind of hourglass shape she’d always fantasized of having. G-Lex’s amazingly voluptuous figure, Leila Electric… all of the Shard beauties… Violet could list herself among them now.

As she pictured them in her mind’s eye, she could feel her face shifting. Even without a mirror, she knew she was now sporting G-Lex’s beautiful blue-eyed visage before morphing her face into Leila Electric’s more angular, sadistic-looking gaze. Her abs, soft and slender, her limbs willowy a la the blonde paranatural camgirl in one moment, before clenching tightly into an impressive wall of muscle as her longer legs and arms firmed and bulged with tight, tasteful feminine power.

As her brown eyes began to glow softly with a tint of soft lavender, the custom experimental lubricant was working its way through the final part of her body: her hair. Those brunette locks began to flow down her back, lustrous, thick, and shinier than ever. When all of the transforming goo receded and the lightning from the crystal shards burned out, Violet sported a bright colored streak in her hair that matched her namesake.

Even though the cataclysmic lightning storm had receded, the entire building was still on fire. Violet stood on her feet once again, getting used to the feel of her fluid body before consciously ordering it to firm up. Barrels had scattered and rolled all over. Torn boxes and debris from the collapsing building was piling up. The building’s sprinklers were on, spraying old, musty water everywhere.

Brian! Brian was still in here somewhere!

Violet found him under the collapsed table he’d set up for their date, buried under some light rubble and barrels. She mentally prepared herself to roll the heavy-looking drums out of the way, but to her shock, she hefted the unwieldy container easily!

A minute later, she had unearthed him. He was bruised, but otherwise breathing.

“Violet! Is that… is that you?!” he gasped.

“Come on! We have to go!” She grabbed his arm and pulled him to his feet rather handily.

The entire warehouse was on lockdown. The alarms were going off. They ran to the entrance where Brian’s guard friend had let them in not-so-appropriately.

“Hey! Hey! Are you okay!?” the guard shouted through the window from outside the building.

“Yeah! I think we’re gonna be fine! The fires are going out already…” Brian responded.

“That’s good! If your lives aren’t at stake… I gotta tell you, man! Head of security is coming down here! You’re not supposed to be here! We’re gonna be in deep shit if they find out what we did!” the guard shouted back. “They’ll un-lockdown the building, but even I can’t let you out as is!”

“Shit! Okay, yeah, we can hang in here for a while. We’ll still have to figure out how to sneak out though…” Brian sputtered as the dirty water continued to shower him.

“I think I got it,” Violet offered. “Don’t worry about us. Just don’t tell security!”

“Roger! Don’t worry, my ass is on the line too. Just make yourself scarce.”

Violet took Brian’s arm and ran back deep into the warehouse. When they reached the far back corne, she looked him in the eye and asked, “Do you trust me?”

Brian stared back into her faintly backlit pupils, almost transfixed at her beauty. He couldn’t believe that she stood as tall as him now.

“Yes, yes. I trust you, Violet,” he whispered breathlessly.

Violet embraced him in a tight hug, pressing her longer, more voluptuous, unyieldingly firm body against his. Her now incredible bosom drove the air out of his lungs before they began to turn fluid, those purple orbs expanding against him as she began to engulf him in her womanhood. As they wrapped around his torso, Violet smiled gently at him to calm his nerves as she wrapped her legs around his hips. Inch by inch, she melted into him and climbed up the corner like the sentient slime she was, ferrying Brian with her all the way to the ceiling.

Forming a human face without detailed features, she spoke to Brian.

“Are you comfortable up here?”

Brian whimpered but nodded. “You’re really warm… this is amazing…” he whispered.

“Do you mind if I take a little time to…” she began.

“Take all the time you want. Do whatever you need,” he reaffirmed her.

Her head slid across to the side of his face. Her warm, slimy tongue gave his ear a lusty lick before rejoining the rest of her body in its goopy state.

