{"sf1_id":2236340,"sf2_id":"zeRq0pJ1","title":"Edge Case (goo BDSM TFTG)","author":"Nequ","words":6876,"posted_at":"2025-03-20T15:24:27.000Z","tags":["BDSM","Bizarre","Bondage","Boots","Cock","Corruption","Domination/Submission","Feet","Female","Futa","Futanari","Gender Shifting","Gender Transformation","Goo","Hermaphrodite","Human","Humor","Latex","Male","Predicament Bondage","Roleplay","Roleplaying","Slime","Torture (moderate)","Transformation","Transgender","intersex"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/2236340-edge-case-goo-bdsm-tftg","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/zeRq0pJ1","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/7c/66/7c666cc0-29b5-4398-8210-c31db86fcec7","description":"\"Wait, I can fix it!\" she said. And then she made it worse.","content":"## Summary:\n\n_\"Wait, I can fix it!\" she said. And then she made it worse._\n\n* * *\n\n## Story:\n\n## SPECIAL DISCLAIMER\n\nThis 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.\n\nBut that's enough of the heavy stuff.\n\n* * *\n\nUpon some bus seat or waiting room coffee table, there was once left a magazine, with an article.\n\nGood stuff, if you liked learning about torture.\n\nGently described, of course. _Enhanced interrogation_, they said. Dust on that term was getting a tad thick by the point the article was written.\n\nLeading the article was time. Overseers messed with time. Light changes, playing with meal times. Even making the clocks go slower.\n\nThere 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.\n\nAnd, of course, for the room the man was in.\n\nThe clock said he still had fifteen minutes before the session Started. When it was five. It had to be five.\n\nAnd it wasn't like he could check his watch.\n\nA few more minutes allegedly ticked by.\n\nAnd someone moved in the hall, outside the door.\n\nHe tried not to smile. _Finally._\n\nThe 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-\n\n-and those were _not_ standard boots.\n\nThey hit her at calf-high. Four, maybe six-inch heels. Thick soles. Black leather. Cute little silver studs up the side.\n\nThey looked good on her.\n\nSo did everything else.\n\nEven the tablet she held.\n\n\"Hello.\" She smiled, in a kind of controlled, professional way. \"Are you sitting comfortably?\"\n\n\"No.\"\n\n\"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?\"\n\n\"That's...fine,\" he said. \"Not like I had a dinner date.\"\n\n\"I'd just like to double-check a few details, while we're waiting. Is that okay with you?\"\n\n\"Yes.\"\n\nThat smile again, but wider. \"Perfect!\"\n\nShe 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.\n\nShe looked up at him. \"How are your shoulders? Some of our clients have reported issues.\"\n\nHe rolled them. \"They're fine.\"\n\n\"Good. That's good.\" She stood up from her crouch. A little wobbly.\n\nShe 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?\"\n\nHe nodded.\n\n\"Mind if I walk? It helps me think.\"\n\n\"Go right ahead.\"\n\nShe went right ahead. Or, more accurately, from side to side.\n\nThe skirt _really_ looked good on her.\n\nEspecially with the boots.\n\n\"Your greenlight is \"hyperkinetic\", and your redlight is 'La Brea'?\"\n\n\"Mmm-hm.\"\n\n\"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?\"\n\n\"I am aware, and I consent.\"\n\n\"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.\"\n\n\"Mmm-hm. What type of shoes are those?\"\n\nThe woman froze, and turned to him. Were he eyes a little wider? \"Wh-what do you mean?\"\n\nCarlos shrugged. As much as he could.\n\n\"You weren't wearing those earlier. Coulda changed for lunch and had to run in here, but I doubt it.\"\n\nThe 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?\"\n\n\"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.\n\nShe stared at him.\n\nHe kept smiling.\n\nHer shoulders slumped. \"...What do you want?\"\n\nCarlos said nothing.\n\n\"Please-\" She swallowed. \"Please don't tell them.\"\n\nCarlos said nothing.\n\n\"Please. I mean it. I'll do-I'll do _anything_.\" She took two steps toward him. \"I _really_ need this job.\"\n\n\"You didn't just take it for the dental, did you?\"\n\nShe flinched, and looked away. \"...Not _entirely_.\"\n\nShe 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...\"\n\n\"One day, you hear a rumor.\" _Whoops. Was that out loud?_\n\nThe woman stopped, turned around, and smiled. \"_Yes!_ Exactly! One day you hear a rumor! And it _can't_ be real. It just can't.