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“Kristen…”  There was some hesitation in her words.  “I think we should take you to the hospital; something is wrong here.”  The short-haired girl said in a concerned tone.   Zoey also realized they had lingering guests as she turned her head back.  Those two men who were ogling Kristen initially were still standing there and checking out the sweaty bimbo’s assets. “Get lost, NOW.”  She demanded in a dangerous tone.

The boys had enough eye candy for the moment; they weren’t going to sit here and argue.  The two of them were happy they had gotten this much of a show. After some time, both decided to turn their heads forward and walk off; there was no reason to further push their luck.

“N-no, I’m fine!  I just…  I just got heat stroke earlier or something; that’s why I’m still sweating.”  Kristen retorted stubbornly as she continued walking, grunting in annoyance at her friend’s nosiness.  “You’re my friend, not my mom, okay?  Just drop it, thanks.”  The busty dummy could be dismissive like this from time to time.

This kind of bitchiness only happened when Kristen was fed up and probably upset about something.  Zoey could tell that she wasn’t happy with her situation, but further prodding would only lead to an increasing amount of anger.

“Yeah, okay.  I won’t say anything.  I am going to trust that you know your limits and will admit if something is wrong.”  The shorter friend said quietly as she turned her head forward.  There was no point in pushing it. Kristen was an immovable object when it came to these things.  Oozing strange substances was an incredibly abnormal situation, but she couldn't physically make Kristen do something against her will.  To be honest, Zoey didn’t particularly want to make physical contact with the busty female in any way, shape, or form due to the current situation.

While she didn’t want it to show on her face or in her voice, Kristen was more than a bit upset about the predicament she found herself in.  As she moved, this feeling of tightness slowly built throughout her body.  “Ohhh…”  She groaned a little, feeling an odd sensation of her crotch and ass pressing to feel so hard against the denim.  Walking quickly became more difficult, the flesh of her succulent ass straining and spilling out over the waistband.  Is my button going to break off, what is this? She had always been this size, how could her pants get so tight? There had initially been a little bit of thigh pinch from her shorts, but now her supple, tanned skin bulged out from above her waistband and short legs.   With her face red and flustered, she attempted to adjust her shorts; right now she felt like an over-stuffed tube of toothpaste.  The seam of her panties and shorts became wedged within her now very moist slit, filling the blond with humiliation.  “Oh-- oh god…”  She whispered in desperation, trying not to cry out hysterically.

A few people on the opposite side of the street looked over at this strange broad exhibiting lewd behavior.  One of them was an elderly man who frowned and shook his head in disgust.  This naive girl’s clothes looked like they were barely on; her nipples poked out from the tight halter top.  She looked fresh out of a wet tee-shirt contest.

 “Put some god damn clothes on!”  The elder shouted before turning to stomp back away angrily.  What happened to modesty?

Hearing the curmudgeonly barking caused some more people to turn their attention towards Kristen. It was hard to resist human nature when someone thought something strange might be happening in front of them.

“Fucking hell, no!  Don’t look at me!”  Kristen thought to herself as a ripple of anger and humiliation ate away at her. Emotions like this were the last thing she wanted right now; an urge to break down sobbing was beginning to fester.  She turned her body away and tried to hide, feeling very pathetic.  Her shorts and top were straining now, each breast flattened against the tight fabric and oozing fluid.

Zoey became pissed, staring angrily towards the other side of the road. She moved over and stood between the road and Kristen, obscuring the oozing blond from sight. “My friend isn’t feeling good; screw off and leave her alone!” The young lady bellowed, causing the strangers to turn their heads forward and go on their way.

Kristen was grateful for the help but purely focused on easing this horrible chafing. She let out a slight whining sound as she moved her hand down to adjust herself.  The discomfort of clothing riding up became too much; her fingers gripped the moistened fabric of her shorts and fidgeted to dislodge them from her ass and pussy, which were greedily attempting to devour the garment.  While trying to pull, the situation became worse, causing the denim to rub up against her dampened clit. Tiny jolts of pure bliss radiated out from the little nub instantly.  “A-ahhh!”  The woman moaned out suddenly in a raspy, lustful tone.  She leaned against a lamp post desperately, trying to regain her footing.  Orgasmic waves rippled through her pussy and up through her pelvis and torso before starting to die down.

