Edge Case (goo BDSM TFTG)
"Wait, I can fix it!" she said. And then she made it worse.
Summary:
"Wait, I can fix it!" she said. And then she made it worse.
Story:
SPECIAL DISCLAIMER
This story is written as erotic fantasy. In case it needs to be said, don't attempt anything depicted herein. Call this warning paranoid if you like. Know that it's done out of concern.
But that's enough of the heavy stuff.
Upon some bus seat or waiting room coffee table, there was once left a magazine, with an article.
Good stuff, if you liked learning about torture.
Gently described, of course. Enhanced interrogation, they said. Dust on that term was getting a tad thick by the point the article was written.
Leading the article was time. Overseers messed with time. Light changes, playing with meal times. Even making the clocks go slower.
There was no way to be sure, but it was just possible that the exact same person was also responsible for the behaviour of the average office wall clock, at any point after 2:30 on a Friday afternoon.
And, of course, for the room the man was in.
The clock said he still had fifteen minutes before the session Started. When it was five. It had to be five.
And it wasn't like he could check his watch.
A few more minutes allegedly ticked by.
And someone moved in the hall, outside the door.
He tried not to smile. Finally.
The woman who opened the door and walked in was young, and pretty. Her hair was in a nice, professional bun, her black pencil skirt and white shirt were also office-drone chic, complete with turned up cuffs on her half-sleeves, and-
-and those were not standard boots.
They hit her at calf-high. Four, maybe six-inch heels. Thick soles. Black leather. Cute little silver studs up the side.
They looked good on her.
So did everything else.
Even the tablet she held.
"Hello." She smiled, in a kind of controlled, professional way. "Are you sitting comfortably?"
"No."
"Then let's begin." She looked down at the tablet. "We met earlier. Your servicer is on her way, just a little late. Is that okay?"
"That's...fine," he said. "Not like I had a dinner date."
"I'd just like to double-check a few details, while we're waiting. Is that okay with you?"
"Yes."
That smile again, but wider. "Perfect!"
She crossed the room, knelt to look at his legs, and arms. Reached out, made sure all the cuffs were secure, and the chain was securely fastened to the floor.
She looked up at him. "How are your shoulders? Some of our clients have reported issues."
He rolled them. "They're fine."
"Good. That's good." She stood up from her crouch. A little wobbly.
She walked back to the center of the room, and looked at her tablet. "I have your name down here as Carlos Ferrera. Is that right?"
He nodded.
"Mind if I walk? It helps me think."
"Go right ahead."
She went right ahead. Or, more accurately, from side to side.
The skirt really looked good on her.
Especially with the boots.
"Your greenlight is "hyperkinetic", and your redlight is 'La Brea'?"
"Mmm-hm."
"Are you aware that your experience may leave you with limited vocal capabilities, and Slick International Personal Services technicians must monitor your brainwaves to serve you effectively?"
"I am aware, and I consent."
"Recording does not begin until just before the start of the session." She stopped, and pointed a finger at the camera on the wall. "When it does, a red light will go on."
"Mmm-hm. What type of shoes are those?"
The woman froze, and turned to him. Were he eyes a little wider? "Wh-what do you mean?"
Carlos shrugged. As much as he could.
"You weren't wearing those earlier. Coulda changed for lunch and had to run in here, but I doubt it."
The woman licked her lips. Her eyes flicked to the camera, back to Carlos. She stepped a little closer, and lowered her voice. "What do you think?"
"I think someone's wearing mommy's shoes. I think those are the boots I specifically requested. I think you wanted to know what it felt like. Just once." He smiled.
She stared at him.
He kept smiling.
Her shoulders slumped. "...What do you want?"
Carlos said nothing.
"Please-" She swallowed. "Please don't tell them."
Carlos said nothing.
"Please. I mean it. I'll do-I'll do anything." She took two steps toward him. "I really need this job."
"You didn't just take it for the dental, did you?"
She flinched, and looked away. "...Not entirely."
She turned her back on him, and started to walk away. Her arms, and the tablet, were clutched tight to her chest. "You don't know what it's like. You want to, you want to do things, impossible things, but they're, y'know, impossible. But one day..."
"One day, you hear a rumor." Whoops. Was that out loud?
The woman stopped, turned around, and smiled. "Yes! Exactly! One day you hear a rumor! And it can't be real. It just can't."
She walked back to him, knelt, and looked him dead in the eyes. "And what do you do next?"
"You keep digging."