\"\n\nShe walked back to him, knelt, and looked him dead in the eyes. \"And what do you do next?\"\n\n\"You keep digging.\"\n\n\"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.\"\n\nHer smile got a little sharper. \"Maybe you even fooled yourself. For a while. Until-\"\n\n\"Until you end up here.\"\n\nShe nodded. \"Until you end up here.\"\n\nSilence, 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.\n\n\"S-sorry.\"\n\n\"No, it's all right.\" He smiled. \"All part of the service, right?\"\n\n\"Yeah.\"\n\n\"...You smell nice.\" _And there goes my mouth again_.\n\nShe just stared at him.\n\nHe looked at her.\n\nShe looked down.\n\nAnd muttered, \"_So do you._\"\n\nThere was another silence. But this one was rather different from the others.\n\n\"I _can't_.\"\n\nHe said nothing.\n\n\"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.\n\nHe said nothing.\n\n\"Even if I tried, they'd they'd _know_.\" She glanced at the camera again.\n\n\"Unless-\"\n\nShe froze. almost said, _Unless what?_, but the words never made it out.\n\nHe looked her in the eye.\n\nAnd then slowly, very slowly, he looked at her boots.\n\nIt took her a moment, then she blinked. \"What? No, I'm not _trained_ for that! I could _hurt_ you!\"\n\nHe jingled the chain.\n\n\"I mean, hurt you _too much_! Besides, what happens if I go too far! I think the techs would _notice_ if you were..._spent_.\"\n\nCarlos nodded. \"Good point.\"\n\n\"Good.\"\n\n\"Good.\"\n\nSilence.\n\nThen the penny dropped, again. \"How would I even-\"\n\n\"You said it yourself.\"\n\nShe looked down at the tablet. Swiped a few times. \"Oh. Oh, I see. Brainwaves\"\n\n\"All you need to do...is not go too far.\"\n\nShe didn't look up from the tablet. just stood there.\n\nCarlos leaned forward.\n\nAnd barely, just barely, saw how she bit her lip.\n\nShe exhaled, hard and long, and looked up. \"It'll have to be quick.\"\n\n\"Got it.\"\n\n\"You'll have to walk me through it.\"\n\n\"Right.\"\n\n\"I've...I've never done anything like this before.\"\n\n\"Okay.\"\n\n\"Right.\"\n\nA pause.\n\n\"So...how would I start?\"\n\n\"Well, I'd drop the boxers first.\"\n\n\"Okay. Do you want, like, dirty talk?\"\n\n\"Not this time. Let's just get physical.\"\n\n\"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.\n\n\"Should I, like, use my hands?\"\n\n\"Well, _I_ sure can't.\"\n\n\"I could use my teeth. Or-\"\n\nShe straightens up, and smiles. \"Hang on a second.\"\n\nA few taps on the tablet, a second of staring, and she steps back. Raises her right foot. And plants it on Carlos' knee.\n\n\"Think your aim's off.\"\n\n\"D-did I give you permission to speak?\" She pressed down with the heel, and tapped one more time.\n\nAnd the boot shifted.\n\nThe 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.\n\nExcept it was anything but concealed.\n\nQuite the opposite.\n\nThe heel didn't thin.\n\nVertically, at least.\n\nIn fact, it gained an extra inch, and turned into-\n\n\"A stiletto,\" Carlos muttered. \"Clever girl.\"\n\nShe blushed. \"Th-thanks.\" She put one hand on his shoulder, smiled, and leaned in. \"Say 'when'.\"\n\nThe point of the boot dug into his knee. Hard. Hard enough to start tingling. And then to go numb.\n\nThe woman's smile was starting to look a little worried.\n\nHe looked her in her eyes, and said \"Hyperkinetic.\"\n\nShe flinched. \"Um.\" Checked something on the tablet. \"Oh. Are you sure?\"\n\n\"_Hyperkinetic._\"\n\nShe stared at him for a few more seconds.\n\nThen she looked down at her shoe.\n\nThen she stepped down.\n\nCarlos watched her foot go, until she was flat on the ground. Well, half-flat. Little wobbly.\n\n\"What's wrong?\"\n\n\"I can't...I can't do this.\" She took a step back. \"I'm not comfortable.\"\n\nCarlos' eyes flicked to the clock. And when they flicked back, her eyes were just flicking to the corner of the tablet screen.\n\n\"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.\n\n\"Wait, I just-\"\n\nShe paused at the door, didn't turn around. \"Sorry.\"\n\n\"What if you didn't go all the way?\"\n\nShe didn't turn around, didn't say a word, but she _was_ still standing there.\n\n\"What if you just...warmed me up?\"\n\nShe muttered something.\n\n\"Sorry, I didn't ca-\"\n\n\"With my feet.\"\n\n\"Yes. With your feet. Or...did you want to use anything else?\"\n\nA pause.\n\n\"...Maybe one thing.\"\n\nShe turned around, went to the cupboard in the corner, and pulled out a-\n\n\"Is that a walker?