Living Manacite

While Brittany stared on, entranced with her living shorts, she didn't see the liquid beginning to stream out the tip of the spray bottle. It flowed out into the air, and began to mold and take shape. In a few seconds, a unmistakably feminine, shimmering figure sat on the edge of the counter, legs dangling to the floor. Brittany noticed the movement behind her and turned.

She stared speechless at the figure for a moment. It seemed like liquid at first, but there wasn't enough volume in the bottle to take up the entirety of such a shape. Brittany realized that the figure wasn't really liquid, but instead, a bubble. It was staring at her, as if waiting for her to react.

"Wh-where did you come from?" Brittany asked. The figure lifted its gleaming liquid arm and pointed to the bottle. Brittany smiled a little, confounded. The figure seemed to smile back at her, looking something like she would expect a nymph to look. Actually, when she looked closer at the strange, reflective features, she noticed... "Are...you emulating me?" Brittany asked the form. As she cocked her head, looking at the figure, it did the same.

It was like a living, three-dimensional reflection of her. She looked to her left, watching the figure do the same. When she waved, it waved.

"That's...incredible," Brittany said. "Can I..." She reached out her hand toward the figure, which reached right back toward her. Their palms were about to press together, and Brittany watched as the boundary of the liquid took on a detailed texture and a different sort of sheen. "Oh...!" Brittany pressed against the surface, and it wasn't exactly wet. It was sort of rubbery.

She slid her fingertips against the figure's own. It wasn't mirroring her movements anymore. It let Brittany explore its rubbery palm, feeling her human touch and letting her curiosity guide her. She took a hold of the hand in hers, squeezing it a little and watching the rubbery layer deform and thin. Brittany got nervous, releasing her.

The figure took her turn now. As Brittany released its hand, it returned to its delicate bubble shape, rebalancing its thickness. It reached out to Brittany's hand now, squeezing her palm gently, just as she had done.

This time, though, the figure's hand thinned and 'popped' at the fingertips, where she was holding Brittany. A little splash of the manacite hit Brittany's shirt, and the figure let her go as Britney put her hand to her face, concerned.

"Oh, are you okay?" Brittany asked. The figure held its other hand up to calm her, focusing on its 'popped' fingertips as the digits started to reform themselves. They were slightly thinner now. Brittany took notice of the wet spot on her shirt, but she was more concerned with the figure. "That's...good, but your surface--your whole body, I mean--" Brittany corrected herself, "It's like a bubble. It's pretty thin, right? You're my size and you're only made up of like half a liter." The figure simply looked at her quizzically. "Hold on, I have an idea." Brittany went to the broom closet as the figure looked at her hovering shorts, still suspended in the air after Brittany's experimentation with them.

The figure tilted her head back and forth, and the shorts seemed to move with her gestures. It lifted its delicate hand to the shorts, and they popped open, unzipping as the figure stared. Its smile widened as the shorts zipped back up and buttoned again.

"Okay, I got it!" Brittany said. She came back with a bucket and a whole box of vials. She turned on the water on the sink, and as she was about to take the spray hose, she sniffed the bucket. "You know--let me just...rinse this out a few times. I want to make sure there's nothing in this that might hurt you." Brittany left the open box of vials on the counter, next to the sink. The figure seemed to nod at her a little bit. Brittany was too preoccupied to notice that the liquid woman seemed to be messing with her hovering shorts when she came back.

While Brittany ran water in the bathtub, the figure approached the water running in the sink. She reached out a hand to the liquid, cupping her hand as she neared the stream. Her palm took on a glossy sheen again as her shimmering hand split the stream. A little of the water ran up her palm and it it met her wrist, it actually flowed into her. The figure's arm began to swell with liquid, and she did her best to rebalance the mass. As she did, though, her pink tone desaturated, becoming more dilute. The figure quickly pulled its hand back, and now her arm seemed more wobbly than before. Her bubble like-surface wasn't as strong as it was a moment ago, and she seemed to panic as she struggled to hold her shape.

"Okay! We should be good n--oh, no!" Brittany cried, looking at the figure trying to mess with the vials. At first, she was afraid the figure was messing with things to cause mischief, but as the emulated face looked back at her with a worried expression, she realized she was wrong. Brittany saw her inability to open the vials with her viscous, liquidy fingers, her less-stable gelatinous appearance and put two-and-two together. "Oh, the water! You diluted yourself!" Brittany said. "Easy, easy--just stand over there really quick, I think the rug is absorbing you too!" Brittany said, motioning to the panicking figure to step aside.