Slithering and rubbing herself against him, she surreptitiously masturbated against his body in her primordial form, shuddering in sheer pleasure as the sound of sloshing and sucking reverberated quietly in the room. Sometimes her purple face formed, moaning in pleasure. Other times her legs, or her proud breasts took shape, quivering and trembling in pleasure before melting back into a hot, orgasmic molten puddle. Soft, thick, wave-like tendrils swirled all over Brian’s Violet-supported body, caressing his neck sweetly as if they had been lovers forever. He luxuriated in the sensations as her warm slime felt like it was pricking his skin with electricity.

Brian marveled in awe at his now paranatural first date as his erection surged in his pants from her now not-so-subtle ministrations. Violet swirled around his engorged manhood, tugging and sucking at him as she naturally lubricated him, sending powerful tingles and chills down the length of his shaft.

When the alarms finally turned off, Violet smashed a window and ferried both of them out through the back wall.

Chapter 2 - A Night of Fantasy

The two made it out of the Shard Strike, barely believing that it could have happened to them. And not only were they not burned alive, one of them even came out of it a paranatural!

Adrenaline and arousal coursing through both their veins, Violet and Brian wasted no time making themselves scarce as Intrepid security began their investigation of the warehouse. The small sentient, Violet-colored puddle that had ferried Brian from the inside ceiling of the Intrepid storage down to the outside was wriggling on the floor before seemingly defying the law of conservation as her light purply goo grew in volume and density as it rose from the concrete to take the shape of a transformed, voluptuous Violet.

“Shit! I don’t have my keys!” Brian searched his pockets frantically.

“I think… I think I got it,” Violet declared hesitantly.

She stroked the old mechanical locking mechanism on Brian’s old beater as her finger turned into a squishy cylinder. Pushing it through the keyhole, she allowed it to fill the lock’s tumblers as she wiggled her finger around. The door clicked open with a satisfying pop.

Violet removed her finger, still in the shape of a key.

“Skeleton key,” she smirked.

“Don’t lose that yet! You’re gonna need to start the engine for me!”

They hopped in his car as Violet maneuvered the key through her flesh, passing it from her right hand to her left so she could sit more comfortably in the passenger seat. The car engine turned over without issue as Violet’s arm extended, longer and longer, to rest comfortably in Brian’s lap.

And when Brian was least expecting it, she sprouted another hand from her wrist and crept it past his thighs, brushing and squeezing that manhood that she had already intimately experienced while she had him wrapped up inside of her.

“Violet,” Brian tried to confront her to make sure they weren’t going too fast, but it came out as a lusty moan as she timed her fluid stroke to perfection.

“Yes, Brian?” She continued to work his member.

“Is this okay? Are we going too fast?”

“Hell no! I’ve had a crush on you since the day we started!”

Brian blushed, and not just from the swirling, not quite solid handjob he was receiving underneath his pants.

“You know, I really liked you too.”

Violet gasped. Her handjob ceased, instead just encasing him tightly in her goo as she processed this information.

“You mean it? You’re not just saying that?” she asked in morbid curiosity.

“Yeah! You were so cute with your big glasses, the funny way you insisted on doing things… plus I always had a thing for thin girls.”

“You mean… you don’t like the way I look now?” Violet was taken aback as she looked down at her far more exaggerated feminine curves. Maybe she could practice turning into and holding her new form?

“Ah, I uh…” Brian grew red in the face as he stole a glance at Violet’s shape in profile. God, those breasts really stood out huge and proud! Combined with her almost comically tiny waist and those thick thighs squirming shyly as she sought admiration from her long-time crush… and that longer brunette hair that looked like it could belong in a shampoo commercial, decorated by a punkish purple streak.

“No, no, definitely not that! You look so sexy the way you are now. I can’t believe my eyes…”

Violet sighed in relief as her heart stopped its rapid beating.

Then, with a wicked gleam in her eye, she said to him, “Are you sure? I can go larger, you know.”

Brian choked and coughed at the thought of it. It only got worse when he peeked over again. Violet’s breasts really were expanding outward, larger and larger! At the rate they were growing, it would put the airbag in his car to shame!

“I can’t believe your powers!” he tried to change the subject to something less awkward.

“It’s crazy great, isn’t it! I’ll have to experiment with it to really understand it! It feels like I’m a potter with a wheel, and my own body is the clay. It’s almost an out-of-body experience…”

“I can’t even begin to imagine what the feels like,” Brian continued, relieved that Violet wasn’t sexually torturing him anymore.