\"\n\n\"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?\"\n\nOh, that was _good_. She was getting into it.\n\nShe 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.\n\n\"Are you _sure_?\"\n\nCarlos' heart spiked. A bit. He smiled at her. \"Yes.\"\n\n\"_Good_ boy.\"\n\nThen she lifted her foot, and bought it down on Carlos' bare stomach. The sole pressed into his skin.\n\nWhich is precisely when he noticed the spikes that ran down the back, down the heel.\n\nSpikes that caught the waistline of Carlos' boxers.\n\nAnd pulled them down.\n\nHer 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.\n\n\"Hm,\" she said. Like she wasn't impressed.\n\nShe planted the arch - more of a triangle - of her boot on the edge of the seat, and leaned in. Barely wobbled at all.\n\nShe carefully maneuvered her toe underneath, and pushed up.\n\nCarlos' breath caught in his throat.\n\n\"I-I'm...not impressed. Is this the best you can do?\"\n\n\"It's what I was born with. More or less.\"\n\nShe sighed, and squeezed her nose. \"Not the _size_. This-\"\n\nAnother push.\n\n\"-_state_. It seems to me that you should be...more _interested_.\"\n\n\"I can't get any harder. Not without my hands free.\"\n\n\"That will never do.\"\n\nWas that a fake British accent? Adorable.\n\nShe lifted her foot, and bought it down directly on the main event.\n\n\"Yes, that's better - wh - why are you looking at me like that, what's wrong?\"\n\nCarlos sighed. \"Time out.\"\n\nShe blinked, and put her foot down. Didn't look at him. \"Did I...?\"\n\n\"Look, this is my fault. It's...it's a technique issue. Let me show you. Try that again.\"\n\nThe SIPS employee nodded, and put her foot back.\n\n\"See,\" Carlos explained, \"you don't go full throttle, right out the gate.\"\n\n\"That's horses.\"\n\n\"Point is, you gotta scale up. Tease, pressure, tease, pressure.\"\n\nShe nodded again. \"Okay. Like th-\"\n\nThey both froze.\n\nStaring down at her boot.\n\nMost of it.\n\n\"Is that-?\"\n\nShe nodded. \"Yeah.\"\n\n\"Can you pull it out?\"\n\n\"I-I hope so. Sorry.\"\n\n\"Okay, I want you - I want you to be _very careful,_ okay?\"\n\nShe nodded, got a good grip on the walker, and pulled.\n\n\"It's...it's stuck.\"\n\n\"Excuse me?\"\n\n\"It's _stuck_!\"\n\n\"Okay.\" Carlos took a deep breath. \"Okay. Let me think. Let me think. Can you...can you reprogram the boot?\"\n\n\"Sure, let me just get the tablet-\"\n\nShe twisted, reached for the tablet-\n\n\"_Ow!_\"\n\n\"_Sorry!_\"\n\n\"It's okay. It's okay.\" He muttered something under his breath. In Spanish. \"Can you get the boot _off_?\"\n\n\"I-\"\n\n\"No pun intended.\"\n\nShe looked up, saw his smile, and smiled back. Just less so.\n\n\"I'll _try_.\"\n\n\"Good girl.\"\n\n\"That's _my_ line.\"\n\nHe snorted.\n\n\"Ready?\"\n\n\"Ready.\"\n\nVery, _very_ carefully, she leaned forward. Got one hand around the ankle. Pushed.\n\nAnd fell right on her rear.\n\nAnd the walker.\n\n_Ow._\n\nShe rubbed her butt, remembered, and looked at her shoe.\n\nMost of it.\n\nShe winced, and looked at Carlos' crotch.\n\nAnd the little black bit that was sticking out of him.\n\nAnd she thought, _How did I make it **worse**?_\n\nShe swallowed, once. \"I can fix this.\"\n\n\"K-\"\n\n\"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-\"\n\n\"Ke-\"\n\n\"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-\"\n\n\"_Kelly!_\"\n\nKelly looked up.\n\n\"...Oh.\"\n\nThe 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.\n\nKelly blinked a few times.\n\nIt was still there.\n\nKelly's mouth was open.\n\nShe shut it, and rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand.\n\nIt was still there. Big, black, shiny.\n\n\"Kelly?\" Carlos asked, so calmly that he _had_ to be extremely upset.\n\n\"Mmm?\"\n\n\"I think we should call for help.\"\n\nKelly's mouth was open again. She shut it, again, and stood up. Eventually.\n\nShe looked Carlos in the eye, said \"Sorry,\" and wobbled toward the door.\n\nReached for it.\n\nThis 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.\n\nAnd then you might notice that Kelly hasn't opened the door.\n\nThat she was, in fact, frozen with her hand on the knob.\n\n\"...Kelly?\"\n\nKelly turned around, with a funny look on her face, and stepped a little closer to Carlos.\n\n\"Kelly, _no_.\"\n\nCloser still. \"I was just thinking-\"\n\n\"_No!_\"\n\nKelly semi-shrugged, and didn't quite look Carlos in the eye. \"-it's a pink slip either way, isn't it?\"\n\n\"One way is a _lot_ safer! For _everyone_! Just go and-\"\n\n\"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.