She had experienced plenty of sexual pleasure until this point in her life, which was always concentrated in the vagina, clitoris, and sometimes breasts. But, in this instance, the sensitive nerve endings of orgasmic sensation had spread throughout her lower torso, making every single part of her body into an erogenous zone made for fucking. This nagging thought kept creeping its way into her psyche while she tried fruitlessly to push it back out of her head.

“Aggh…”  Kristen felt as though fluid was being pumped into her body.  Was she becoming a water balloon? “N-- Noo….”  The woman wailed.  Her shorts strained to their limit, tingles of pleasure wracking her insides.  It was too much; the pressure built as the button of her shorts popped off, unceremoniously rolling onto the sidewalk.  Due to her body’s inflation, she didn’t need to worry about her clothes falling off.  While she should have felt horrified, the lovely waves flowing through her had clouded her mind.

This feels so good.

Zoey was doing her best not to get in Kristen’s way, but it was impossible to sit back and be a bystander while her friend went through something horrific.  How the hell did her friend lose a button like that?  She walked over and tried to get a better look.  There was so much moisture;  It wasn’t natural at all, but Zoey had finally conceded to the fact that this really wasn’t something they could go to a hospital for.  As her busty companion moved, it looked like tiny ripples pulsed through her body.  Kristen was beginning to secrete that purple-pink fluid more clearly; It didn’t take much thinking to realize something paranormal was happening.  If they brought her to the hospital, what would the doctors say or do?  Wracking her brain with these thoughts wasn’t helping; Zoey needed to do something.  This dumb ho may have been a bit of an idiot, but she was her idiot.

“The next bus isn’t for thirty minutes. I’m going to call an Uber, okay?”  The brown-haired girl said in a gentle voice, doing her best to get her heart rate and breathing under control. Zoey pulled out a phone and managed to request a driver after failing to put in her PIN three times due to how shaky her hands were.

A tangible sense of fear built inside of Kristen.  The viscous secretions had penetrated every inch of clothing on her body; everything now glued to her voluptuous frame.  A few tears fell from her face as she continued walking forward.  Each step she took gave her this bizarre sensation of being wrung out.  Unlike sweat, it felt like liquid was being forced from her body with pressure; comparing it to a sponge getting squeezed of all liquid might be apt.  Her ass had grown quite far in size, each cheek sticking out from the short legs.  At this point, walking had become difficult, and each step caused her bubble butt to wobble like a Jell-O mold.   Kristen’s left foot descended and made contact with the ground.  Once she put the weight of her body down, an intense tingling pushed its way up through the bottom of her foot and began to travel up her body.  The feeling was weak for a moment, but it continued to build and ripple, causing her entire leg to spasm.

 “N-no…  It…  It won’t stop, oh g-god….”  She pleaded desperately with a shaky, high-pitch tone.

 Even after the woman stopped walking and leaned against the side of a building, the fuzziness continued to pulse through the core of her leg; it felt like she was going to cum herself.  All the while, her expanding tits caused a noticeable ripping sound within her top, the seams unraveling just a little.  Her nipples were so sensitive, havng them pressed to the fabric to this extent caused maddening jolts of electricity to ravage her chest.

 “A-ahhh…”  Kristen placed her hands on the building’s side and arched her back and ass out.  She tilted her head up with her eyes closed and continued to let out small, labored moans and mewing sounds.

 It felt similar to the recovery period after a night of top-tier sex; how the fuck was any of this possible?  A slimy and hot sensation bubbled up through her thighs before penetrating her pelvis, causing her vulva to twitch and throb as if she was enjoying some rather lovely foreplay.

Zoey rushed over to Kristen but hesitated to do anything.   The busty woman made noises while moving over to the wall; how would anyone react to a person in this state?  What was anyone supposed to do in a situation like this?  Would these secretions infect or poison her if she touched them?  Maybe it didn’t even matter since she had already touched her oozing companion just a few minutes prior.  All of these thoughts and concerns were plaguing Zoey’s mind right now.

“H-hey, you’re going to be okay!  Don’t push yourself if it hurts to move.”  She moved her hand out to comfort her friend but hesitated before they touched.