“And like you saw with my finger key,” she wiggled her extra limb that was still plugged into his car, “I feel like I can create anything I want.

He couldn’t see it, but he could feel it. The warm, fluid, gripping prison around his shaft began to turn slick and fleshy—a feeling he knew all too well. Was Violet conjuring a vagina around his shaft!? And to his shock and pleasure, it began to pump!

The car ride home suddenly became much less safe.

The two stumbled hastily into Brian’s condo. Well, Brian stumbled hastily; Violet was being cradled in his arms, light as a feather as her fluid breasts pressed against his firm chest while her legs began to bubble and morph into his body. By the time they were in his bedroom, Violet had completely liquified herself into his clothing, storking away at his erection while her warm tendrils lashed at his earlobes and brushed his lips. He could hear her laughter as he struggled to remove his clothing, fighting with her pliable, teasing tentacles.

Unsure what to do, a fully naked Brian jumped into bed. Violet oozed out from beneath him. Her purple slime concentrated on top of his body, forming her long, folded legs, wrapping and folding his unflagging erection in her goo as it formed her wide and fertile hips, then climbing upward to complete the rest of her staggeringly sexy body. It all turned solid, smooth, sensual, creamy flesh for his eyes to feast on as she played with her breast size before his very eyes, expanding and shrinking, firming and hefting until she could feel Brian’s heartbeat threaten to burst out of his chest.

All of her firmed up, that is, but for her torso.

She looked down to see if her little feat had worked. Right there, inserted deep into her love canal, was his engorged penis. Totally visible through her soft, purple, translucent abdomen.

“Ever wonder what you look like inside?” Violet guided his eyes with her own, taking a long peek at the impossibly erotic image before them.

“Oh my god…” Brian moaned at the sight of his virile erection. The visual stimulation alone caused him to twitch violently and leak copious amounts of precum… all of which he could not only feel, but watch it happening.

Then, she really began to work him.

Her warm, gooey bath began to move of its own accord, like the waves of an ocean. It gripped him tightly, eliciting a deep, guttural moan from his body as it flooded and pushed him downward, stroking and tugging his shaft all the way to its base, before sailing back upward. He could see it all happen before his very eyes: down, then up, down, then up, veins throbbing as she worked him inside of her moist core.

Impossibly, her tingling slime began to invade his slit with every motion, driving even further erotic desire through his overworked head. And to show that she could still drive his passion, small hands appeared in her body, those fingers wrapping around every inch of his hypersensitive cockhead as they gripped and swirled. Tight, almost painfully so, but not enough to stop his inevitable ejaculation.

As Violet opened her mouth and extended her tongue which shot out of her mouth and descended a few feet to caress his earlobe, he couldn’t help but come for her.

He tried to keep his eyes open to witness the feat unfold, but the pleasure was too unbearably great. His eyes slammed shut as rope after rope of his fluid mixed with hers before she swallowed it up deep in her very primal being. His hands were wrapped tight around her slender waist, which gave gently under his grasp like a stress ball being squeezed.

“Hoo… huh, ho my god!” Brian moaned. His hips bucked up and down involuntarily, and Violet accepted his rhythmic thrusting without moving herself. Her thighs and pelvis merely wobbled up and down with every uncontrollable burst of his ecstasy.

“Niiiiice,” Violet whispered huskily as she retracted her tongue all the way back into her mouth. She fingered her clit, her hands digging in—literally folding and melding into her body—as she rubbed that bundle of erotic nerves against her palm.

“S-sorry I came so fast,” Brian blubbered apologetically.

“It’s okay… I get so turned on just from humping and grinding you. Do you mind?” she asked again.

“Is that… is that what you were doing in the warehouse?” he asked for his own gratification.

“Yesss…”

Violet collapsed into a puddle, spilling over his lower abdomen and thighs. Her goo traveled like a disk across his bed, leaving absolutely no trace of her purple path. It sidled up to him and molded against the left half of his body, once again forming into her human shape. Except part of her body was overlaying his, completely melded as one.

“Ung, ung, yeah, move if you want… you can’t get away from me!” Violet shrieked.