\"\n\n\"La Br-_Ow!_ Get off my foot!\"\n\n\"Oops. Sorry.\"\n\n\"You're still on it.\"\n\n\"Sorry.\" She got off it.\n\n\"La Brea.\"\n\n\"Okay, okay, sheesh.\" She took a step back, glanced at his crotch. Then his face. Then back at his crotch.\n\nAnd she didn't look away.\n\n\"Kelly-\"\n\n\"Did you notice it?\"\n\nWere her eyes a little wider? No, she just narrowed them.\n\n\"The patterns?\"\n\nHe looked down. \"What patterns?\"\n\nShe leaned over.\n\n\"K-\"\n\n\"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.\n\n\"You are _not_ smiling.\"\n\n\"Told you, I'm just _looking_. At the patterns.\"\n\nShe swayed a little. Might've been the stilettos.\n\n\"...Nice patterns. They're like, they're like..._something_...\"\n\nShe swayed again, and steadied herself.\n\nAnd then she inhaled, and before Carlos could tell her not to do anything stupid for the millionth time, blew out.\n\nOr rather, down.\n\n\"How does it feel? Scale of 1 to 10.\"\n\nCarlos glared at her, opened his mouth, shut it again, and sighed. \"...Eight. Eight and a half.\"\n\n\"Hmm.\" She blew again, harder. Got her finger so close to the protrusion he could've sworn he felt the heat. \"How about now?\"\n\n\"Ni-_This is a bad idea!_\"\n\n\"Okay, okay! Sheesh, you don't have to yell.\" She pulled her hand away, straightened up, and turned around.\n\nCarlos rela—Wait. What was she doing with her skirt?\n\nShe was hitching it up, as it happened.\n\nShe bent over. Was more...flexible than one might expect, especially considering she was doing it wearing heel.\n\nShe reached for the walker without kneeling. Set up again, hung the tablet on it. Stepped back. Reached back, traced her hand up Carlos' thigh.\n\nHe shivered.\n\nWhen 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.\n\nAnd nothing else.\n\nAnd she whispered, \"_You're not the only one without underwear._\"\n\nCarlos stared at her. One might imagine he was thinking _She couldn't_-\n\nAnd he would be correct.\n\n\"Just kidding,\" she said, and stood up.\n\nExcept she couldn't.\n\nKelly's eyes went very, very wide.\n\nShe tried again. And failed agin.\n\n\"...Let's just...not panic, all right? Maybe I need to, I dunno, pull _harder_?\"\n\n\"I don't think that's-\"\n\nShe tried again. Carlos' back arched, and he sucked in, sharply. \"_Nnn!_\"\n\n\"Sorry! Sorry! Is it hurting you?\"\n\n\"N-no.\" He tried to smile. \"The exact opposite.\"\n\nShe froze. Looked over her shoulder. Tugged at her skirt.\n\n\"...Oh.\"\n\n\"Kelly?\" Carlos said. \"I can feel it.\"\n\n\"Huh?\"\n\n\"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?\"\n\n\"I was...it was part of the vibe, y'know?\" She looked down at the floor. \"I...wanted to see if you'd notice.\"\n\nCarlos stayed quiet for a second. \"Well, I did. Just not the usual way.\"\n\nKelly snorted.\n\nThen Carlos said, \"Are you ready?\"\n\nShe nodded. \"I'm ready.\"\n\n\"Go.\"\n\nShe took a deep breath, leaned forward, and tried to take a step. Still stuck. And then something occured to Carlos.\n\n\"Wait, Kelly, you can just take off the-\"\n\nShe 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!\n\nAnd then she slipped.\n\nAnd landed in Carlos' lap.\n\nCarlos grunted.\n\nKelly blinked. \"What? What just-\"\n\n\"You slipped.\"\n\nKelly looked over her shoulder. \"No. Not _that_.\"\n\n\"What do you mean?\n\n\"Um...\" Kelly bit her lip.\n\nAnd then wriggled.\n\nCarlos looked down, with his eyes very wide. \"Oh.\"\n\n\"Yeah.\"\n\n\"_Oh._\"\n\n\"_Yeah._\"\n\nCarlos swallowed. Hard. \"Can you...get up?\"\n\n\"...Should I?\"\n\n\"If you want to wait until someone comes along-\"\n\n\"No. I mean-\" She took a deep breath. \"-it might be, y'know, _stimulating_.\"\n\n\"Oh.\"\n\n\"_Yeah._\"\n\n\"Like I was saying, you could've just...unzipped the skirt.\"\n\nKelly frowned.\n\nThen winced.\n\nThen - with a sigh - she palmed her face.\n\n\"You okay there?\"\n\n\"No. Apparently I'm an idiot. Mentally-impaired.\"\n\n\"I've heard that before.\"\n\nKelly opened up her fingers, looked at Carlos with one eye. \"In a situation like _this_?\"\n\n\"Sometimes. Though I'm not usually the one in the chair.\"\n\nKelly laughed a little. \"I'm gonna try again. Ready?\"\n\n\"Hyperkinetic.\"\n\nShe nodded, braced, and pushed up.\n\nAnd immediately sat back down.\n\n\"Kelly?\"\n\n\"Just...just give me a second.\" She still faced away from him. Breathed heavily. Didn't let go of the arms of the chair.