“P-please make it stop…  I don’t want to feel like this; I can’t make it go away.  Fuck, no!”  Kristen wailed as the tears began to stream down her face, which was now the same purple-pink color as the goop she was covered in.  Every time any part of her body made physical contact with something else, those tiny orgasmic bombs would appear immediately and start cascading into an overwhelming cacophony of pleasure.  These pulses were becoming more severe and were beginning to travel more entirely through the entirety of Kristen’s lustful, female body.  Her shorts were starting to feel even tighter, the moist fabric gripping and squeezing her thighs and butt with reckless abandon.  Her round, perky ass contours were completely eating the poor denim shorts as purple-pink slime dripped down her legs.

The smaller woman trembled  a little, feeling a visceral sense of fear in her gut.  An even deeper pang of dread erupted within her, sending a chill down her spine while she resisted the urge to panic.  God damn, this was really bad.  Zoey began to run some ideas for fixing this situation through her head, combing her thoughts for a solution that likely didn’t exist.  It was difficult being entirely helpless to take care of someone you were so close with.  Acting anxious or scared wasn’t going to help right now.  She reached over to take Kristen’s hand, repressing a visceral urge to shudder and withdraw from the slimy texture.  Despite this, Zoey held on tightly and started pulling her groaning friend towards a nearby storefront for clothing.  It was hard to ignore the looks they were getting from the civilians passing by.   This wasn’t great; it would be best if they could prevent curious eyes from staring at them.

An older gentleman with a nice suit walked down the street as he turned his eyes towards Kristen, expecting to get some eye candy.  Upon noticing her body was completely soaked and mildly discolored, his eyes bulged a little.  This sensual vixen glistened with fluid and made desperate little moaning sounds while her ass and hips trembled.  It didn’t take much effort to notice her engorged labia outlined through the soaking jean shorts, yearning to be set free from their confines.  Can those even be called shorts?

Zoey frowned, turning her head to stare daggers into this man.  She did not want to deal with this right now; how many fucking times was she going to have to defend her dear friend today?

“Look forward, keep walking.  My friend isn’t feeling well.”  The woman said in an almost dangerous tone.  If looks could kill, the police would be showing up soon for a homicide arrest.

The man was startled when he saw this girl’s fierce gaze; something told him that it was a bad idea to push it.  His eyes turned forward as he walked briskly, doing his best to get away from this scene as quickly as possible.  Maybe this had been some strange voyeurism fetish for a couple of lesbians.

Zoey sighed, closing her eyes tightly as she tried to calm herself.  The two of them had made it to the shop that the shorter woman had been eyeing.  “Stay right here; I’m going to get you something to cover yourself with.”  The woman said in a reassuring tone, putting a hand on her friend’s shoulder and smiling softly. Then, after a moment of hesitation towards abandoning her dear friend, she stepped away and entered the shop.

While the brown-haired woman hastily searched for some proper clothes within the store, Kristen stayed outside and let out pathetic sobs.  Her hands moved up to cover her face in humiliation as her body continued to twitch and spasm; the slimy secretions were trickling out of Kristen like a leaky faucet.  This whole day had been a mistake if only the dumb female hadn’t tried to manipulate Reginald into getting free wares.

 “W-why is this h-happening to...  A-ahhh..”  Kristen parted her sultry, full lips and let out a raspy howl.

The slimy blonde moaned and cried at the same time; despite all of her efforts, she just couldn't make it stop.  While her breasts engorged with fluid, they strained more forcefully against the moistened halter top, causing further tearing up the sides of her top.  Her perky and erect nipples burned and pulsed against her will.  She moved her shaking hands up to her breasts to pull some of the fabric away, yearning for any sense of relief.   After making physical contact with her areolas, the pleasure immediately boiled over.  Previously, the euphoria and sensitive feelings built slowly and left her without too much of a struggle.  This time, each hardened point was immediately ravaged with an intense, orgasmic sensation, as if the nerve endings from her clit spawned inside of her breasts.

"Oh wow." The sexual being thought to herself.

That stimulation felt so good that her thoughts of concern were getting smoothed over, becoming fuzzier.  Wasn’t she supposed to be upset?  Why couldn't she feel the correct emotions?  It was almost a shame that women typically couldn't experience anything this erotic and sensual.  Without reason, Kristen stood up straight and moved her delicate hands up to her chest.  Her heart rate picked up as a feeling of anticipation and excitement overcame her.  Finally, she moved her trembling fingers down and pinched her nipples.

"O-ooooh!"  Shrill, feminine noises escaped the woman’s lips as she lost herself in intoxication.

