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Rated: GC · Interactive · Adult · #2192395
A tale of wishes gone wrong, lust, and growth.
This choice: "I can warp my whole body like I can with my boobs"  •  Go Back...
Chapter #5

Our heroine becomes a horror

    by: RoyalJelly Author IconMail Icon
Candi glanced up at the cabin. Bruce hadn't come out, which meant that he either was running in terror, rubbing his last two brain cells together to parse out what was going on, or rubbing something much more enjoyable. Either way, she was gonna have to back in there.

This of course raised a logistical problem. While the mountains of magic silicone beneath her were the greatest thing that ever happened to her, they weren't exactly subtle or maneuverable. That was sort of their point, yes, but if she tried to leap back into the cabin, she'd probably crush through the floor. Fun, yes, but that could come later. Right now she needed an easier way of getting around.

You could always-- said the voice in her head, but Candi had leapt into action.

"i can warp my whole body like I can warp my boobs," she typed, "Like, I can redistribute my mass however I want."

--well shit. You're way easier to work with than the last two people to try me out.

Candi felt a sudden pop from within her tits, and the cold began to spread throughout her body, leaving a tickling numbness in its wake. Against her better judgment, Candi giggled, idly running a hand between her legs. The ensuing warmth of the silicone becoming one with her body erupted within her, and she gasped as her eyes crossed and her toes curled. She regained her composure. Time to test this out. She glanced at her hand, and willed it to change. A smile crossed her lips as her fingers and nails grew longer into a manicured claw. With another idle thought, the skin on the back of her hand rippled, and a few tendrils of flesh emerged like long, tentacular fingers.She touched two of them together, and they merged, forming a soft, curving loop. She licked her bulbous lips, willing her hand back to normal. She pumped a few milliliters more mass into her lips, sealing her mouth shut; she was practically salivating in anticipation and didn't want this moment ruined by a strand of absent-minded drool. Oh yes, this was a game-changer. She moved her mass from her breasts upwards, sending some into her neck as she lengthened herself towards the cabin, moving like a snake made of silly putty.

Bruce was still in there, blankly staring at the floor. "Hubby," she said, an evil grin crossing her lips, "I told you to come out to the deck." Bruce eyes widened, his bulging muscles tensed as though waiting for permission from his brain to run. In an instant, Candi shifted her mass upwards from her breasts, through the long tendrils of her body, and into the cabin, recreating her former shape standing in the middle of the pentagram. She took a step towards him, and he started. He could probably see the strands of flesh connecting her to the rest of her mass outside. "It's okay, honey," she said, trying to keep her intent from entering her voice. It's not like she was gonna hurt him, but good lord did she feel a swelling of malevolent anticipation within her...wherever her heart would be in her body right now. "It's okay, just come here." Nothing. Candi rolled her eyes. "Ah well, looks like you need a moment to reboot. Let me help!" Her torso surged outwards, wrapping around Bruce's body in an instant. He gasped.

"Wh...what?!"

"Oh good," giggled Candi, "you can still talk. Let's see if you can after this!" She some of her mass into the part of her torso that was wrapped around her husband, stretching it upwards like a fleshy zentai suit over his body. As it engulfed his head, she willed some porousness into it. Smothering her man was fun, sure, but not when it would kill him. She moved more of her mass from her breasts outside into her husband's prison, adding layer after layer of her magic flesh around him. She stretched her neck out to the other side of the room, watching as the pink mass grew as spherical as her old implants. Within seconds, she had moved herself entirely back into the cabin, leaving Bruce engulfed in tons of warm, squishy glory and dragging the laptop back inside. Couldn't have that go missing. Candi wondered if Bruce really appreciated what she could do for him right now. She guessed she could find out. She retracted her neck back towards the rest of her body, shivering in jiggly delight as she felt her head merge with the rest of herself. She fumbled around inside herself, locating the struggling mass of Bruce's body. She opened up a cavity around his upper half, leaving his limbs restrained, while she dragged the laptop in to shine some light within her. She willed her head, arms and shoulders into being just in front of Bruce's restrained form. He struggled against her, sending little ripples of ecstasy through her body. She drew herself upwards a bit, showing him a line of cleavage running from her sternum into the base of the fleshy cavern. The laptop shone its sterile light on Bruce. From his perspective, he must have felt like he was trapped up to his waist in a cave made of warm, jiggling flesh, with Candi's canyon-like cleavage leading upwards to her as it emerged from the floor.

