Preview of Judy's Imp-rovement
Story by Ashari on SoFurry
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Summary: While chasing a suspect through an abandoned warehouse, Judy lands up in a spill of boxes marked with 'Defective' and 'do not open. The contents of one clings to form a fully encasing costume...
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Word Count: 1892
“Darn it all.” She sighed, reaching to her radio, half submerged in the squishy blob that had landed on her. “Oh don’t be broken.” She mumbled to it, pushing with her fingers to try and shake the blob free. When it didn’t budge she sighed, sticking her hand into the gooey mass to push the buttons. “Officer Hopps reporting in. Lost sight of the subject but- huh?”
The blob was… moving?!
“Get off, get off.” She shook it around, trying to get it off her hands but only ended up covering all her fingers in it. “Oh well this is perfect!”
She went to squeeze the radio again, though she found that the button was stuck. No wonder no one had replied. She bit her lips from huffing a complaint, already embarrassed at the little she’d transmitted. “Hm?” She tried to mumble before she felt the cool chill of it flow, definitely moving with a life of its own. “Yeeeek!” She gasped as the cold of it shot over her fingers and inside her gloves, travelling up her arms within her sleeves. “Wh-wh-what the hay?!”
Judy was growing increasingly frantic as she felt the stuff turn solid and tighten in its wake, squashing over her fur. It slurped off from the radio, letting the button rest and allowing a familiar voice to crack over the radio. “What’s going on in there, Carrots?” The voice asked, sounding choked, making her pout as she realised Nick was stifling his laughter.
She grabbed the radio, looking in concern at the swelling over her fingers, it had turned a bright red. “It’s fine, just a little spill. Go catch him, he was making for the north side!”
Her grip failed as her hand expanded abruptly- Or rather, the coating did-, her uniformed glove strained as it was stretched from within. A finger hole on each one ripped as the coating pushed her smaller two fingers into pairs. “Nnngh, get off me!” She insisted again, trying to grapple the emerging shapes under her arms and tug them off.
The expansion was halted by the straining fabric but she couldn’t prise it free. The trickle had crossed her shoulders and made her gasp as it ran up the neck and down her front. While it was sticking close to her body, it grew thicker over the head, rolling in a bunched up thick wave. She brought her hands up to try and cut off the flow but her fingers were seemingly too inarticulate to stop it.