Both erect nubs flared up with an almost unbearable explosion of heavenly bliss.  They tingled and throbbed, secreting viscous slime as Kristen whimpered and experienced tiny jolts of electricity coursing through every cell of her being.  Her engorged clit pulsed in response, causing the female's knees to buckle.  She could hardly stand right now; every tiny pulse of heat in her breast became mirrored by an equivalent throb of buttery warmth between her legs.  That veil of mist in her head withdrew slowly, leaving clarity as she began to comprehend what she was doing to herself.  She couldn’t just accept what was happening.

“N-NOO!!”  Kristen cried out with a mournful wail, feeling she had lost total control of her body and emotions.

She put her arms out against the wall of the building to keep herself upright as each of her swollen tits visibly spasmed and pulsed from the waves of euphoria rippling through them.  Kristen’s nipples lactated suddenly, squirting out more purple-pink slime into the fabric as they throbbed; the pressure from this uncontrollable spraying was causing it to spritz through the material and onto the walls in front of her.  These lewd, all-consuming sensations caused Kristen to shudder with weakness.  She staggered forward and clutched the wall as her massive tits pressed against the hard surface.  Liquid began spurting out from her mounds due to the pressure applied from the weight of her body.  The pleasurable waves transformed into a torrent of almost painful pulses that forced their way through her chest.

"Y-Yes…"  The lusty woman purred as she gripped the wall with her hands and slid down to her knees.

Upon reaching the ground, Kristen adjusted herself and sat facing the street.  There was a vague, cloudy feeling swirling in her head, making it challenging to feel appropriately worried.  The wet female slid her left hand up to her swollen breast and started to squeeze it slowly between her fingers.  A burning and intense euphoria spread through her body while her tit writhed and sprayed more fluid through her shirt.  It hurt, but it felt so fucking good. An even more intense sensation of terror wrapped itself around Kristen soon after.  Giving into these new feelings might lead her to ruin.

"I can't like this…  Fuck, please no more,"  The woman choked out in horror, putting her hands over her face as she sobbed in humiliation.

Zoey came back out of the clothing store with a yellow rain jacket.  She had seen something like this in an anime once; this might help. It didn’t take long to notice that her friend was still making lewd and terrified noises while beginning to slump against the wall. It was evident that Kristen was starting to lose her mind a little.

“Hey! Come on, let’s have you put this on, okay?” Zoey walked over and helped Kristen up despite the slime, doing her best to get the raincoat onto her;  the slipperiness made this a rather tricky task.

The smaller woman started adjusting Kristen’s arms and found herself wincing from the texture while her friend was slipping out of her grasp. Finally, after failing for a couple of minutes, she managed to get her whimpering and convulsing friend’s arms through the sleeves and pulled the raincoat on.  While this happened, Zoey felt her body grow cold with unease; her taller friend’s body had this odd jiggling quality. Any movements were causing little ripples to go through the slippery slut’s entire body like a stone thrown into a pond.  How were her ass and tits so huge now?  Her top was starting to rip, so the poor blond’s modesty was being taken away almost completely.

  Their driver, Juan, had finally pulled up by the side of the road, arriving in a black sedan. If they were getting into someone’s car, they should minimize the amount of mess they would make inside it. The smaller woman sure as hell wouldn’t be happy if someone did that to her vehicle after all. Zoey took her noisy companion’s hand and took her over to the car carefully, exchanging pleasantries with the driver before helping her friend into the back. After giving the address, the vehicle started to head off in the right direction.  The small female let out a sigh and rested back against the seat with her eyes closed. Getting home was the only thing on her mind right now.

The middle-aged Hispanic male driving the vehicle glanced up at the rear-view mirror and saw the young lady wearing a raincoat. It looked like her body was trembling; was she sick? There hadn’t been a single cloud in the sky today, so the coat seemed to be unnecessary as well.

“So, uhh… Pardon me if I am prying, but why are you wearing that raincoat? Is it a fashion thing?” Juan asked in a curious voice before turning his eyes back to the road.

“Oh! We had a super busy day, and my friend got super, super sweaty after getting a bit of heatstroke.  We didn’t want to get your car all dirty.” Zoey said with a slight laugh, acting like it was no big deal.