"You keep digging!" She put both hands on his knees. Didn't even seem to notice. "Maybe you tell yourself you were trying to prove it wrong. Maybe just tell yourself it's a little hot. But it's just a fantasy. It's not real."
Her smile got a little sharper. "Maybe you even fooled yourself. For a while. Until-"
"Until you end up here."
She nodded. "Until you end up here."
Silence, for a while. Until she looked down, realized what she was doing, blushed, stood up quickly, nearly fell over, and took a few steps back.
"S-sorry."
"No, it's all right." He smiled. "All part of the service, right?"
"Yeah."
"...You smell nice." And there goes my mouth again.
She just stared at him.
He looked at her.
She looked down.
And muttered, "So do you."
There was another silence. But this one was rather different from the others.
"I can't."
He said nothing.
"I'll-I'll get fired. I'm not even supposed to - I shouldn't even be here." she took a step back, toward the door.
He said nothing.
"Even if I tried, they'd they'd know." She glanced at the camera again.
"Unless-"
She froze. almost said, Unless what?, but the words never made it out.
He looked her in the eye.
And then slowly, very slowly, he looked at her boots.
It took her a moment, then she blinked. "What? No, I'm not trained for that! I could hurt you!"
He jingled the chain.
"I mean, hurt you too much! Besides, what happens if I go too far! I think the techs would notice if you were...spent."
Carlos nodded. "Good point."
"Good."
"Good."
Silence.
Then the penny dropped, again. "How would I even-"
"You said it yourself."
She looked down at the tablet. Swiped a few times. "Oh. Oh, I see. Brainwaves"
"All you need to do...is not go too far."
She didn't look up from the tablet. just stood there.
Carlos leaned forward.
And barely, just barely, saw how she bit her lip.
She exhaled, hard and long, and looked up. "It'll have to be quick."
"Got it."
"You'll have to walk me through it."
"Right."
"I've...I've never done anything like this before."
"Okay."
"Right."
A pause.
"So...how would I start?"
"Well, I'd drop the boxers first."
"Okay. Do you want, like, dirty talk?"
"Not this time. Let's just get physical."
"Right. Okay." She reached for her temple - maybe to push her hair back, or for some glasses she wasn't wearing - and walked forward, until she was right in front of him. She bent over.
"Should I, like, use my hands?"
"Well, I sure can't."
"I could use my teeth. Or-"
She straightens up, and smiles. "Hang on a second."
A few taps on the tablet, a second of staring, and she steps back. Raises her right foot. And plants it on Carlos' knee.
"Think your aim's off."
"D-did I give you permission to speak?" She pressed down with the heel, and tapped one more time.
And the boot shifted.
The sole slimmed first, until it was about as thick as your average pair of pumps. But the toe didn't stay round. It tapered toward a point that was past business, past date night, and directly into the realm of concealed carry.
Except it was anything but concealed.
Quite the opposite.
The heel didn't thin.
Vertically, at least.
In fact, it gained an extra inch, and turned into-
"A stiletto," Carlos muttered. "Clever girl."
She blushed. "Th-thanks." She put one hand on his shoulder, smiled, and leaned in. "Say 'when'."
The point of the boot dug into his knee. Hard. Hard enough to start tingling. And then to go numb.
The woman's smile was starting to look a little worried.
He looked her in her eyes, and said "Hyperkinetic."
She flinched. "Um." Checked something on the tablet. "Oh. Are you sure?"
"Hyperkinetic."
She stared at him for a few more seconds.
Then she looked down at her shoe.
Then she stepped down.
Carlos watched her foot go, until she was flat on the ground. Well, half-flat. Little wobbly.
"What's wrong?"
"I can't...I can't do this." She took a step back. "I'm not comfortable."
Carlos' eyes flicked to the clock. And when they flicked back, her eyes were just flicking to the corner of the tablet screen.
"This was a mistake. I have to-" She lifted her left foot, changed it to match, and put it down. "I have to go." She turned, and went for the door.
"Wait, I just-"
She paused at the door, didn't turn around. "Sorry."
"What if you didn't go all the way?"
She didn't turn around, didn't say a word, but she was still standing there.
"What if you just...warmed me up?"
She muttered something.
"Sorry, I didn't ca-"
"With my feet."
"Yes. With your feet. Or...did you want to use anything else?"
A pause.
"...Maybe one thing."
She turned around, went to the cupboard in the corner, and pulled out a-
"Is that a walker?"
"Yes." She walked over, planted it in front of him, and firmly grasped it. Did something on her tablet, then hung it off the walker. "Are you ready?"
Oh, that was good. She was getting into it.