\n\n\"You okay?\"\n\n\"I...I don't know. I think you're.._leaking_.\"\n\nLeaking?\n\n\"Into me.\"\n\nCarlos used a word his grandmother had when she saw what he did to her favorite vase. \"Are you..._changing_?\"\n\n\"Maybe. You're stuck. In me.\"\n\n\"Kelly, I'm-\"\n\n\"What if it takes?\"\n\n\"What?\"\n\n\"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-\"\n\nShe pushed herself up again. Slammed down even harder.\n\n\"Kelly, you're pan—\"\n\n\"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!\"\n\n\"Ke-\"\n\n\"It's getting _bigger_!\" Another pull. Her knuckles were white.\"I can _feel_ it!\"\n\nOne more pull. As hard and as far as she could go.\n\n_Something_ shifted inside her.\n\nShe kept her arms straight, as long and hard as she could. Pushed with her legs, too.\n\nUntil the boots slipped again, and she slammed right back into Carlos' lap.\n\nAnd then two buttons hit the floor, bounced, slid, and stayed put.\n\nKelly stared at them.\n\nVery _familiar_ buttons.\n\nShe looked down.\n\nAt her chest.\n\nAnd swallowed.\n\nHer chest was..._wrong_.\n\nMost of it.\n\nIt 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_.\n\nThe pressure was there, but there was less of it. Like her shirt had been squeezing her as she-\n\nShe 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.\n\nWhich was about halfway up her breasts.\n\nWhich seemed a little _bigger_ than they had been that morning.\n\nShe felt a little dizzy. Maybe that was where the pressure went.\n\nShe might've thought, _This can't be-_\n\nOr, _It's impossible-_\n\nOr, _It doesn't just-_\n\nBut the only thing she actually _said_ was, \"Where's my bra?\"\n\n\"Seriously? That's your priority?\"\n\n\"No, I mean-\"\n\nShe 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-\n\n\"...Skin.\" she murmured. And shivered.\n\n\"Huh? What about skin?\"\n\n\"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!\n\n\"What happened to your sleeves?\"\n\nHer short sleeves, with the cuffs above elbow, seemed to have slipped below the elbow. And gotten a little tighter.\n\nAs 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.\n\nHer 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.\n\nWhatever was going on, her shoulders were exposed.\n\nAnd she was pretty sure the goosebumps weren't just from the cold air.\n\nSomething was happening to her sleeves. Lines. Horizontal lines. Like stitching, or ribs, or borders.\n\nMuch like that puffy shirt from _Seinfeld_.\n\nBut a _lot_ sexier.\n\nShe 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.\n\n\"I really screwed it up this time, didn't I?\"\n\n\"Kelly?\" Carlos said, in a voice that sounded slightly odd.\n\n\"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.\n\nNot so much at the bottom.\n\nHer skirt was kind of...melting? And dripping down her legs.\n\nToward the boots.\n\nShe looked up, and out, and reached for the tablet. It was just a little too far away.\n\nShe bit her lip. \"Okay. We'll just...sit tight. Someone...someone will come along.\"\n\nShe patted Carlos on the leg, and he wriggled underneath her.\n\nShe almost looked at him. Almost.\n\nBut she didn't want to.\n\nAnd 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.\n\n\"Kelly?\"\n\nShe didn't look. His voice sounded funny.\n\nHe said \"Ke-\"\n\nA gurgling sound. She stiffened. Which moved something inside her.\n\nShe bit her lip.\n\nA normal person, at this point, would probably tell herself she doesn't like it.\n\nKelly stared at the floor, and said, \"Someone will notice I'm gone. And the boots. And the tablet. Maybe...\"\n\nShe shrugged.\n\n\"Maybe they can ping it or something.\"\n\nShe lifted her hands up, stared at them.\n\nOr, 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.\n\nKinda like an off-the-shoulder dress, with long straps from her chest to her collar.\n\nHer collar.\n\nShe touched her throat. Hard to feel, with hands encased, but her collar felt..._slick_.\n\n_...Of course it did._\n\nCool air on her hips. The join between her skirt and chest-shirt had split open, just at the bottom of the side panels.\n\nAnd then Carlos moved.\n\nHe set his feet. A wide stance.\n\n\"Carlos?\" Kelly asked. \"What are you do—\"\n\nCarlos thrust.\n\nKelly's eyes went wide. She opened her mouth, and tried to yell for help, despite the soundproofing.\n\nCarlos thrust into her. Again.\n\nHer stomach flipped. She tried to stabilize herself, scrabbled for the armrests, looked down for the armrests-\n\nThe section over her hands were darker.