Candi seethed in her one-woman prison. She was so close to getting everything she wanted, but now Bruce was ruining that for her. He was staring at the computer, wondering what he could put into the command line. Idiot. He had no vision, and yet he was the one in control. How dare he?
Hey, said the voice in her head, You seem like you're in a bit of a pickle. Want some help? Who am I kidding, of course you do. One second, lemme reverse the time stop. Remember to go keep a hold on the computer.
A ripple shot through Candi, and her body shot forward, barreling into Bruce like water from a broken dam. She snatched the computer out of his hands with a tendril, drawing it deep into her body as the remainder of her bulk drove Bruce off his feet, slamming him into the wall. She stiffened a dome of herself around him, sealing him into place. She tapped out a few brief commands on the computer to ensure that she could have enough shapeshifting mojo to make this next bit work. She formed her torso and head, then began to set the scene for Bruce's punishment.
Candi stretched herself along the walls, floor and ceiling of the room, coating the surfaces in a foot-thick layer of Candi and sealing off the exits. She sent peristaltic waves through the parts of her surrounding Bruce, drawing him to the center of the room. The feeling of his form sliding through her body sent her pulse racing and her breath shallow. Somehow the nerves in Candi's body were on edge ever since the computer gave her this gift, and she was not complaining. Candi formed a pillar of her body in the center of the room and drew Bruce up into it. She dissolved her torso back into the mass of her body. Showtime.
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All in all, Bruce had better days. Pretty much every day of his life qualified for that list, if he was being honest. Sure, he had a few bad days, but this took the cake. Finding that your dad was a weird sex-wizard, having your wife turn into a meaty, horny blob-thing, failing to stop her for some reason, then getting imprisoned in a weird prison of flesh added up to a pretty horrendous day. He tried to struggle free, but couldn't. Whatever Candi was now, she was strong as hell. He shook his head, screaming into the warm expanse of his wife's body, until his head emerged from its prison into the fresh air.
If this was what the outside world was like, Bruce wanted to go back into the flesh prison. The walls, the floor, even the ceiling were covered with Candi's mass, forming a formless, skin-toned room. Formless, except for the giant, full-lipped mouth stretching across the wall in front of him. It pursed its lips, blindly blowing kisses at him, before it drew into a smile and opened, revealing a cavernous of expanse of mouth. A tongue the size of the room slithered out of the mouth toward Bruce and gingerly licked his face. Bruce shuddered, trying to steady his breath and...wait why was he hard? Wait, no, no time to think about that.Something was stirring in the back of the giant mouth.
Bruce's jaw dropped as he saw his wife strutting out towards him along the giant tongue, her hips and enormous ass swaying obscenely with every step. Her face was drawn into a stony mask of anger. She cleared the mouth's lips, and Bruce could more clearly make out her face. She was angry, yes, that was a given, but he could see her trying to resist biting her lower lip. This show wasn't just to scare him. She was getting a thrill out of this. Bruce might be able to survive this if he played his cards right. She reached the tip of the tongue,mere feet away from Bruce, and lowered herself, straddling the tongue as it licked the air. Candi was trying to suppress her panting, but a chest that large gave away every movement.
"Well," said Candi. "You have been--" she moaned slightly "--very naughty."
"Babe, I'm sorry I can--" a tendril shot out from the wall and wrapped around his mouth.
"You damn well better be sorry!" shouted Candi, "I've been handed the universe on a silver platter, and you think you're gonna take that from me? I'm a shapeshifting sex goddess, and I'm not gonna let you wuss out on my rise to power." Bruce tried to fix her with what he hoped were puppy-dog eyes. The wall's tongue was licking more violently now, and Candi was struggling to keep her face from showing any signs of pleasure. Bruce's cock was definitely doing a better job of trying to escape from its prison than the rest of his body.
"Mmmph" said Bruce. Candi smiled for an instant, then moaned.
"But I'm a merciful goddess, dear," she panted. "I'm not gonna kill you." Bruce nodded in appreciation, but Candi maneuvered the tongue to place her nose-to-nose with him. "But I most certainly am gonna punish you." Tendrils extended down from the ceiling, fusing with her back and holding her in place as the giant tongue withdrew and began to lick at her in earnest. She licked her lips as she breathed heavily, her chest rising and falling like a stormy ocean. "I guess the question is, what is it gonna be? I think it's gonna be..."
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