She reached up with her right leg, and rested her heel on the front of the chair. The toe was about an inch away from, well, him.
"Are you sure?"
Carlos' heart spiked. A bit. He smiled at her. "Yes."
"Good boy."
Then she lifted her foot, and bought it down on Carlos' bare stomach. The sole pressed into his skin.
Which is precisely when he noticed the spikes that ran down the back, down the heel.
Spikes that caught the waistline of Carlos' boxers.
And pulled them down.
Her eyebrows went up, and her mouth fell open a little. Then she got back into character, shut it with a little click, and reduced the raised eyebrows to raised eyebrow.
"Hm," she said. Like she wasn't impressed.
She planted the arch - more of a triangle - of her boot on the edge of the seat, and leaned in. Barely wobbled at all.
She carefully maneuvered her toe underneath, and pushed up.
Carlos' breath caught in his throat.
"I-I'm...not impressed. Is this the best you can do?"
"It's what I was born with. More or less."
She sighed, and squeezed her nose. "Not the size. This-"
Another push.
"-state. It seems to me that you should be...more interested."
"I can't get any harder. Not without my hands free."
"That will never do."
Was that a fake British accent? Adorable.
She lifted her foot, and bought it down directly on the main event.
"Yes, that's better - wh - why are you looking at me like that, what's wrong?"
Carlos sighed. "Time out."
She blinked, and put her foot down. Didn't look at him. "Did I...?"
"Look, this is my fault. It's...it's a technique issue. Let me show you. Try that again."
The SIPS employee nodded, and put her foot back.
"See," Carlos explained, "you don't go full throttle, right out the gate."
"That's horses."
"Point is, you gotta scale up. Tease, pressure, tease, pressure."
She nodded again. "Okay. Like th-"
They both froze.
Staring down at her boot.
Most of it.
"Is that-?"
She nodded. "Yeah."
"Can you pull it out?"
"I-I hope so. Sorry."
"Okay, I want you - I want you to be very careful, okay?"
She nodded, got a good grip on the walker, and pulled.
"It's...it's stuck."
"Excuse me?"
"It's stuck!"
"Okay." Carlos took a deep breath. "Okay. Let me think. Let me think. Can you...can you reprogram the boot?"
"Sure, let me just get the tablet-"
She twisted, reached for the tablet-
"Ow!"
"Sorry!"
"It's okay. It's okay." He muttered something under his breath. In Spanish. "Can you get the boot off?"
"I-"
"No pun intended."
She looked up, saw his smile, and smiled back. Just less so.
"I'll try."
"Good girl."
"That's my line."
He snorted.
"Ready?"
"Ready."
Very, very carefully, she leaned forward. Got one hand around the ankle. Pushed.
And fell right on her rear.
And the walker.
Ow.
She rubbed her butt, remembered, and looked at her shoe.
Most of it.
She winced, and looked at Carlos' crotch.
And the little black bit that was sticking out of him.
And she thought, How did I make it worse?
She swallowed, once. "I can fix this."
"K-"
"No, wait, wait! I can, I can fix this! Let em just find the- there!" She scrabbled for the tablet, and pulled it loose. "I just need to find the-"
"Ke-"
"It has to be in here, somewhere. Readings, setitngs, no — there has to be a reset — that's a lot of purple — I can turn it off and on a-"
"Kelly!"
Kelly looked up.
"...Oh."
The thing coming out of the end of Carlos' dick was...familiar. Kelly had seen pictures of things like it. On certain websites. Websites that promised they wouldn't put their real name on your credit card statement.
Kelly blinked a few times.
It was still there.
Kelly's mouth was open.
She shut it, and rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand.
It was still there. Big, black, shiny.
"Kelly?" Carlos asked, so calmly that he had to be extremely upset.
"Mmm?"
"I think we should call for help."
Kelly's mouth was open again. She shut it, again, and stood up. Eventually.
She looked Carlos in the eye, said "Sorry," and wobbled toward the door.
Reached for it.
This is the point where one would expect Carlos to relax. With any luck, his (sexy) ordeal would soon be over. In fact, you'd expect him to start wondering about a refund.
And then you might notice that Kelly hasn't opened the door.
That she was, in fact, frozen with her hand on the knob.
"...Kelly?"
Kelly turned around, with a funny look on her face, and stepped a little closer to Carlos.
"Kelly, no."
Closer still. "I was just thinking-"
"No!"
Kelly semi-shrugged, and didn't quite look Carlos in the eye. "-it's a pink slip either way, isn't it?"