\n\nShe grit her teeth, opened up, tried again.\n\nAnother thrust. This one hard enough to knock her into the air.\n\nNow the section over her wrists. But not as dark as her hands.\n\nThrust.\n\nElbows. Was it more translucent? This had to-\n\n\"_Stop!_\"\n\nAnd Carlos stopped. Froze, really, mid-thrust.\n\nAnd so did Kelly.\n\nShe held her breath, in the manner of one waiting for the other shoe to drop.\n\nSpeaking of.\n\n\"...Let me down.\"\n\nCarlos untensed, under her. Until he was sitting normally. Kelly tried to take deep breaths, until she was calm enough to look down at herself.\n\nThe same darkening had happened on the sides of her chest. Dark, opaque panels at the bottom, leading to clear, light panels at the top.\n\nShe ran her hands over\n\n_(herself)_\n\nthe coating. It was strange. It felt like clothing - skintight clothing - but she could feel through it.\n\nLike it was _part_ of her.\n\nAnd there was this - this _pressure_, in her chest.\n\nShe pushed her chest. _Squishy._ She tilted her head, squinted.\n\nIf the light was at the right angle, could almost see _into_ it.\n\nShe shook her head. Some of her hair fell into her eyes. She let it.\n\nSomething that might been a smile flickered across her face.\n\nShe grabbed the arms of chair, pushed up.\n\nThen let herself fall.\n\nShock rippled through her. Pressure built.\n\nShe pushed herself up, and let herself fall. Again.\n\nMore shocks. Stronger. Deeper. More hair fell. Limp and heavy.\n\nAnd her chest bulges.\n\n_Thrust. Fall. Shock. Bulge._\n\n_Thrust. Fall. Shock. Bulge._\n\nOne more thrust.\n\nOne more fall.\n\nOne more shock.\n\nAnd her chest bulged, one last time.\n\nStretched.\n\nTore.\n\nAnd her cock flops into her lap.\n\nShe took a few seconds. Stared down at it, and panted. Let her arms relax, and slumped back onto Carlos.\n\n_He's probably bigger than me._\n\nShe giggled. Sounded a little crazy, a little hysterical.\n\nBut it was a crazy kinda day.\n\nShe reached down, wrapped her right hand around it, shivered, and pulled it up.\n\nIt was made of the same goo that covered her. Most of her. Not human shaped. Not human sized. It would hit her—\n\nShe pulled it closer.\n\n—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—\n\nShe squeezed it. Felt the object inside.\n\n—she could see Carlos' cock - cocks? - inside hers.\n\n_Wow._\n\nShe ran her hands on her head, and thought for a moment. Maybe it would help with that lightheaded—\n\n_Wait._\n\n_My hair._\n\nIt felt...strange. Thick. Wet.\n\nShe thought for a second.\n\nDug her fingers in.\n\nAnd pulled down. Smeared her gooey hair over her face. Over her eyes. A big, dark, and most importantly _wet_ mass.\n\nShe smiled. A rather _sharp_ smile.\n\nThen she looked at her legs. At the complete lack of any gap between the skirt and the boots.\n\nWhich were _clearly_ made for stomping.\n\n_Oh look, missing heel's back._\n\nAnd 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.\n\nFor a while.\n\nShe wasn't a contortionist. She wasn't particularly graceful. Well, not that morning. But she managed to spin around without...disengaging.\n\nAnd looked Carlos in the eye.\n\nNot that either of them had eyes anymore.\n\nThere...wasn't much of him left to see.\n\nEvery 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.\n\nHis 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.\n\nHis 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.\n\nOr OnlyFans account.\n\nOf course-\n\nKelly looked down. At what lay between them.\n\n-there might have been some _slight_ complications.\n\nShe reached out, grabbed his head, turned it left and right. Good. He looked good. And-\n\nHow did _she_ look?\n\nKelly closed her eyes - so to speak - and \\*focused\\*. On Carlos. On what she could feel of him -\n\nAnd then, she was in him. Feeling exactly what he felt. How he saw her.\n\nSo to speak.\n\nHer hips weren't as wide as his. But her chest was bigger. Of course, she had a head start.\n\nIt 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.\n\nOr you noticed that the boots still had the silver studs.\n\nThe 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.\n\nJust bigger.\n\nMuch bigger.\n\nThe 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.\n\nThe straps still went diagonally up her chest, past her bare shoulders, over her collarbone, to the high collar that covered most of her neck.\n\nThere was a stud where it attached. A trail of studs led to the top.