It watched Brittany as she leapt into action, walking up toward the sink and shutting off the water. She quickly pulled vial after vial of manacite powder out of its rack of 50, opening each and quickly dumping the contents onto the countertop. She realized what she was doing and quickly spouted her command.

“I want my countertops to stay completely inanimate and wait for our girl here to absorb this fuel so she can fix herself!” She commanded. Brittany couldn’t imagine what kind of chaos animated wooden and pressboard fixtures might wreak if they were left to their own devices. She looked back at the figure with pity, motioning to her to come up to the counter. “Come on, now – I got some of these open for you. It should be more than enough, and then we can give you some more mass with the water more carefully this time.”

The powder from a dozen vials was sitting in a pile, and the figure carefully sloshed forward, regarding Brittany for a second and smiling.

“Yeah, it’s okay,” Brittany reassured her. “I’m sorry I wasn’t more careful…I just guess I didn’t expect you to actually come to life.” Brittany thought about it for a second as the figure approached the countertop. “Though I guess it kind of makes sense if what you’re made of can bring other things to life.” It actually seemed to take her form spontaneously from the bottle, and Brittany was still trying to work out how or why that might have happened.

The figure flushed with a more saturated pink color before beginning to turn a red hue. Brittany watched the figure solidify itself, firming up its arms and legs and reshaping his body into something more solid once more. Unlike before, now the sheen was much denser—looking more like translucent red rubber than a polymorphic liquid state.

“Wow, there you go,” Brittany said, admiring the form’s reshaped curves. “Feeling better?” The figure nodded at her, clasping its hands together, and then motioning to the sink. Brittany looked behind her and shrugged, nodding back at the red woman shaped something like a bubble in Brittany’s own image. “Sure, that was the point to begin with! Just…let me know if you need more vials of Manacite. We want to make sure you can hold yourself together.

The figure approached the sink, and it was about to reach out to the handle when it paused to consider an alternative.

“Something wrong?” Brittany asked. The figure shook its head, turning back to wink at her.

It made a light fist with its right hand, flicking its fingers at the faucet, and then doing the same at the half open box containing the remaining vials. Brittany realized that the figure had sent tiny droplets of itself flying toward each target, and now she watched as the stainless steel faucet lever rose up on its own, turning on the water.

Brittany let out an astounded laugh as she watched vial after vial of manacite lift out of its tray and pop open. The figure clamped its hand around the mouth of the running faucet, and every drop of water flowed into its arm, filling it up until the water spilled into the rest of the hollow cavity of its body. Brittany could see the fluid running down the inside of the emulated rib cage and down into its leg. It was as if the extra Manacite had made the figure concentrated enough — had given it enough control over its own miscibility — to make itself impervious to the fluid at will.

The figure closed its eyes, and once again its hue became lighter, becoming pinker and less saturated as it took on the additional water inside its hollow, bubble-like body. As this happened, the hovering vials of manacite dumped themselves between the chest of the figure one-by-one.

Brittany could see the red tone spreading down from its torso and through the rest of its body. As it continued adding water, it took the entire box with its free hand, surrounding it with the pink translucent fluid.

“C-careful…” Brittany warned, though she was just as excited to see her new friend developing. She watched as every remaining vial popped open, submerged in the substrate of the figure. A deep red color washed through its arm as the box, the rack and the vials were left bone dry and devoid of powder when the figure retreated — reshaping its hand.

It grinned at Brittany, as the water shut itself off, leaving itself in a balanced pinkish-red color. It held both its hands up and showed Brittany their solidified sheen. It posed in front of her, clasped its hands together and gave her a little bow. Brittany thought she got the message.

"Oh, hey, no problem! I could see you were worried, and...well, you're alive, sort-of, right?" The figure nodded vigorously at her. "Well, sisters help each other out," Brittany chuckled. "So...it seems like you can control anything part of you touches. Is that right?"

Brittany looked down at her chest. She swore a spot on her shirt had been soaked with the figure's diluted liquid before, but now she seemed completely dry. It was almost as if she felt it dry instantaneously. While she was looking down at her chest, she didn't notice the figure looking at the same place.

"Hey, did you...oh!" Brittany felt her breasts squeezed together, as if the sides of her shirt pushed them inward. "Oh, gosh," Brittany blushed. "You really can control anything you touched." The figure shrugged a little back and forth, and as it pointed a shining finger behind Brittany, she turned.

She looked behind her just in time to watch her shorts approaching, the short leg-holes scissoring back and forth as if invisible versions of Brittany's long legs were inside them.

"You can control...anything infused with the stuff!" Brittany said, her eyes lighting up. She smirked a little. "You know what? I have an idea. Fill up that spray bottle again for me, would you? I think we should try a few things together."