"One way is a lot safer! For everyone! Just go and-"
"Look." Kelly stepped over the collapsed walker, and stood right in front of Carlos. "If you don't want this, all you have to do is say so."
"La Br-Ow! Get off my foot!"
"Oops. Sorry."
"You're still on it."
"Sorry." She got off it.
"La Brea."
"Okay, okay, sheesh." She took a step back, glanced at his crotch. Then his face. Then back at his crotch.
And she didn't look away.
"Kelly-"
"Did you notice it?"
Were her eyes a little wider? No, she just narrowed them.
"The patterns?"
He looked down. "What patterns?"
She leaned over.
"K-"
"I'm not gonna touch it. I'm just taking a look." She pushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear, and rolled her eyes up at him.
"You are not smiling."
"Told you, I'm just looking. At the patterns."
She swayed a little. Might've been the stilettos.
"...Nice patterns. They're like, they're like...something..."
She swayed again, and steadied herself.
And then she inhaled, and before Carlos could tell her not to do anything stupid for the millionth time, blew out.
Or rather, down.
"How does it feel? Scale of 1 to 10."
Carlos glared at her, opened his mouth, shut it again, and sighed. "...Eight. Eight and a half."
"Hmm." She blew again, harder. Got her finger so close to the protrusion he could've sworn he felt the heat. "How about now?"
"Ni-This is a bad idea!"
"Okay, okay! Sheesh, you don't have to yell." She pulled her hand away, straightened up, and turned around.
Carlos rela—Wait. What was she doing with her skirt?
She was hitching it up, as it happened.
She bent over. Was more...flexible than one might expect, especially considering she was doing it wearing heel.
She reached for the walker without kneeling. Set up again, hung the tablet on it. Stepped back. Reached back, traced her hand up Carlos' thigh.
He shivered.
When she got his junk, she grabbed a hold of the main attraction, and pulled it up. Slid it up her crack, until it was caught between her butt and the skirt.
And nothing else.
And she whispered, "You're not the only one without underwear."
Carlos stared at her. One might imagine he was thinking She couldn't-
And he would be correct.
"Just kidding," she said, and stood up.
Except she couldn't.
Kelly's eyes went very, very wide.
She tried again. And failed agin.
"...Let's just...not panic, all right? Maybe I need to, I dunno, pull harder?"
"I don't think that's-"
She tried again. Carlos' back arched, and he sucked in, sharply. "Nnn!"
"Sorry! Sorry! Is it hurting you?"
"N-no." He tried to smile. "The exact opposite."
She froze. Looked over her shoulder. Tugged at her skirt.
"...Oh."
"Kelly?" Carlos said. "I can feel it."
"Huh?"
"I can-" He took a deep breath. "I can feel it in me. And I can feel it. I can feel you. Why aren't you wearing underwear?"
"I was...it was part of the vibe, y'know?" She looked down at the floor. "I...wanted to see if you'd notice."
Carlos stayed quiet for a second. "Well, I did. Just not the usual way."
Kelly snorted.
Then Carlos said, "Are you ready?"
She nodded. "I'm ready."
"Go."
She took a deep breath, leaned forward, and tried to take a step. Still stuck. And then something occured to Carlos.
"Wait, Kelly, you can just take off the-"
She braced on the arms of the chair, and pulled again. This time, she got a lot farther. The end of the cock slipped to the end of her shirt. She was almost free!
And then she slipped.
And landed in Carlos' lap.
Carlos grunted.
Kelly blinked. "What? What just-"
"You slipped."
Kelly looked over her shoulder. "No. Not that."
"What do you mean?
"Um..." Kelly bit her lip.
And then wriggled.
Carlos looked down, with his eyes very wide. "Oh."
"Yeah."
"Oh."
"Yeah."
Carlos swallowed. Hard. "Can you...get up?"
"...Should I?"
"If you want to wait until someone comes along-"
"No. I mean-" She took a deep breath. "-it might be, y'know, stimulating."
"Oh."
"Yeah."
"Like I was saying, you could've just...unzipped the skirt."
Kelly frowned.
Then winced.
Then - with a sigh - she palmed her face.
"You okay there?"
"No. Apparently I'm an idiot. Mentally-impaired."
"I've heard that before."
Kelly opened up her fingers, looked at Carlos with one eye. "In a situation like this?"
"Sometimes. Though I'm not usually the one in the chair."
Kelly laughed a little. "I'm gonna try again. Ready?"
"Hyperkinetic."
She nodded, braced, and pushed up.
And immediately sat back down.
"Kelly?"