She pumped her hips against him, every thrust accompanied by a splashing noise as her body wrapped up more of him. He tried to scoot, but Violet just stayed attached and punished him by gliding over more and more of his body, claiming him as if he were her property.

At the same time, her expanding breasts and engorged, peaking nipples ground against his human flesh. Every sensation, every “nerve” or whatever it was, felt alight with fire as she washed over him. As she inserted his fingers into his open mouth and explored him with her primordial body, her entire shape began to buzz and fluctuate as she neared the throes of eternal ecstasy.

With one final hump, Violet engulfed Brian’s body whole before she quivered and fell apart.

Shrieking and screaming, her voice echoed all around Brian’s head as she nearly suffocated him with her embrace. Her formless form quivered and spiked before she collapsed once more into goo, leaving Brian gasping for air. Even the little purple disc spasmed back and forth, experiencing little aftershocks of pleasure, all just from morphing and rubbing against her cute co-worker.

The two drifted off to sleep, Violet wrapped around and folded over his arm and chest like a contented little ball of goo. He rode the pleasant tingling sensation of the touch of her body to sweet dreams.

Chapter 3 - A Day of Reality

Brian and Violet drove to work. She offered to be his key again, smirking mischievously as she pumped her hand up and down, miming a handjob. Against his better judgment, Brian got one of his spare keys and jingled it before her.

Disappointed with not being able to make Brian ejaculate like a wild animal again, she also pouted at the fact that she probably shouldn't show up to work about half a foot taller than she used to be with outrageous curves that could grace a glamor magazine. Sinking into a puddle, she grew back into her original, 5’4, flat chested shape, complete with old, ho-hum clothing.

The two drove to work as Violet teased Brian, growing her flat A-cups out before his very eyes as she caused her completely-under-her-control blouse to stretch taut and reveal more and more of her luscious, controllable-at-will flesh. She made sure to tweak and vibrate her nipples by themselves, or flex her pecs and cause her enormous mammaries to jiggle slowly and hypnotically.

She laughed out loud when she had to reach out with one hand to forcibly shove Brian’s leg off the accelerator as her arm extended to slam the brake at a red light.

However, when they got to work, reality caught up to them quickly.

Security was all over the campus, standing around with clipboards as hoards of employees loitered around outside, waiting for… something.

As soon as Brian and Violet got out of the car, two guards immediately approached them.

“Names?” one of them with the clipboard asked.

“Brian Taylor.”

“Violet Vanadi.”

“Badges?” he prompted.

They both provided them for his inspection.

“Mm hmm.” He checked off the names on his paper. “Glad to see you’re okay. We’re making sure employees are safe after that random Shard-Strike. Where were you when it happened?”

The two looked at each other.

“Um…”

The guard speaking to them raised an eye in suspicion as the other one began to discreetly peek into Brian’s car.

“I think… we were in the lab over there…” Brain pointed to where he and Violet worked, eyeing and begging Violet to corroborate his story.

“Yes, yes!” she nodded eagerly. “Yeah, I was doing data entry, which I do a lot of, you know, and heh heh, wouldn’t you know it, there was this huge boom-”

“CRASH!” Brian interjected.

“Yeah, boomcrash!” Violet nodded, her neck wobbling almost too flexibly as her conjured glasses sat on her face without moving. “I was startled out of my wits! We were so scared we went home! Are we… are we in trouble?”

He looked at the other guard who was pointing at the interior of Brian’s car. Dark, thick, purple drops of the warehouse’s lubricant had been tracked from the epicenter of Shard-Strike all the way to their escape vehicle, and neither had thought much of it.

“You two. Come with me,” he ordered. His colleague got behind Brian and grabbed an arm.

“Ow, hey! What are you doing?!” Brian exclaimed.

“Ma’am,” the guard gestured Violet to follow.

She wasn’t sure what to do, so she followed.

The four walked to the warehouse where they were led to a long trail of purple footsteps. The outlines grew thicker and thicker the closer they got, until the hardened outline was clear as day.

“Sir, please put your foot in that,” the guard ordered Brian.

Brian gulped. He hesitated.

The one twisting his arm pulled up his radio.