 Maybe if she made light of the situation, their driver would just ignore them for the duration of the drive.  At the very least, this answer seemed to satiate Juan, who mumbled an acknowledgment of their response and decided to just keep to himself.

Kristen was doing her best to keep her wits together.  While she was utterly still like this, the intoxicating sensations of bliss died back down to a dull and tingly throb.  After taking a few moments to calm down and collect herself, the well-lubricated female raised an arm weakly and turned her eyes to look at it.  Was it her imagination, or was the leaking finally slowing down?   With some of her uneasiness alleviated, she almost started to relax just a little. Instead, the moistened woman sat back in complete silence and felt her worries from the day begin to grow fuzzier and less precise. Kristen tried to reach out and grasp some of those concerns so she could ruminate on them more, but they disintegrated into dust and blew away into the wind.  Weren’t these problems tangible just a few minutes ago? Where did they go?

“I feel pretty good right now; why was I freaking out?”  For some strange reason, her inner voice sounded different.

 The seductress usually imagined her voice in her head, but it almost felt like someone else was thinking for her, and these new thoughts were becoming her own. Of course, something like that wasn’t possible, right?  The woman let out another sigh, feeling glad that her wildly beating heart had finally started to slow.  Thoughts of what she could do when she got home began creeping through her brain.  Even though the last hour had been horrifying, it was getting hard to think negatively.

“Let’s watch a bad movie when we get home…”  Kristen mumbled to Zoey as her voice trailed off while her head turned to stare out the window blankly.

Zoey had been lost within her thoughts, pushing her hands down to straighten out the skirt of her sundress while contemplating the strange day they had.  Hearing her friend finally speak jolted her back to reality as she looked back over at her companion.  There was a mild sense of relief as she noticed that the liquid production seemed to have slowed down measurably.  There were also less awful noises coming from women, which had to mean something positive, right?

“Yeah, of course!  Maybe we’ll put on The Room again since it doesn’t require much brain function to appreciate.”  The feathery-haired female laughed slightly, smiling as she attempted to create some positive vibes.  “Let’s not do the drinking game this time, though, for the sake of our livers and sanity.”

The smaller woman thought about how utterly insane the day had been and came to the realization that trying to unwind was a necessity.  “I’m going to listen to music; just touch my leg or arm if you need anything,” Zoey said to her slippery friend as she put the earbuds in and closed her eyes.

The two sat in silence for a little while, the faint sounds of the car on the road creating a somewhat peaceful and hypnotic white noise.  Kristen stared out the window with her eyes half-closed, peering out at the businesses and pedestrians as they went by.  Maybe she had imagined all of the strange things that happened to her just a short while ago; it didn’t make much sense that any of this could be remotely possible.  As the large-chested one relaxed more, her heart rate dropped further and further.  The intense drumming under her breasts started winding down, becoming a faint echo; any remaining remnant of those rhythmic beating sounds had finally waned. While Kristen put herself at ease, there was also a new, abnormal sensation building within her.

Juan looked up from the road and glanced up at the rear-view mirror.  A perplexed expression spread across his face as he noticed the passenger in the raincoat’s skin changing color, becoming a more vibrant magenta.  That couldn’t be right, could it?  The male’s eyes bugged out a little as he noticed her arms starting to lose their shape.  The closest comparison he could draw was that one time he had stuck an action figure in the oven as a child and watched it gradually deform, all of its limbs being warped and made saggy by the heat.

“Fuck, I took those shrooms three days ago.”  Thought the driver as he began to sweat a little.  He could now see that his friend Pedro hadn’t lied about getting the excellent stock in.

“What is that?”  The harlot thought to herself, realizing that the sounds around her started becoming a little muffled.

 Did she get water in her ears from sweating?  Kristen adjusted her head and tilted it slowly from side to side.  After doing this for a moment, it became apparent that there was no liquid trapped in her head. So why was her hearing getting messed up if that was the case?  While attempting to think more critically about her situation, a strange emotion came to her; it was as if someone were cradling her in a warm embrace and trying to calm her like a mother would her child.  A type of unconditional love meant to ease one’s mind and soul.

“It’s okay; we should relax.”  Who was “we?” and why had these thoughts echoed through her head like this?

 The voice inside of her had become even more foreign to Kristen.  Regardless, the calming vibes came back once more.  A strange feeling of flowing water began within the woman’s toes and started washing upward through her body at a slow pace. It was comparable to having too much liquid in your stomach and feeling it shift.  After a moment, a noticeable movement of fluid build-up through her legs instead of one particular organ.