"Just...just give me a second." She still faced away from him. Breathed heavily. Didn't let go of the arms of the chair.
"You okay?"
"I...I don't know. I think you're..leaking."
Leaking?
"Into me."
Carlos used a word his grandmother had when she saw what he did to her favorite vase. "Are you...changing?"
"Maybe. You're stuck. In me."
"Kelly, I'm-"
"What if it takes?"
"What?"
"What if I get pregnant? Or, or, or, can't get pregnant?" She still breathed heavily. And now, faster and faster. "I-I-I need to get-"
She pushed herself up again. Slammed down even harder.
"Kelly, you're pan—"
"No, I'm not! I'm not! I just need-" Another thrust. She looked down at her front, eyes wide. "I can feel it in there!"
"Ke-"
"It's getting bigger!" Another pull. Her knuckles were white."I can feel it!"
One more pull. As hard and as far as she could go.
Something shifted inside her.
She kept her arms straight, as long and hard as she could. Pushed with her legs, too.
Until the boots slipped again, and she slammed right back into Carlos' lap.
And then two buttons hit the floor, bounced, slid, and stayed put.
Kelly stared at them.
Very familiar buttons.
She looked down.
At her chest.
And swallowed.
Her chest was...wrong.
Most of it.
It was a dark color, the same color as the thing coming out of Carlos' cock, the thing stuck in her. The thing that was - she wasn't sure, but - was big enough now to visibly poke at her chest from the inside.
The pressure was there, but there was less of it. Like her shirt had been squeezing her as she-
She traced a hand up her front, over the little dent where her belly button had been. Over the bulge - shivered - and all the way to the top of the...discoloration.
Which was about halfway up her breasts.
Which seemed a little bigger than they had been that morning.
She felt a little dizzy. Maybe that was where the pressure went.
She might've thought, This can't be-
Or, It's impossible-
Or, It doesn't just-
But the only thing she actually said was, "Where's my bra?"
"Seriously? That's your priority?"
"No, I mean-"
She tried to pull off the "corset". It wasn't moving. It was...it was part of her. She could feel it on her. She could feel through it, like it was her-
"...Skin." she murmured. And shivered.
"Huh? What about skin?"
"I mean—" She tried to lift her open shirt, failed. "I mean I'm supposed to have straps, right here! But - it's like my shirt is stuck to them!
"What happened to your sleeves?"
Her short sleeves, with the cuffs above elbow, seemed to have slipped below the elbow. And gotten a little tighter.
As she tried to pull them back up - and failed to get a good grip - some hair fell over her face. Her bun was coming loose. Great.
Her collar was still in place. And tighter. The fabric between her neck and shoulders was shifting, or melting, or following her sleeves, or maybe D. all of the above.
Whatever was going on, her shoulders were exposed.
And she was pretty sure the goosebumps weren't just from the cold air.
Something was happening to her sleeves. Lines. Horizontal lines. Like stitching, or ribs, or borders.
Much like that puffy shirt from Seinfeld.
But a lot sexier.
She let her head drop, until she could see similar lines on the sides of her chest. And an unbiased observer may have noticed how she didn't look up, and seen the sag of her shoulders, and, perhaps, correctly guessed the next words she would whisper.
"I really screwed it up this time, didn't I?"
"Kelly?" Carlos said, in a voice that sounded slightly odd.
"Nothing. It's nothing." She smoothed down the front of her skirt. Which was already pretty smooth. In fact, it was kind of...joining with the dark area of her chest. It was hard to tell where the skirt stopped and the chest started.
Not so much at the bottom.
Her skirt was kind of...melting? And dripping down her legs.
Toward the boots.
She looked up, and out, and reached for the tablet. It was just a little too far away.
She bit her lip. "Okay. We'll just...sit tight. Someone...someone will come along."
She patted Carlos on the leg, and he wriggled underneath her.
She almost looked at him. Almost.
But she didn't want to.
And from the two soft lumps pressing into her back, and the feeling of his lap under her, it wouldn't exactly be hard to guess.
"Kelly?"
She didn't look. His voice sounded funny.
He said "Ke-"
A gurgling sound. She stiffened. Which moved something inside her.
She bit her lip.
A normal person, at this point, would probably tell herself she doesn't like it.
Kelly stared at the floor, and said, "Someone will notice I'm gone. And the boots. And the tablet. Maybe..."
She shrugged.
"Maybe they can ping it or something."
She lifted her hands up, stared at them.
Or, rather, the thing that used to be her shirt, which covered her hands. The basement air was cool on her bare shoulders, and upper chest.