“Security, we need all security at the warehouse. We have possible corporate thieves apprehended. They may have stolen all of the nano-lubricant.”

“What!?” both Brian and Violet screamed.

“Sir, put your god damn foot in that print, or so help me God, I’ll make you!” the rough one commanded.

He took out a pair of handcuffs and slapped it on a struggling Brian. Brian screamed in pain as his arms were twisted about. The guard began to strangle and manhandle him, kicking out his legs and causing him to kneel before placing a knee on Brian’s back and pinning him fiercely to the ground.

“Stop! You’re hurting him!” Violet begged.

“You’re coming in from questioning too, ma’am,” the other guard pulled out a pair of cuffs and slapped them on her wrists too.

“N-no!” Violet’s hands went soft as she slipped her dainty wrist and fingers right out of the cuffs.

“Hey, what!?”

Before he could react, Violet had morphed her arms into two, long, thick metal clubs. She swung them around, bludgeoning her guard in the chest. Then, she gathered both arms in front of her and thrust them at the guard pinning Brian, sending him flying from her double fisted metal strike.

“Brian! Brian! Oh my god!” Violet skittered over to him in utter panic. “What do we do!?! I didn’t mean to… I just…” she began to hyperventilate.

“Oh shit! Why is this happening!? Can you get me out of these cuffs?”

Violet bent down and reached for the metal links. A pinch and a quick tug of her fingers broke them apart. She followed by reaching for the cuff itself, squeezing and pulling as hard as her strength would allow. With a bit of effort, those came apart as well.

Brian let them clang to the ground as he massaged his wrists.

“Agent down! Agent down!” The one that had been handling VIolet shouted into his radio. The other guard still wasn’t moving. “Chris! Chris, are you okay!?” When his partner didn’t answer, he drew his gun.

“No… I didn’t… you were hurting us…” Violet raised her no-longer-metal-pole hands in surrender.

“We didn’t steal anything!” Brian shouted back.

“Don’t! You! Fucking move!” the guard pointed at Violet, hands unsteady and finger trigger-happy. “You’re not even a registered para! Who the hell are you!”

“I… I didn’t…” Violet appealed, her arms waving just a little too much.

The guard squeezed the trigger.

Violet shut her eyes. Would she feel any pain? Was she going to die already, one day after her life-changing Shard-Strike transformation?

She heard a few more gunshots go off. Followed by shocked cursing.

Surely she must have been hit already. She felt two more slight pinches, but no real discomfort. Opening her eyes, Violet saw one indentation in her abdomen, another in her breasts. They looked as if they’d been pushed inwards, but were slowly inflating back to their regular shape. She saw the metal pellets making their way through her semi-opaque body, pushing through her back and being spit out by her flesh, completely unharmed as the bullets rang and rattled on the concrete pavement.

“We’ve got a para who can’t be shot… call in the big guns!” the guard yelled as he slapped his radio.

Violet didn’t know what to do. She extended her arms once more, fashioning one into a large whip that snatched the radio attached to his hip and cut his hand in the process. Her other arm turned into a thick rubber boxing glove that smacked him straight in the face, knocking him out cold.

“Brian! Brian! Are you okay? We… we have to run!” Violet screamed.

The guard’s radio sounded. “Unit 2, where are the targets now?”

Brian grabbed the radio and looked at Violet, prepared to do his best impression of the guard’s voice. But Violet shook her head at him, took the radio herself, and opened the frequency with a push of the button.

“They’re uh… they’re okay. We made a mistake. Nothing’s happening here… how are you?” she replicated the guard’s voice perfectly, if not his speech.

Brian just stared at her dumbfounded, at both her incredible sound mimicry but also the worst fabricated response he’d ever heard.

“Unit 2! Clarify! Who is this? Respond!”

“It’s me. It’s Chris! We have a man down, but I, um…” Violet replied, still using not-Chris’s voice.

Brian snatched the radio away and threw it on the floor.

“Come on, let’s go!” he directed, adrenaline surging through his veins.

“Do you think I can…” Violet morphed into a little puddle before resurging as a perfect physical copy of the guard she’d just boxed in the face.

Brian winced. “You look the part, but you sure as shit can’t act it!”