“Ahhh…”  The whorish one let out a deep sigh of decompression, feeling the relaxation consume her.

Little ripples of warmth sloshed within Kristen and worked their way up both legs before hitting her pelvis.  After some time, she realized she couldn’t hear her heartbeat any longer.  Upon listening for that familiar pulse, she heard something akin to the inside of someone’s stomach settling.  The pain and bodily aches disappeared and gradually became replaced with warm, fuzzy tingling.  She could a wave of aqueous pleasure penetrate every inch of her feminine form as a haze of tranquility overcame the tanned nymph; her mind was no longer able to hold onto any of the day’s stress.  The aquatic feelings gradually amplified, becoming something far more bizarre.  Kristen opened her eyes slowly and looked down at her hand. It seemed normal for a moment but slowly began to stretch out in every direction; it almost seemed like an illusion but became unmistakable after watching intently for a little while. It was as if it were melting into a puddle.  Something like this would have usually been upsetting, but the new zen-like state she was in prevented any sort of freak out.  Positivity allowed the female to remain calm enough to observe the change further.  Within her toes, an identical phenomenon appeared; she could feel her feet collapsing and seeping outward into the rug below her.  The sensation of Kristen’s skin touching the coarse fabric of the car's interior made her shudder while her flesh oozed out onto the surfaces around her.  Everything could be felt. The amorphous woman was now aware of the temperature and texture of this vehicle's insides.

Cold sweat dripped from the driver’s face upon noticing the woman behind him losing her form.  The evening sun coming in through the window had a strange effect, similar to shining a light into murky water.  Vibrations from the uneven road traveled up through the sultry vixen’s body, causing it to give off a slight, shaky wobble; it was as if she was made of gelatin.

“Fuck…”  Juan mumbled, turning his eyes back to the road immediately.  He just needed to get through this last ride.  You got this, just focus.  

Kristen felt her insides shift and move around as the car rolled onto a road that had not been maintained well.  Upon moving her arm, a concerning lack of body control became apparent; the limb began to bend inhumanly halfway up the forearm and then flopped back onto the seat with a firm jiggle.  Wasn’t she supposed to have bones?  Bewildered, the slut stared at the rubbery appendage with a stupefied gaze.  A part of Kristen wished she cared more about what was happening; the lack of heart rate or adrenaline was warping her ability to think clearly.  As this occurred, a warm, pleasant tingling gently caressed her insides.  Each tiny tremor from the vehicle caused an increasingly pleasurable jolt to ravage the woman’s changing form.

“Relax. Enjoy this.”  That nagging internal voice echoed as Kristen began to let out a low, whimpering sound.  As her gelatinous insides were shaken from the moving vehicle, tiny explosions of creamy bliss detonated throughout her body.  Concentrated, orgasmic waves gradually intensified and radiated out from seemingly random points within the woman’s form.  As they grew in intensity, the euphoric spasms began colliding with one another.

Sanity took hold through the veil of eroticism while Kristen tried to push that voice away.  It took every ounce of her willpower not to give in to her impending climax.  Fear and humiliation once again tormented the poor girl’s brain.  She tried to move her limbs and stop the orgasmic waves somehow, but her boneless limbs simply wobbled and flopped in protest.  Kristen’s brain began to cycle through all of the men she had manipulated recently with her tight, fertile body.  Upon following this thought train, a realization hit her.  If she hadn’t tried to control Reginald, none of this would have happened.

“N-NO!!!  P-please make this stop! I--I am sorry!”   The woman started to sob as primal terror wracked the harlot’s mind.  But it was too late; the orgasmic bursts were too overwhelming to repress any longer.

“Ahhh!!”  Kristen moaned out in ecstasy from these new eruptions of pleasure, her rationality fading away once more.

It was a far stronger sensation than anything else she had felt this evening; these colliding orgasms caused the affected points on her body to bubble and erupt with little bursts of goo.  Each climax caused fluid to squirt out just as her breasts had been doing earlier this evening.  The raincoat caught most of it; however, the sticky pink-purple had nothing to hold it back when small liquid bursts spritzed out from her arms and neck and coated the car’s interior.  Concurrently, her nipples reacted in kind and began spraying even harder against the rubber garment.