Kinda like an off-the-shoulder dress, with long straps from her chest to her collar.
Her collar.
She touched her throat. Hard to feel, with hands encased, but her collar felt...slick.
...Of course it did.
Cool air on her hips. The join between her skirt and chest-shirt had split open, just at the bottom of the side panels.
And then Carlos moved.
He set his feet. A wide stance.
"Carlos?" Kelly asked. "What are you do—"
Carlos thrust.
Kelly's eyes went wide. She opened her mouth, and tried to yell for help, despite the soundproofing.
Carlos thrust into her. Again.
Her stomach flipped. She tried to stabilize herself, scrabbled for the armrests, looked down for the armrests-
The section over her hands were darker.
She grit her teeth, opened up, tried again.
Another thrust. This one hard enough to knock her into the air.
Now the section over her wrists. But not as dark as her hands.
Thrust.
Elbows. Was it more translucent? This had to-
"Stop!"
And Carlos stopped. Froze, really, mid-thrust.
And so did Kelly.
She held her breath, in the manner of one waiting for the other shoe to drop.
Speaking of.
"...Let me down."
Carlos untensed, under her. Until he was sitting normally. Kelly tried to take deep breaths, until she was calm enough to look down at herself.
The same darkening had happened on the sides of her chest. Dark, opaque panels at the bottom, leading to clear, light panels at the top.
She ran her hands over
(herself)
the coating. It was strange. It felt like clothing - skintight clothing - but she could feel through it.
Like it was part of her.
And there was this - this pressure, in her chest.
She pushed her chest. Squishy. She tilted her head, squinted.
If the light was at the right angle, could almost see into it.
She shook her head. Some of her hair fell into her eyes. She let it.
Something that might been a smile flickered across her face.
She grabbed the arms of chair, pushed up.
Then let herself fall.
Shock rippled through her. Pressure built.
She pushed herself up, and let herself fall. Again.
More shocks. Stronger. Deeper. More hair fell. Limp and heavy.
And her chest bulges.
Thrust. Fall. Shock. Bulge.
Thrust. Fall. Shock. Bulge.
One more thrust.
One more fall.
One more shock.
And her chest bulged, one last time.
Stretched.
Tore.
And her cock flops into her lap.
She took a few seconds. Stared down at it, and panted. Let her arms relax, and slumped back onto Carlos.
He's probably bigger than me.
She giggled. Sounded a little crazy, a little hysterical.
But it was a crazy kinda day.
She reached down, wrapped her right hand around it, shivered, and pulled it up.
It was made of the same goo that covered her. Most of her. Not human shaped. Not human sized. It would hit her—
She pulled it closer.
—hit her somewhere near the top of her chest. Bit under her collarbone. And if she took a look at it at the right angle—
She squeezed it. Felt the object inside.
—she could see Carlos' cock - cocks? - inside hers.
Wow.
She ran her hands on her head, and thought for a moment. Maybe it would help with that lightheaded—
Wait.
My hair.
It felt...strange. Thick. Wet.
She thought for a second.
Dug her fingers in.
And pulled down. Smeared her gooey hair over her face. Over her eyes. A big, dark, and most importantly wet mass.
She smiled. A rather sharp smile.
Then she looked at her legs. At the complete lack of any gap between the skirt and the boots.
Which were clearly made for stomping.
Oh look, missing heel's back.
And a laugh bubbled up from her belly, through her throat, and exploded from her mouth, into the world. Shook her and Carlos. Sent little...sensations through her.
For a while.
She wasn't a contortionist. She wasn't particularly graceful. Well, not that morning. But she managed to spin around without...disengaging.
And looked Carlos in the eye.
Not that either of them had eyes anymore.
There...wasn't much of him left to see.
Every inch of him was covered by the dark stuff. His head was a smooth blob, that looked like a half finished clay sculpture of a human head. Just... shinier.
His shoulders were a lot slimmer than they had been when they met. His waist was ridiculously narrow, and if a normal observer squinted, they might have been able to see faint lines that resembled the ribs of a corset.
His hips were now so wide they strained against the arms of the chair. His chest was...less dramatic, but still a showstopper on any fashion runway in the world.
Or OnlyFans account.
Of course-
Kelly looked down. At what lay between them.
-there might have been some slight complications.
She reached out, grabbed his head, turned it left and right. Good. He looked good. And-
How did she look?
Kelly closed her eyes - so to speak - and *focused*. On Carlos. On what she could feel of him -
And then, she was in him. Feeling exactly what he felt. How he saw her.
So to speak.