“Fine!”

Violet returned to her own shape before she lifted Brian to his feet and they began to run for it. Screeching tires, the smell of burning rubber, and the rapid thud of heavy boots chased after them as they ran through the urban campus obstacle course. They had no qualms about opening fire.

All of the bullets seeped through Violet’s body, not bothering her in the slightest. But Brian was not so flexible a target as she. He stumbled and collapsed as a stray bullet hit him in the leg as another struck him in the shoulder.

“Brian!!!” Violet shrieked.

“Go… run…” he wheezed as he clutched his shoulder.

“I won’t leave you!”

She morphed her arm into a vicious whip and swung it wildly along the perimeter where the guards were firing. They all ducked for cover as Violet’s lethal limb scarred the concrete and slammed into their vehicles, smashing windows and leaving large dents in the metal.

One of the braver guards popped back up to see where they were going and maybe squeeze off another shot at the vulnerable Brian, but Violet’s entire mass surged toward her outstretched limb as she slammed into him like a tightly wound rubber band, except with much more force and mass. Her crushing blow broke his arm and ribs and sent him flying as Brian continued to stumble forward aimlessly.

The remaining guards stayed undercover and waited for their so-called big guns to arrive.

Surging back to his side as a blob and now reforming into her natural 5’9 bombshell stature, Violet picked up Brian and ran past campus toward surrounding farmland and forest…

Chapter 4 - On the Run

“Come on Brian, just a little longer! The nearest town and hospital is… is…” Violet panted as she ran along the countryside.

“Violet… I feel dizzy… I can’t…” Brian’s face was pallid. He began to faint.

“No no no!” Violet went to his side and helped him to the ground slowly. What they both didn’t know that Brian was actually doing remarkably well, all things considered. Both of them had moved across uneven, unpaved terrain for hours without stopping.

She’d carried him for a while, her strength allowing to bear his weight while her fluid body cushioned him comfortably, absorbing all of the impact of Violet’s footsteps along the ground. But Violet wasn’t nearly as strong as G-Lex or Marathon or any of those other Apex supers that the media loved to broadcast. Even after she hit the lottery and gained these powers, she’d had to discover in the most dire of circumstances that she hadn’t won the lottery hard enough!? The world was so unfair!

Violet had tried collapsing into goo on the floor and carrying Brian along on what amounted to a mobile waterbed, but the sharp rocks and sticks along the forested floor would stab through her form to no ill effect, but prod and worsen Brian’s injuries. And it wasn’t like in the warehouse where she’d squished her way up a wall—if they wanted to make good time and outrun Intrepid (was it really just Intrepid?) security, then the pace would not suffice at all.

They reached the fence of a large farmyard. Violet and Brian saw horses walking back and forth in the large pasture. Maybe… maybe she could fashion herself into a saddle, secure Brian to the horse, and they could ride it to the nearest hospital? If it hadn’t been taken by security yet.

“Heeere, horsey horsey,” she beckoned. But the animals seemed to run away as she got closer, despite her moving completely silently and the beasts not looking her way. She advanced again, but they whinnied, reared up on their feet, and fled even faster.

“Dammit!” Violet shrieked in frustration. Why were they running away!?

If she couldn’t get a horse… maybe she could turn into one?

Melting into a dense purple blob once more, Violet did her best to visualize and become a horse. She ended up becoming a three foot tall pony… and she had trouble even galloping. With a frustrated whinny, she melted back down and slithered back to Brian who was pressing down on his wounds hard enough to slow his own bleeding.

“Violet? Is that you?” he asked the sliding disc as it neared. “Can you fashion a tourniquet for me? I need to stem this…”

A rope of slime lashed out and bound his calf tightly. Brian winced from the extreme pressure, but it was definitely better than nothing.

Violet grew back to full height, those two ropes of slime growing out of her leg to tend to Brian’s wounds.

“Th… that way… I can hear the sound of water. I know there’s a creek that flows around here. It should lead to town. And I need to drink,” he rasped.

Sliding an arm around his back, Violet helped him to his feet as they ran a deadly three-legged race toward freedom. Out of the top of her head, she sprouted a branch with some big green leaves to try and provide them some camouflage in the forest as the sounds of ominous helicopters beat overhead.