"Like, hi!" she giggled. "Looks like I've got an even better body than I thought!"

"What the fuck," said Bruce. "What the fuck is happening?!"

"Oh, Brucie," whined Candi, "Don't say that you're mad at me! I did this for you! Think of all the fun we could have!"

"Fun?! What fu--" Candi leaned in, her lips expanding to the thickness of beer cans, and kissed him. She poured mass into her tongue as it explored his mouth and then his throat. He could feel him choking, so she paused, enjoying the moment, and then withdrew her tongue and mouth. His face was slick with lip gloss.

"So that's what getting deep throated feels like. I see why you liked it!"

"Wh...what are you going to do to me?!" demanded Bruce. Candi shook her head.

"Oh Bruce," she said, tinging her Valley-Girl act with heavy doses of faux-concern, "I'm so disappointed! I really thought you were gonna like the new me!" Candi paused, pursing her lips and swelling them ever so slightly. "But then again, I haven't really done anything for you with it." She nodded and smiled, her sincerity terrifying Bruce more than her faux-dumb menace. "Okay! I know what I can do! I can give you the tittyfuck of a lifetime!" Bruce nearly smiled, and Candi took that as all the consent she needed. She surged her mass forward again, closing the cavern around Bruce and plunging him into soft, warm, perfume-scented darkness. She poured her mass into his clothes, ripping them off as she caressed every inch of his skin. She poured tendrils of herself down his throat, taking care not to set off his gag reflex. She thought for a moment and opened a cavity within herself for her computer and face.

"Bruce's body is an inferior model of mine," she typed with tentacles of flesh trailing from the ceiling, "It doesn't have any icky biological processes going on in it--" she paused "-- aside from getting hard and cumming. Also, he can't change his body like I can but he can be stretched and squeezed by something other than himself. And it doesn't hurt." She nodded, closed the laptop, and filled in her cavity, leaving her husband and computer immobilized in a skintight prison of softness. There. Now for the fun to begin.

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The fear-driven spark of rationality in Bruce's brain had shut down once again. He was trapped in his wife's...breasts? Ass? Body in general? Who knew. It was covering every inch of him, leaving him blind and trapped in soft, warm flesh. Were it not for the fact that he knew he was at the mercy of his wife, who had somehow turned herself into some kind of blob monster, it would have been nice. But, as it were--

Bruce felt cold and numb. It soaked through his body like autumn rain, but in an instant was gone.

It was then that things got worse. Candi's body shut forward into his mouth and nose, filling them up and shooting down his throat. Behind him...oh god she was going up there too. He could feel her flesh pouring up and down through his GI tract. Bruce wondered what would happen to the Taco Bell he had eaten this morning as the two appendages met and fused within him, but didn't have time to finish that thought. Suddenly, Candi's flesh began to pull and squeeze at his cock and swell within his body. Pulse after aching pulse of pleasure swelled within him as he felt his dick stretch and his body swell and contract with each motion of his wife's amorphous form. He struggled, more in overwhelmed ecstasy than fear, and arched his back, his body futilely struggling against his prison of flesh and silicone. He could feel himself needing to cum, but Candi had pillowy vicegrip on his member, keeping him locked into his desperate need. He kicked and struggled and tried to scream, but couldn't. He couldn't move, he couldn't cum, he couldn't take this anymore. He needed release in so many different ways. His vision began to fade as his mind shut down from shock, horror, and torturous pleasure, when in an instant he came, spurting into the eternal sea of his wife's body. In spite of himself, he smiled.

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Candi withdrew himself from her husband, incorporating his cum into herself as she did so. Another teaspoon of growth couldn't hurt.

She formed her body on one end of the room, warping the rest of her mass around behind her, and eased herself down. She looked down at Bruce as she sat on her colossal ass like a queen on a jiggling, truck sized throne.

"Well, honey?" she asked, "What did you think?"

"I...I can't believe...oh god," he gasped. He struggled to pull himself upwards, but his limbs were still limp.

"I'm glad to hear that!" Candi said as she clapped and giggled. "What now?"

"I...I think that..."

Bruce rolled over...
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