The goo assaulted Zoey, who let out a gasp and pulled her earbuds out.  Upon seeing Kristen’s body engaging in that horrific display, her eyes widened as a hand moved up to cover her mouth.

A gasp escaped from the driver’s lips as liquid splattered all the way onto his rearview mirror.  Juan swerved the car for a moment out of shock before stopping; thankfully, they had reached their destination.

“What the fuck!  What is this!?”  The man demanded, turning his face back with a look of bewilderment.

 Quiet moans escaped from Kristen as small spots on her body continued to spasm and twitch; she was still recovering in the afterglow.  It was evident that she had not paid attention to anything around her; the woman laid with her head back and eyes closed.  Previously, she would have screamed internally over this. Currently, she was in too much of a stupor to argue with these good feelings.

Noticing the drab, gray exterior of an apartment building signaled to Zoey that they were at their destination.  Excellent, she could get her friend back into their home now.  The young woman moved her hands down to her purse shakily and fished twenty dollars from her wallet, and dropped it in the front seat.  All the while, Juan was muttering and cursing under his breath.

“Sorry about my friend’s sweat!  Here’s an extra tip for the trouble.”  Zoey opened the car door and went around to the other side to begin helping Kristen out of the vehicle.

 Thunderous drumming wracked the shorter girl’s chest while she did her best to remain calm and composed; this ordeal of a day had been trying.  Trickling sweat beaded on Zoey's forehead as she struggled to get this bustier one out of her chair; it was like trying to lift up and carry a giant human-shaped water balloon.  Terror resonated through the brown-haired one as she began to feel all that bravery crumbling.  Humans could only tolerate so much trauma before starting to break down.

The driver pondered his options and considered that freaking out might be wrong since those shrooms could still be warping his brain to an extent.  Taking the twenty and leaving was going to be the best option.

“Yeah, whatever.  Just leave me a five-star review, okay?”  Juan demanded, calling out to the two girls.  Upon getting them out of his car, he sped away into the night; a loud screeching of tires could be heard echoing through the air.

Getting Kristen out of the vehicle proved to be arduous.  The tramp’s body felt like a squishy mess, forcing Zoey to hoist the viscous one onto her own back; as this happened, a tiny, breathy gasp escaped from the bustier woman’s succulent lips.  Ripples coursed their way through Kristen, her whole body writhing and trembling upon her more petite friend’s back. The sensation of dripping and oozing over her caused a shiver of repulsion in Zoey.  Summoning her courage, she walked carefully towards their apartment, feeling thankful that the darkening sky made it difficult for others to see them.  Living on the first floor was the only saving grace; the stairs sounded rather scary.

“We’re almost there; please hold out just a little longer.”  Said Zoey in a weak tone.  Both of them were at their limits by this point.

Slime dripped out onto the ground behind the two, leaving a wet trail in their wake.  The smaller woman grimaced beneath the weight of her companion, every step getting them closer to their front door.  Each time Zoey’s foot hit the ground, Kristen uttered a lewd howl; tiny geysers once again erupted from the whore’s body and plastered the surroundings with a thick, purple-pink film.

“Why would something that feels so good be wrong?” The voice in her head echoed, attempting to guide the buxom babe towards acceptance.

Kristen felt the erotic waves crash into each other, her entire body becoming one massive sex organ.   The fog began clearing within her head, allowing clear thoughts to creep their way back in. “N-no…”  The woman whined with a tone of desperation, feeling trapped and rattled.

Her mind had woken up, and she realized something awful was happening; there was no heartbeat, she wasn’t even breathing.  She could feel that her insides were liquid; everything about Kirsten’s form had become inhuman.  How the fuck did this happen?  This couldn’t be real; this had to be a horrible nightmare.  While attempting to move her limbs,  they started to raise up before falling back against Zoey with an unceremonious slapping sound.

“W-we’re here!”  The petite young woman exclaimed with a shaky tone, pulling her keys from her purse.

It took a couple of tries for her to get the key in properly before the door finally swung open, and Zoey staggered into the two-bedroom apartment the young women shared together.  A combination of anime merchandise, cute pokemon, and more feminine decor adorned the walls around them.  Secretions saturated the carpet as the translucent woman was escorted back to her room.  Finally, Zoey was able to flop Kristen onto her bed.  The shorter girl’s whole body trembled as she sat down on the bed, pants of exhaustion escaping from her lips.  Dragging her friend back to their apartment on top of the mental stress had been incredibly taxing; some food and a nap would have customarily sounded good right about now.