They reached the river after two more grueling hours of travel. It wouldn’t be long before the sun would start to set. They sat by the creekside in relative openness as Violet fashioned a bowl out of her hand and scooped up cold, sweet water for Brian to sip. He gulped deeply in relief and moaned in pain as Violet poured the water over his still bloody wounds.

“I can’t believe this is happening…” Brian choked. “One day ago, we’re just doing lab work. And now we’re being hunted…”

“Oh Brian. It’s all my fault! Why did I… I should have just let them take me!”

“No! They tried to shoot you, and they shot me! Who knows what they would have done to you if you went with them! I hear there are paranaturals being disappeared all over the world, never to be seen again. It’s total madness out there. The world’s gone crazy!”

“Thank you Brian,” Violet whispered as tears trailed down her face.

“Thank you for saving my life,” he wiped them away. They stayed by the creekside and enjoyed a quiet moment of intimacy, during which Violet pulled out her phone.

“Say… I think I have a little service. Let me see…”

Holding the phone in her hand, her arm stretched as she extended it a few extra feet into the air, sending her face after it to peer at the screen by growing her neck. After a bit of circumnavigation, she finally got some reception. Her fingers elongated as well as they flew over her on-screen keyboard. She sent out an SOS to a number she never thought she’d message in her wildest dreams. Then, she sucked herself back up next to Brian.

“What did you do?” he asked.

“I reached out to the only lifeline I could think of,” she answered mysteriously.

“Someone you trust?”

“Someone I’ve never even met before. I just… they say ‘Never meet your heroes’ right? Well, who knows. They’d be a hero if they even showed up.”

“What are you talking about?” Brian continued to pry. But Violet was not forthcoming with more information.

“You know, I feel… surprisingly okay. Let’s get going. I hope your cavalry arrives.”

Unfortunately for the pair, fugitive survival training had not been part of their work experiences. They could hear the crunching of underbrush from the forest, and it was quickly approaching. Being open in the clearing for too long and tending to their wounds had given them away.

“Freeze! We have you surrounded!” A pair of agents in black suits and black sunglasses approached first. Violet could see more heading their way. A helicopter, strangely silent, was flying not far away.

Shit!

“Violet, come on! Let’s go!” Brian climbed to his feet first and tried to drag his precious companion along.

But Violet didn’t move. Brian’s hands experienced some slight resistance as they pushed right through Violet’s body.

“Leave us alone! We didn’t do anything!” Violet screamed as she ran toward the agents, directing attention away from Brian. She wasn’t scared of bullets anymore.

Violet flattened the advancing lead mook easily. He had his gun drawn, but Violet slugged him right in the stomach with both incredible speed and power with a stretchy arm connected to a plenty firm fist. As he bent over in pain, that embedded fist retracted back a little before arching upward, delivering a fierce uppercut to the bottom of his chin. His mouth leaked crimson blood as his eyes went slack, flying high into the air and landing on his back.

She retracted her limbs and began to zig zag back and forth, rubber banding along the terrain with her elongated legs, preparing to unleash another strike on the more dangerous looking fellow in the back. These definitely didn’t look like some regular Intrepid security guards—she needed to be careful.

To her eternal dread, the agent merely scoffed. He began to take off his glove and reached forward with that single bare hand, his fingers in the shape of a claw. Violet kept her eye on the target, making sure to track and try to keep up with whatever trick he was up to. Just a little closer, and she would launch a misdirecting punch with one arm while slipping another to the side and striking him in his flank…

Unfortunately, Violet’s body ceased to obey her commands. She was midstep in her next enormous lateral step when her leg began to turn into pure liquid as she dripped onto the grassy earth. The entire rest of her body followed suit as she lost structural integrity. She tried to scream, but even her throat was melting away.

She was turning back into goo. Her consciousness was trapped inside as that too slowly began to dim. Every single drop of her splashed onto the ground as the world went dark.

The last thing Violet saw was more mercenaries apprehending Brian as they all watched in surprise as Violet melted into a purple puddle.

