A Quick Deposit

(Content Warning: Stretching, Mild FF, Anatomically Incorrect Things, Melting, Weird Stuff)

A young brunette woman, busy talking on the phone, paced down a dimly lit hallway consisting of concrete walls painted a faint blue, both sides on basic concrete floor tiling. She wore only a loose fitting grey tank top that barely hung over her shoulders with a name tag pinned on her abdomen, and a highly elastic denim skirt that hung to her waist if not much else. Walking barefoot, her legs appeared unusually swollen and puffy, standing an entire foot above her usual height. While it was normal for gummies to feature expanded proportions post transformation, her's put a slight strain on her body, seemingly stirring from the inside.

Steadily but slowly, she passed by wards lined with spacious pods, hooked up to intermittently beeping diagnostic equipment taking the place of cots and medical beds (And then some). The place felt less like a treatment center and more like an underground lab straight out of a scifi movie, or at least it would if it hadn't been assembled in a hastily repurposed basement turned experimental medical facility.

Approaching one such ward, she was accompanied by a nurse whom she followed, though you wouldn't think so with the hazmat suit he was wearing. Due to the volitale nature of gummies in their initial semisolid state, all personal both medical and otherwise underwent extensive training in quarantine procedures and techniques at the CDC simply to be qualified to exist at a certified treatment facility regardless of their profession. This often made for a cold, oppressive atmosphere at these facilities as family members weren't allowed anywhere near the wards without either signing a small mountain of legal wavers or undergoing similar training themselves.

Because she was already a gummy however, neither of these things were a problem for Claire. Her presence, and the presense of others like her provided friendly faces that patients could talk and relate to, helping them cope with their varying state of immobility by demonstrating in person what recovering looks like for them. She was carrying inside of her one such gummy named Emma whom she had just shared a "one on one" session with in the center's rec room, though really they just hung out and talked for an hour....into each other's orfices. An emerging practice among gummies who were solid and stable enough, Claire offered to store Emma inside her when she could no longer hold her form any longer, scooping her immobile friend and transferring her every part of Claire's now swollen thighs, the putty inside her Stretch Armstrong body as she walked her friend back to her pod.

"....Mmhmm? Yeah, I'll call them as soon as I check out.... hold up, I'll call you back." Claire replied, still talking on the phone as she stood in front of the nurse for a moment. "If you don't mind, I'd like some privacy."

"I can stay outside, but the room is under constant survelience. I'm sorry, but it's a necessary safety precaution." Claire rolled her eyes.

"That's fine, it'll only be a moment." She replied, stepping into the room.

She walked towards the "melting pot" chamber, a steel almost coffin esque pod used to contain newly liquified gummies, giving the room an eerie, moratorium feel.

Standing directly over the pod, Claire stretched her legs several feet towards the ceiling, firmly compressing one stretchy hand along the tiles while holding up her jean skirt with the other.

"Yeah, I'm just making a quick deposit before I leave. Oh.... don't worry, I'll be very gentle with her." Claire reassured, holding her phone by her shoulder.

Positioning herself directly above the pods human shaped mold with her extended body, Claire let out a belabored groan as her thighs compressed onto itself, pulsating like a pair of external organs that she used to pump her goopy gummy prisoner up from inside her legs through her uterus. Claire furiously moaned as she unbirthed a wet, thoroughly lubricated stream of pink, creamy fluid that was presumably Emma out from underneath her skirt and into her resting space to reform. Emma's **** shape occasionally squirted out of Claire's pussy, temporarily layering on top of her pudding like mass mixed with Claire's sloppy juices before fluidly merging with the rest of herself. Claire intentionally dragged her sexually bizarre discharge out for as long she could, controlling the flow of Emma's goopyness by gradually contracting her urethral opening from several centimeters to only a few millimeters wide. After about 15 minutes of doing this, still chatting to whomever she was talking with, Claire blasted the rest of her gummy companion out from inside herself, unable to contain herself (or Emma) any longer before clumsily falling to the ground, her gummy muscles finally collapsing like thick fleshy bands of licorice.

