Chapter XVII
At work the next day, Cecelia was content to perform her duties in her regular form, contrasting the burning desire to shapeshift she experienced the day before. She was replacing a blower motor when she realized just how comfortable she was in her own skin. Her face was soft and inviting, her peachy lips concealing a smile that radiated brighter than the sun. Her hair was smooth, low-maintenance, and yet it shone like gold. Her muscles were hidden by a little fat, but while that was true, her full, endowed curves could stoke the envy of any woman.
She began absentmindedly twisting and stretching her flesh whenever she found herself with a free hand. It was a relieving feeling for Cecelia, knowing she could do this without fear of being caught. If she wanted, she figured, she could slip into disguise as a tool, paint on the unfinished wall, or even a pull for the chain connected to the above light if she were careful enough. Her cute, soft, malleable body quivered, her cheeks flushing red. Cecelia was such a capable metamorph!
When she eventually left the last job of the day, Cecelia decided to get creative in how she’d get home. Taking her seat behind the wheel, her legs stuck together and began pumping out a current of fleshy goo, akin to what would happen if the floodgates at a dam were opened. The sludge collected into a puddle in the footwell, and once she deemed the puddle was a sufficient size, it solidified into a quadrupedal creature that crawled onto the dashboard above the brake and accelerator pedals. Anchoring itself using the gaps between plastic panels, it latched in place with two of its legs, the other two stretching into specialized arms with rubber feet. When Cecelia would need to actuate the throttle and brakes, the two arms would swing into action.
Not bothering to un-fuse her human legs, or squeeze out more slime for that matter, Cecelia simply opted to pull her breasts clean off her torso, one in each hand. She rubbed the one in her right hand all along the column-mounted gearshift, up and down the wide stalk in its entirety. As she did, her tit softened and simplified into a black syrup mirroring the color of the gear lever. The syrup restructuring, it wrapped around the stick with deathly tautness to render it indistinguishable from a GMC part, but not without invading the steering column first to create a hydraulic muscle capable of manipulating the gear selection. When all was done, Cecelia’s face showed a nervous, but no less intrigued, smirk.
Next, she rubbed her other putty pillow into the gap between the steering wheel’s airbag cover and the column case. The doughy material arced around the rod inside the casing, mainly around its pivot. Like with the hidden gearshift apparatus, this created another muscle, one that could turn the steering wheel. Turning on the car to test her autopilot system, Cecelia only found one flaw: the wheel could only turn about forty-five degrees to either side. Fingers to chin, she eventually chose to keep the setup as is and only activate the autopilot on the highway.
Cecelia felt like an airplane taxiing to the runway as she drove a smooth forty miles per hour leading up to the interstate onramp. Actively keeping her emotions in check, she merged into her lane and accelerated to just above seventy with her foot on the floor; she wanted to practice driving her truck with her three gooey control systems. After a minute, she took her hands off the steering wheel and merged from the right lane to the middle, then from the middle back to the right another half-mile later. Cecelia’s smile brightened the cabin she sat in; she was so proud of herself! “Teslas are for wimps.”
Gliding back into the center lane, the talented shapeshifter began her final challenge. A sigh of bliss escaped her as gray, slimy beads flowed onto the surface of her skin like sweat. They trickled down her body, and as they did they gained volume, with some differentiating to a blacker shade. The following drops were ever-larger until her entire form was overtaken by the sticky fluid. Suddenly she recoiled backward to slam herself into her chair, instantly surrounding its upper half and extruding her phone and wallet in the process. She pulled herself so taut that any air bubbles, creases, or stretch marks hadn’t the chance to appear. After several rapid cycles of thinning and tightening, Cecelia rendered herself invisible where she sat. The unnoticeable seatback cover was in complete command of its vehicle.
A short, stringy arm unfastened the seat belt adjacent to it after a tiny black eyelid opened between the seatback and the headrest. The arm took hold of the stray belongings on the lower half of the chair, accurately tossing them into the driver door’s map pocket before retracting into nonexistence. Cecelia realized she had lost some speed, so she hit the gas with one of her pseudopods and cruised right past the exit leading home. Today would be a day for the road.
Cecelia loves her ability to hide in plain sight, though it’s debatable how comfortable she currently is given how tightly she's wrapped around the seatback.