\n\nAnd her _face_-\n\nShe waved a hand between them, just for fun.\n\nShe didn't have a face anymore.\n\nNot a full one.\n\nShe'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.\n\nWhat was left of it.\n\nA few lanky strands fell across her cheek. She didn't much care. Maybe they'd make her cheekbones look good.\n\nHer nose was visible, but her eyes were just dents, covered by darkness that faded away when it hit her cheeks.\n\nLike some background anime character. Or a male main character in hentai, anonymized for the viewer to project onto.\n\nThough the teeth would be a bit of an issue.\n\nKelly leaned in, so Carlos could get a good look at her. She turned her head to he could get her good side.\n\nAnd he thought she didn't have any _bad_ sides.\n\nKelly blinked.\n\n_Beautiful._\n\n_Shining darkness._\n\nKelly smiled. And purred, \"Oh, _honey_, I had _no_ idea you were such a _poet_!\"\n\nCarlos said nothing.\n\nShe hadn't given him permission.\n\nWouldn't it be nice if he could see her seeing him—?\n\nWhich meant she saw him seeing her seeing him.\n\nWhich meant he saw her she saw him seeing her seeing hi-\n\nShe escaped that particular 20 GOTO 10 loop before it caused an overflow error, and slumped against him. She took deep breaths. Deep _calming_ breaths.\n\nNot that she strictly needed to, anymore.\n\n\"Okay,\" she said. \"Okay.\"\n\nShe enjoyed the sensations of things rubbing on _other_ things for a second or two, then pushed herself up.\n\nShe 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-\n\nAnd forward.\n\nUntil her fingertips met under his nose, where his philtrum would be.\n\nIf he had a mouth, instead of a dent.\n\nKelly smiled.\n\nThen she pressed her thumbs into the middle of the dent, and drew a line across his face.\n\nAnd up at the corners.\n\nSo when his mouth opened, it was in the biggest, pointiest smile you ever saw.\n\nWhich Kelly immediately filled.\n\nWhen she broke away, when she un-dug her fingers into Carlos' back, both of them were panting.\n\nShe gave him a minute or two to recover. Okay, she needed it too.\n\n_Ain't we a pair?_\n\nShe smiled at him. At his trembles. He was so _eager_, wasn't he?\n\nTime for the main event.\n\nShe planted her feet on the floor behind him. If extruding tentacles and tendrils counted as \"planting feet\".\n\nAnd she reached up.\n\nAnd grasped the side of his head.\n\nAnd touched the top of his head with one finger.\n\nAnd pressed down.\n\nAnd forward.\n\nCarlos tried to look up. Until he realized what — and who — she was holding in her other hand.\n\nAnd his tongue - his _long_ tongue with the darkness at the tip - licked his lips.\n\nOnce.\n\nHis lips closed around their combined shafts, and she kept pressing, until it hit something, until it was as far down as it could go.\n\nShe gave herself a second for that delicious shudder to run through her. Then she leaned in.\n\nClose to the bump where Carlos' ear had been.\n\nAnd whispered a single word.\n\n\"_Hyperkinetic._\"\n\nAnd then she sat back.\n\nSmiled.\n\nAnd enjoyed the ride.\n\n-Q-\n\nAfter that, after they were done, after Kelly decanted Carlos, they sat with their backs against the nearest wall, and enjoyed each other's company.\n\nMore than they had been.\n\nCarlos wanted to say something.\n\n\"Permission granted,\" Kelly said, and leaned on his shoulder.\n\n\"Wow.\"\n\n\"Thank you.\"\n\nAnother few seconds of silence.\n\n\"We _really_ needed that rehearsal.\"\n\n\"I _know_, right? I was so _nervous_.\"\n\n\"What? You were _spectacular_!\"\n\n\"You're just saying that because I have root access.\"\n\n\"No, I mean it. Seriously, I mean it. Kelly, look at me.\"\n\nShe sat up, and looked at him. He put his hands on her shoulders.\n\n\"I don't think I've ever _heard_ of a client who wanted to roleplay as one of _us._\"\n\n\"Really?\" She leaned in a little. \"Do I get a free t-shirt? A little badge? A comped room?\"\n\n\"And that improv was..._Wow._\"\n\nKelly 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.\n\nWhich twitched.\n\nCarlos nodded.\"How did you...?\"\n\nKelly bit her lip. \"I just...I just thought...have you ever seen _Breaking Bad_?\"\n\n\"Until Mike shows up. It's on My List.\"\n\nKelly smiled. \"It's old enough to _drive_.\"\n\n\"It's _on_ My List.\"\n\n\"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?\"\n\n\"Do you have an English degree?\"\n\n\"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.\"\n\n\"And _that_ was the point of no return. Poetic irony.