Her hips weren't as wide as his. But her chest was bigger. Of course, she had a head start.
It was impossible to tell where her boots ended and where her pants - if that was the word - began. Unless you looked for the semi translucent side panels. Which darkened and became opaque, and more squared off as they ran up her hips.
Or you noticed that the boots still had the silver studs.
The inhuman monster coming out of her terminated at a point roughly between both their collar bones. It looked a lot like the thing that came out of Carlos.
Just bigger.
Much bigger.
The darkness still went up from it, up the center of her chest. The crescent-shaped cutouts were still on her hips. The panels still ran up her side, down her arms, covered her hands in opaque darkness.
The straps still went diagonally up her chest, past her bare shoulders, over her collarbone, to the high collar that covered most of her neck.
There was a stud where it attached. A trail of studs led to the top.
And her face-
She waved a hand between them, just for fun.
She didn't have a face anymore.
Not a full one.
She'd walked in that morning with a neat, professional bun. She still had the bun, but her hair had rather more...volume. It looked more like heavy dreadlocks, if dreadlocks could be made of a dark, tar-like substance that dripped down her face.
What was left of it.
A few lanky strands fell across her cheek. She didn't much care. Maybe they'd make her cheekbones look good.
Her nose was visible, but her eyes were just dents, covered by darkness that faded away when it hit her cheeks.
Like some background anime character. Or a male main character in hentai, anonymized for the viewer to project onto.
Though the teeth would be a bit of an issue.
Kelly leaned in, so Carlos could get a good look at her. She turned her head to he could get her good side.
And he thought she didn't have any bad sides.
Kelly blinked.
Beautiful.
Shining darkness.
Kelly smiled. And purred, "Oh, honey, I had no idea you were such a poet!"
Carlos said nothing.
She hadn't given him permission.
Wouldn't it be nice if he could see her seeing him—?
Which meant she saw him seeing her seeing him.
Which meant he saw her she saw him seeing her seeing hi-
She escaped that particular 20 GOTO 10 loop before it caused an overflow error, and slumped against him. She took deep breaths. Deep calming breaths.
Not that she strictly needed to, anymore.
"Okay," she said. "Okay."
She enjoyed the sensations of things rubbing on other things for a second or two, then pushed herself up.
She didn't let go of Carlos' shoulders. She just stabilized herself. Ran her hand across his shoulders, up his neck, along his jawline, up to his ears-
And forward.
Until her fingertips met under his nose, where his philtrum would be.
If he had a mouth, instead of a dent.
Kelly smiled.
Then she pressed her thumbs into the middle of the dent, and drew a line across his face.
And up at the corners.
So when his mouth opened, it was in the biggest, pointiest smile you ever saw.
Which Kelly immediately filled.
When she broke away, when she un-dug her fingers into Carlos' back, both of them were panting.
She gave him a minute or two to recover. Okay, she needed it too.
Ain't we a pair?
She smiled at him. At his trembles. He was so eager, wasn't he?
Time for the main event.
She planted her feet on the floor behind him. If extruding tentacles and tendrils counted as "planting feet".
And she reached up.
And grasped the side of his head.
And touched the top of his head with one finger.
And pressed down.
And forward.
Carlos tried to look up. Until he realized what — and who — she was holding in her other hand.
And his tongue - his long tongue with the darkness at the tip - licked his lips.
Once.
His lips closed around their combined shafts, and she kept pressing, until it hit something, until it was as far down as it could go.
She gave herself a second for that delicious shudder to run through her. Then she leaned in.
Close to the bump where Carlos' ear had been.
And whispered a single word.
"Hyperkinetic."
And then she sat back.
Smiled.
And enjoyed the ride.
-Q-
After that, after they were done, after Kelly decanted Carlos, they sat with their backs against the nearest wall, and enjoyed each other's company.
More than they had been.
Carlos wanted to say something.
"Permission granted," Kelly said, and leaned on his shoulder.
"Wow."
"Thank you."
Another few seconds of silence.
"We really needed that rehearsal."
"I know, right? I was so nervous."
"What? You were spectacular!"
"You're just saying that because I have root access."
"No, I mean it. Seriously, I mean it. Kelly, look at me."
She sat up, and looked at him. He put his hands on her shoulders.
"I don't think I've ever heard of a client who wanted to roleplay as one of us."
"Really?" She leaned in a little. "Do I get a free t-shirt? A little badge? A comped room?"
"And that improv was...Wow."
Kelly would've blushed, if her cheeks were visible. "Did you like it?" she said, shyly. Remarkably shyly, for a woman who could barely be seen over her cock.