Chapter 5 - Welcome to New Ireland

The salty breeze and warm sun greeted Violet as she awoke from her hazy stupor. She could feel the individual grains of soft sand melded into her body, which she ejected as she sat up.

“I think she’s back,” a low, almost-robotic female voice echoed.

Violet’s hands sank into her face as she rubbed her eyes. How long… how long had she been out? What had happened? She began to fill in her facial details as her purple clay took proper shape. It was difficult. She felt out of practice. Like her morphing muscles hadn’t been exercised in weeks.

“Violet! Violet! You’re okay!” a familiar voice shouted. This time male.

She shook her hands free of her face as her light lavender eyes appeared. Her cheeks flapped as rolled and craned her neck. It looked both painful and freeing how far she stretched it, and of course there was no sound of cracking bones, though it looked as if her movements should have triggered a whole cacophony of snaps and pops.

“Brian! It’s you! It’s really you! Where are we? I don’t remember anything…”

Brian sobbed as he ran forward to embrace his girlfriend. He fell to his knees and wrapped his arms around her still-coalescing body.

Violet returned the hug but took the opportunity to peer around over his shoulder and gather her bearings. Standing next to them was a deathly pale-skinned figure. Undeniable female. A large purple bolt of lightning seared down her chest as if she’d been branded…

Leila! Leila Electric!

“We’ve been bringing you out to the beach every morning, hoping nature would help revive you. Otherwise, you have your own little beach house not too far up the shore. I’m glad you’re back,” the so-called supervillainess welcomed Violet.

“Leila Electric… you’re Leila…” she gasped in total awe.

“Yes, dear.”

“You saved my life!?”

“Yes, Violet. We got your call. New Ireland will always answer the call for help from paranaturals in need. We should not be treated like animals.”

“Oh thank you thank you thank you!” Violet sobbed. “You’re my hero… and you saved my life…”

“They’ve been so good to me Violet,” Brian confirmed.

“You are welcome to stay here, but my colleagues and I will ask you to contribute to our way of life here. Don’t worry—it won’t be anything life threatening or dramatic, you understand,” Leila continued dispassionately.

“Mm hmm. Yes, yes, I understand, Leila,” Violet nodded without hesitation. What little reservations Brian would have had in his previous life were also not a concern any longer.

“They had you in an OPUS lab under a null field. It took our operatives months to trace you down and free you. We’ve swapped you out with another sample of purple colored nanite lubricant for them to prod and poke. Hopefully it will deceive them a while longer.”

“Months!? I was out for… months!?”

“I’m afraid so, child. But you are with us now. I will have to keep a closer eye on OPUS’s partners like Intrepid, and more importantly, AyersTech. The logistics and technology they used to contain you is… worrisome. Too well practiced, too advanced. Even by my calculation. Some hidden variable I must assess…” Leila drifted off, her eyelids fluttering rapidly as if in REM sleep as her sclera sparked electricity.

A moment later, she was back.

“When you feel ready, you can begin to help New Ireland by giving us any information you have on their dealings. Anything you worked on, anything suspicious, any names and such… that would be helpful. It’s for all of Paranatural good, you understand?”

“Of course, Leila! Anything for you!” Violet agreed.

“Good. Take your time and recover well. I shall speak to you later.”

Then in a burst of electricity, Leila leapt into the wires above and was gone.

“Omgomgomgomg!!!” Violet was about to burst like a giddy schoolgirl. “That was Leila Electric! She… she spoke to me!”

“I know, Violet. I was awestruck too when I first met her,” Brian lied, playing up his excitement a little so as not to deflate his… girlfriend? “You know… the Shard-Strike affected me too. I mean, not close to anything like what it did for you. But I’m stronger now. Tougher too. It’s probably why I didn’t bleed out when we were on the run…”

“Brian! That’s fantastic!” she squeezed him again.

“Hey Violet, so like… are we a couple now?” he blushed.

“Oh Brian!!”

She melted into him just a little bit, her squishy sound distinctly different from the crashing waves on the beach.

“You bet your ass we are.” She looked around the tropical paradise as a woman leapt out of the ocean gracefully like a dolphin, except twenty times farther. The aqua paranatural had a glowing pink crystal shard in her hands.

“I think I’m going to like it here,” Violet smiled.