Born to a Scottish mother and a Japanese American father, Claire adopted her striking yet simple features from both backgrounds. What would be considered a "Hāfu" for her only half Japanese ancestry, she almost passes for Caucasian at first glance, though her rigid nose bridge, a thin layer of freckles that coat her pink complexion, and wide, glowing hazel eyes are offset by her distinctly rounded cheeks, buttoned nose and otherwise naturally flattened face. Aesthetically, her appearance was more or less inspired by alternate rock musicians of the early-mid 2000's, preferring to wear bland and loose clothing that complimented her style. Her stringy, neck length brunette hair was loose and messy, with thin layers that covered her forehead to give her the intentional appearance of having just dried off from a shower. She wore piercings on her ears, tongue and a hoop on her nose, despite a couple of incidents where she accidentally stretched, distorted and badly dislocated her rubbery face (especially around magnets) in ways that only a gummy could. She wore the typical eyeliner and mascara, giving here eyelids a faded touch of purple to contrast her otherwise soft complexion rendered natural by her permanent condition.

Claire adapted pretty well to her newfound flexibility, figuring out quickly that she could shift her body mass by stretching herself internally as well as externally to offset her bodies tendency to accidentally stretch and deform. She was surprisingly durable for a gummy, though not as much as patient zero's, she still had a more solid physical makeup than most, able to survive repeated orgasms several times longer than the average gummy without using an inhalent. Claire made semi regular trips to the gym, bringing her friends/coworkers along to full length fitness classes, struggling to keep up as their bodies eventually collapsed long before her's. Even her human friends had trouble keeping up with her before having to catch a breath, something she technically didn't need to do except in a hot, sensual manner to show off. It was through those aforementioned classes that she got in contact with GST and started working with them, more than willing to "offer herself" to help others like herself in any way that she could.

Driving a used late 90's Corvette with a faded blue finish and an open hood, Claire took the highway route up north, going about ten miles over the speed limit while talking on the phone, one hand lightly grazing the wheel. Feeling the wind pressing against every cell of her pliable body gave her an incredible orgasmic rush that she savored every second of. It also made Claire incredibly careless and carefree, something she had already been a fair bit during her teenage years, even more so now that she no longer had to worry about mortal inconveniences like broken bones or fatal injuries. Like many, becoming a gummy was truly the most liberating aspect of her life, as long as it didn't completely get to her squishy head.

"Yeah, this is Claire Voy. I'm calling about patient 183 ....... just this morning? That's awesome! Okay, in that case can I get the address and the number he left? Great, thanks!"

Looking at her phone, Claire entered another number, ignoring the angrily honking driver in front who almost crashed into her trying to switch lanes as she sped by. She held the phone, waiting a few minutes for a response.

"Hey John! I just called Montgomery's and they told me you checked out. How are you uh.... holding up?"

Claire crossed her right leg on top of her left, casually stroking her foot as she continued talking.

"I'll bet. So how was your last day down at the "goolag"?"

Getting off at an exit, Claire took a left, stopping at the nearest intersection.

"Great, I'll pull up in just a few minutes. Oh and John? It'd be really cool if you didn't trip me with your dick this time. Knowing you, you're probably playing fucking jump rope with it. You should take a cold shower before I get there, I'll see you soon."

Hanging up, Claire drove past the traffic light, not even waiting for it to turn green. Contrary to the street name "Park Avenue", she pulled up to a parking lot outside an old, renovated warehouse. As she stepped out of the car, her foot visibly compressed with a slight rubbery *crunch*.

"Fuck." Claire thought to herself, realizing that her body was starting to loosen up. Concentrating, her foot tensed back up just as easily, reforming with another squishy noise into a firm, solid shape. She then stretched her arm over to the glove compartment, pulling out a bottle of "gumiflex" inhalent to keep in hand just in case. While she personally preffered not to use them, she didn't want to risk turning into a pile of mush just yet. Sticking it inside her purse, Claire made her way into the building, having a general idea of where to go. Buzzing the door to a studio apartment, Claire waited for a couple of minutes, ready to send an impatient text before the door opened, readily inviting her inside.