Which twitched.
Carlos nodded."How did you...?"
Kelly bit her lip. "I just...I just thought...have you ever seen Breaking Bad?"
"Until Mike shows up. It's on My List."
Kelly smiled. "It's old enough to drive."
"It's on My List."
"Okay, well. You know how the people in the show could just cut their losses, fold, and walk away, but they double down instead? And then things go wrong?"
"Do you have an English degree?"
"Yes. So when Kelly - not me Kelly, my character Kelly - could've left, that was the moment she came back to have a little fun."
"And that was the point of no return. Poetic irony."
"I think that's just regular ironic. Doncha think?"
"I think Damien was real quick on the trigger." Carlos looked at the camera, and waved. With one finger.
Kelly waved at the camera. More conventionally. "Thanks, Damien."
Carlos squeezed her a little tighter. "Your notes were very detailed. Most clients need a little guidance. Sometimes they're embarrassed. But this..."
He waved a hand at the room.
"...This whole scenario. And the alternate paths. And the-" He ran a hand down her side. "-the concept art-"
"Glad you like it. That commission was expensive."
"Heh. Heck, the company might want to license some of your ideas."
"Stop."
"No, seriously! Have you ever considered contract work? I know gig work has a rep, but-"
"...I'll think about it." This time, she squeezed Carlos. Below the waist. "Is that how they got you?"
"It's a long story."
"I paid for the whole weekend. I'm gonna use the whole weekend."
Pause.
"...You really hiring?
"Always."
"Mmm." Kelly thought for a second. "You get dental?"
"Edge Case"
2025 Eulalie "Nequ" Quentin
CC 2025 By-SA
Feel free to create art or stories based on this. Including commissions. Just give credit, preferably with a link.
Notes:
I've decided to take the bold, political stance of "torture is bad". Controversial, I know, but I want to punch up truth to power.
I think this is the first time in any of my Slick International Cinematic Universe stories that we actually see any kind of SI facility. Or one of their transformation products/services that was not dark, sinister, and involuntary.
Inspirations include, but aren't limited to;
-Kill La Kill
-Janet Jackson's "Doesn't Really Matter" music video. Specifically, the morphing shoe bit. Which has apparently been lurking in the back of my mind for a quarter-century.
-That one scene in Casino Royale (2007)
- That one scene in Thor 3 where Hela makes her headdress out of thin hair. Except in this case, the pointy bits are on the other side of the head.
-Vala from Stargate. Specifically her original outfit.
-the Breaking Bad televisual universe. And the analysis videos. And TVtropes recap pages.
-Rex Splode from Invincible. Specifically, his costume.
-When I noticed my tendency to write similar dominant, snarky, in-control female characters transforming people, and decided to write a "dominant" female character who's incompetent and impulsive and the main one being transformed.
Oh, wait, I already did that in Toni Gets Latexed:
Plus, I wanted to write a dude "topping from the bottom", as it were.
Yes, it's AI art, and I usually dislike that. But a) putting it in a walled garden with clear signs on the gate is pretty much the best way to use AI art, and b) I once wrote a story based on a bump on my butt.
And I only used it as inspiration for the head, when I already had the story outlined and most of the character design locked down.
I'm like Quentin Tarantino. But with less money, swearing, and feet.
...Wait.
- (subconsciously?) The Black Cat club stories, which you can find here, near the bottom. I inspired one of their stories, and eventually art, so this is technically coming full circle.
-[Serathin's Renzyl Inc. stories, if I'm remembering it correctly.](https//www.furaffinity.net/gallery/serathin/folder/547084/Renzyl).
If you've been willing to stick around this long, the lack of an April Fools joke is probably bugging you.
Please write down the first letter of every sentence, starting from the Special Disclaimer.
You'll know when to stop.
It's an older meme, but it checks out.
Also, try rereading the story with the knowledge that the usual TF story cliches and contrivances are all contrivances in-universe.
I didn't have an opening lyric because of the April Fool's joke. But if I did, here were the candidates;
-Kelly Rowland, Commander
-Dresden Dolls, Coin-Operated Boy
-Duran Duran, Girls on Film
-Burnin' for You · Blue Oyster Cult
-The Veronicas - Untouched
-Splashdown, A Charming Spell
-Maximo Park - Apply Some Pressure
…Okay, I admit, I just used my Spotify Mix.
If you want to know exactly what the main attraction looked like, I never actually figured that out.
I guess you could, I dunno, go to Bad Dragon, pick a random product, and squint?