AOK Assimilated - Leggings TF
Tags: Inanimate, Clothing TF, Squishy
Kristen was twenty-one, about to finish her last year of college and still basically on her parents payroll. She lived alone in a small apartment a few blocks from the family house, worked the desk at her mom's gym, and told herself the money was a salary and not an allowance. Her red hair hung to…
Kristen was twenty-one, about to finish her last year of college and still basically on her parents payroll. She lived alone in a small apartment a few blocks from the family house, worked the desk at her mom's gym, and told herself the money was a salary and not an allowance. Her red hair hung to her shoulders because styling it felt like a waste of time, and her body did the styling for her anyway, a soft curvy 5'6 with heavy C cup tits and hips that made her jeans fight for their lives. Her little sister Karen was eighteen now, just starting her first semester and getting more insufferable with each following year. Kristen stood in her bedroom holding her only clean pair of leggings up to the light. A huge brown stain ran down one thigh like someone had spilled coffee and guilt on it. 'Are you kidding me?' She pinched the bridge of her nose, grabbed her keys and drove to her parents place. She had an old pair in her room there somewhere. The house smelled like it always did, warm bread and hot solder, because her dad Jack was what her mom called an electricity bill menace. Some months the power bill looked like a phone number. Some months a patent check made it all okay. She was halfway to the stairs when she heard him swearing in the basement. That specific tone. The something broke and I need a witness tone. She sighed and went down. Jack was crouched behind a machine that looked like a washing machine had eaten a printer and regretted it. Panels from three different projects, cables zip tied into bundles, a big touchscreen on the front, and a wide container slot at the base. "Dad, is everything fine?" He looked back, wild eyed. "Fine!? It worked this morning and now look, it is bugged again. Hey Kristy, please give me the screwdriver." She handed it over. He vanished behind the machine again, working blind, not even looking at her. "So what is this thing even, Dad? I guess this is the reason you didn't answer my calls or messages." He sighed. "Yes, it is. It's my take on 3d printing! It's just genius. I made a flexible material that can be shaped into pretty much any form. Think how amazing that is!" It did sound interesting. He stood, ran diagnostics, and his whole face lit up when the bars went green. Then it fell. "Okay, looks good. Where's your mom, I promised to help her at the gym." "Dad. It's already late. Mom is there already working." 'I am a dead man,' Jack thought, grabbing his jacket. "Don't touch anything," he said, the four words his daughters had never once respected. "Take my car," Kristen offered. "Thank you, sweetie. Don't take too long, it's newbie month at the gym, so we have a lot to do." And he was gone up the stairs. Kristen looked at the machine. The interface glowed, friendly and clean. Custom shapes, sliders for durability and elasticity. A little gauge read Blueium tank one-fourth full. 'I could go dig for old leggings. Or ask Karen. Ugh! Or...' She went to the console and typed in leggings. A blue 3d model spun on the screen, hugging an invisible body. She set elasticity high, hit start, and blue mass flowed up from the base of the machine, thick and shiny like melted glass. Rods spun around it, pulling it into a waistband shape and then... **BZZT BZZT** ERROR. NOT ENOUGH BLUEIUM FOR DESIRED SHAPE. INSERT MATERIAL INTO CONTAINER BELOW. The half-formed blue mass got sucked back down into the container. Kristen hunted around the lab, found a spare brick of the blue stuff on a shelf, came back and leaned into the container slot to set it in place. The machine started on its own. "Whaaaa..." The rods spun. The Blueium rose, and it did not go into the mold. It went into her. It climbed her arm like warm oil sinking through her skin and her hand turned a glossy blue right in front of her eyes. "No no no NO!" MATERIAL BONDING. ERROR. ERROR. UNKNOWN BIOMASS DETECTED. ADJUSTING. The warmth spread. She felt it pour up her arm into her chest, and her whole body started to tingle like a limb waking up, everywhere at once. Her skin went blue in spreading patches, shiny and slick. It hit her tits and she gasped because they suddenly felt heavy and soft and hot, her nipples going stiff and sensitive against her bra like every nerve in them had doubled. "Ahhhhh~ w-what... unnnngh~" It sank between her legs next, warm and thick, soaking into her pussy like a slow tongue, and her knees buckled against the machine. "Mmmmmh~ n-no... stop, that's... hnnnngh~" Her hair went blue at the roots and washed down to the tips. "My hair, no, what happened to my HAIR?!" she screamed, watching red drain into deep glossy blue in the machine's reflective panel. The tank gauge dropped to empty. It was all in her now. REMOVING UNKNOWN OBJECTS. Grabber arms snatched her clothes and pulled. Her tank top stretched off her and took her upper body with it for a second, her torso pulling like taffy before snapping back, tits wobbling like water balloons. Her jeans peeled down and her legs stretched three feet long