“At least we have plastic bed liners already because of Mewshi.”  The shorter woman mused out loud, recalling the couple of accidents their cat had in the last few months.  No amount of leaking would ruin the mattress.

“P-please don’t let her take control… “  Kristen choked out desperately, screaming internally as she tried to repress these nagging thoughts that told her to just accept the transformation.

Zoey laid back on the king-sized bed that her sexy companion insisted on owning.  Ragged, labored breaths left the young lady’s mouth.  Her friend’s plea did register, but the emotional bandwidth required for responding wasn’t quite there.   To say the trials of the day had been stressful would be an understatement.  She desperately wished to erase everything from her mind and to go back in time just a few hours; why couldn’t this nightmare of an evening be undone?  If that backalley had been avoided, none of this would have happened.  Zoey laid in silence for a few minutes while the quiet hum of air conditioning caressed her soft, pale skin.  Being willfully ignorant would have been easier, but the tenacious woman understood a horrible reality that needed addressing.  Her head turned toward Kristen, peering over at the swollen women’s form with fatigued eyes.  The bimbo’s flesh had become completely purple-pink, her hair and all of her features had become the same color as well.  As Zoey watched, the last ends of Kristen’s lush blond hair had smoothed over into the same color and texture as the rest of her body.  Most striking was the fact that the buxom woman’s entire body had become see-through, enabling the brown-haired girl to peer through Kristen’s murky form.  A nearby lamp shined, causing the taller woman’s body to shimmer and reflect the light.

“Zoey…  It all feels so good, I…  I am scared…  Please make the good feelings stop.”  Kristen moaned and whimpered simultaneously.  Tears streamed down from the woman’s eyes, which were the same solid mass of translucent goo as the rest of her.  “My…  My breasts hurt; please get this shirt off…  My nipples are so raw. Get this off of me.”  The female pleaded pathetically as her tits spasmed and oozed into the red halter top.

“Kristen, we--”  Zoey began to talk when an icy surge struck and drove its way down the resilient woman’s spine.  Something was wrong.

Shadows within their apartment grew larger as all sources of light began to dim.  The air around them became slightly distorted and gained a thick, humid quality; that same primal fear from the backalley had been recreated once again within a place that should have been a safe haven for the girls.  Panic gripped Zoey as she stood up suddenly upon shaky legs and staggered out of the bedroom.  She attempted to remain calm and collected, ignoring that the air density and shadows were intensifying.

“What’s going on!?  Is someone there??”  Zoey demanded out loud, walking forward as her eyes darted back and forth across the room.

 Small tremors ripped through the young woman, a mental breakdown brewing amongst the awful reality of her day.  Tears splattered upon the carpet, prompting the girl to raise an arm to start wiping some away the tears.  There was no time to rest, however; a loud humming sound ripped through the air as the front door’s knob turned slowly and clicked open.  Billows of pitch-black smoke wafted up from under the door and through the cracks.  Closer inspection showed an incredibly bizarre quality to this substance; the black haze seemed to reflect stars in the night sky.  It was as if looking through this inky blackness was a portal to the universe itself.

Zoey staggered backward in sheer terror and slumped down against the wall.  “N-no… “  This couldn’t be happening; quiet sobs began filling the apartment.  Her hands shot up and covered her face. She could feel who it was; he followed them home; how could she let something like this happen?

A muscular hand collapsed the inside of the door as it was slowly pushed open.  A male face peered in with a cold, unfeeling expression; an unmistakable handlebar mustache plastered across this man’s upper lip.  Reginald’s face contorted into a toothy grin, the same black smoke also pouring out from his mouth and into the room.  Two small voids filled each eye socket, providing another glimpse into a strange night sky.

Behind Reginald was a colorful and vibrant nebula, surrounded by various celestial bodies.  The gaseous substance that encroached into the apartment slowly appeared to be a window into the universe itself.

After taking a couple steps forward, the store clerk closed the door behind him and turned his empty sockets toward the broken girl.  “I’m glad to see you two made it home safely!  I thought you might have a few questions for me.”

This night of pure dread had only just begun; this night would soon prove to change both of their lives forever.

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