\"\n\n\"I think that's just regular ironic. Doncha think?\"\n\n\"I think Damien was real quick on the trigger.\" Carlos looked at the camera, and waved. With one finger.\n\nKelly waved at the camera. More conventionally. \"Thanks, Damien.\"\n\nCarlos squeezed her a little tighter. \"Your notes were very detailed. Most clients need a little guidance. Sometimes they're embarrassed. But this...\"\n\nHe waved a hand at the room.\n\n\"...This whole _scenario_. And the alternate paths. And the-\" He ran a hand down her side. \"-the _concept art_-\"\n\n\"Glad you like it. That commission was expensive.\"\n\n\"Heh. Heck, the company might want to license some of your ideas.\"\n\n\"Stop.\"\n\n\"No, seriously! Have you ever considered contract work? I know gig work has a rep, but-\"\n\n\"...I'll think about it.\" This time, she squeezed Carlos. Below the waist. \"Is that how they got you?\"\n\n\"It's a long story.\"\n\n\"I paid for the whole weekend. I'm gonna use the whole weekend.\"\n\nPause.\n\n\"...You really hiring?\n\n\"Always.\"\n\n\"Mmm.\" Kelly thought for a second. \"You get dental?\"\n\n## \"Edge Case\"\n\n2025 Eulalie \"Nequ\" Quentin  \nCC 2025 By-SA  \nFeel free to create art or stories based on this. Including commissions. Just give credit, preferably with a link.\n\n* * *\n\n* * *\n\n## Notes:\n\nI've decided to take the bold, political stance of \"torture is bad\". Controversial, I know, but I want to punch up truth to power.\n\n* * *\n\nI think this is the first time in any of [my Slick International Cinematic Universe stories](https://www.furaffinity.net/search/?q=nequ+sicu)\u0026nbsp;that we actually see any kind of SI facility. Or one of their transformation products/services that was _not_ dark, sinister, and involuntary.\n\n* * *\n\nInspirations include, but aren't limited to;\n\n- -Kill La Kill\n- -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.\n- -That one scene in Casino Royale (2007)\n- - 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.\n- -Vala from Stargate. Specifically her original outfit.\n- -the Breaking Bad televisual universe. And the analysis videos. And TVtropes recap pages.\n- -Rex Splode from Invincible. Specifically, his costume.\n- -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.\n\nOh, wait, I already did that in Toni Gets Latexed:\n\nPlus, I wanted to write a dude \"topping from the bottom\", as it were.\n\n- [This She-Venom gallery I found on Reddit, especially No. 11](https://old.reddit.com/r/FutaAI/comments/1cagb0n/shevenom_4_from_seduction_to_transformation/).\n\nYes, 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](https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/961200-rubbutt-weird-latex-tf).\n\nAnd I only used it as inspiration for the head, when I already had the story outlined and most of the character design locked down.\n\nI'm like Quentin Tarantino. But with less money, swearing, and feet.\n\n...Wait.\n\n- - (subconsciously?) The Black Cat club stories, [which you can find here, near the bottom](https://www.monstrousdoctor.com/chainreaction/abe.html).\u0026nbsp;I inspired [one of their stories](https://www.furaffinity.net/view/15155691/),\u0026nbsp;and [eventually art](https://www.furaffinity.net/view/44274528/), so this is technically coming full circle.\n- -[Serathin's Renzyl Inc. stories, if I'm remembering it correctly.](https//www.furaffinity.net/gallery/serathin/folder/547084/Renzyl).\n\n* * *\n\nIf you've been willing to stick around this long, the lack of an April Fools joke is probably bugging you.\n\nPlease write down the first letter of every sentence, starting from the Special Disclaimer.\n\nYou'll know when to stop.\n\nIt's an older meme, but it checks out.\n\nAlso, try rereading the story with the knowledge that the usual TF story cliches and contrivances are all contrivances _in-universe_.\n\n* * *\n\nI didn't have an opening lyric because of the April Fool's joke. But if I did, here were the candidates;\n\n- -Kelly Rowland, Commander\n- -Dresden Dolls, Coin-Operated Boy\n- -Duran Duran, Girls on Film\n- -Burnin' for You · Blue Oyster Cult\n- -The Veronicas - Untouched\n- -Splashdown, A Charming Spell\n- -Maximo Park - Apply Some Pressure\n\n…Okay, I admit, I just used my Spotify Mix.\n\n* * *\n\nIf you want to know exactly what the main attraction looked like, I never actually figured that out.\n\nI guess you could, I dunno, go to Bad Dragon, pick a random product, and squint?"}