Smarter than Expected

"What do we do now?" Brie asked. "Those guys are basically wandering the halls. If we leave him -- them(?) -- in here, they might find what they're looking for when we're clocked out." Julie pursed her lips, trying to think of something. A part of her couldn't help but wonder what the company would try to do with this thing if they found out what it was. More selfishly, after what she just experienced, she certainly didn't want to be **** to hand it over.

"We can always go out the archive doors," Julie said. "There's a chance they're limiting the hard search to the laboratories, and with everything going on in the office, we can both take some bullshit paperwork to record-keeping as an alibi for why we're there." Brie tapped a finger to her head.

"That's pretty brilliant," Brie said. "But who takes the canisters?"

"We both take one," Julie said. "The way this thing operates, it gives our little friend twice the chances…and we can always play stupid if anything happens." Brie didn't seem to like that answer, but she didn't say so aloud.

"I don't have a better idea," Brie admitted. "Do we meet up afterward?"

"I think we leave a couple minutes apart, and once were home safe and sound, we can just buzz each other's phones." Brie nodded. They had a plan.

Archiving was just as lax as Julie expected. She dropped off her report, signed the log, and was out of the building without an issue. Until her car was out of the parking lot, though, her hands gripped the steering wheel with white knuckles. As she approached the gate-guard, she waved from her window, and the guard waved back, unceremoniously checking her windshield for the sticker he was trained to look for.

One right turn later, Julie grinned, looking at her purse.

"We did it, little buddy," she said, "you're home free now." As she continued toward the highway, her purse jumped a little in the seat next to her. She giggled a little, reflecting again on the fact that it seemed to understand what she was saying. It was as happy as she was. The purse bounced again, this time hitting the headliner of the car as she traveled up the ramp. "Hey, whoa — don't…"

She heard a little gurgle at the side of her ear, having forgotten completely about the small bit of slime that didn't return to its container. It leapt forward, and Julie watched as it seemed to seep into the dashboard.

"Uh-oh." Julie held the wheel with one hand as she tried to hold her purse down with the other. Her car decelerated for a second, and she gasped, looking at her rearview mirror to make sure nobody was right behind her. She tried to compensate when she saw her instrument panel light up. The engine light, oil pressure, cruise control, traction control…all the different lights flashed and then dissipated, and Julie gripped the steering wheel with both hands, swearing she felt something pulling it. "No, no, no! You're going to —" she was pushed against the back of her chair as her car suddenly accelerated, roaring as it shifted into the fast lane.

As she tried to maintain control of the car, she found she couldn't overpower the petals or the steering column. Somehow, her coupe weaved around another vehicle expertly, and she took a deep breath as she sped down the road.

"If you don't cool it, we're going to be in just as much trouble as we would've at the office!" Julie said. Her car trailed another fast-mover now, seeming to back down a little after she spoke. This thing was in her car…and suddenly he could drive? She was calmer now that it blended into traffic, but her relief subsided when she heard her purse unzipping, followed by a happy little squeak.

Julie looked over to see the green thing peak from her purse, a green tendril seemed to look around before the whole mass leapt out, landing on her center console.

"Hey, couldn't you wait until we got home?" Julie asked. "Were not out of the woods yet, and if you do anything to draw attention —" she stopped abruptly as a tiny dribble of the blob bounced off of the mass and against her mobile phone. She watched curiously as the drop slid down the front of the screen and into the power port itself. The phone screen flashed white a couple of times, going haywire for a second until her home screen returned. A driving app opened, and the word 'home' typed itself in. The app responded by showing directions straight to Julie's house. Her jaw hung open as her vehicle passed the one it had been following when it found an opening on the right. Not only had this thing mastered her vehicle, but it was somehow both literate and able to navigate microelectronics.

She looked back at the main mass, stretching and arcing itself from the center console as if it was looking at her.

"That's – that's amazing. Where on earth did you get all your smarts from?" Julie said. No wonder security was looking so hard for this thing. Her polymer was one thing, but now it had to have been worth an insane amount of money in research and development. "You're going to be good until we get home, right?" Julie asked. It burbled back at her, leaping off the center console and toward her chest, sliding under her blouse as she gasped. "I — ohhh..." Part of the mass soaked into her bra, which happily worked her chest over again. She could feel more trail down her stomach, diffusing through the fabric of her panties and playing against her pussy again, nudging against her clit. "F-fuuuuuuck..." Julie moaned, feeling an expanding phallus inflating its way into her again.

Her music app suddenly turned on, and the R&B she'd been listening to on her way to work began playing as the volume controls in her car and phone increased. Julie giggled between her ecstatic moans, feeling her underwear rock and pulse to the rhythm of the music. Her power seat seemed to recline on its own, and she put her hands over her blouse, grabbing her chest as the slime in her bra bounced her tits and played with her nipples.

"Oh my God, fuck me..." She moaned, bouncing her ass against the seat as the slime pistoned into her.

She was too well-focused to realize it, but as she passed an SUV on her left, the soccer mom inside simply stared at the reclined woman in the car next to her-- apparently not paying any attention at all to the road and she moved past her in the fast lane. As Julie went by, the woman licked her lips. Maybe it was time to bug her husband for one of those semi autonomous cars she'd been hearing so much about.

Julie was still getting her brains fucked out when a text buzzed from Brie.

All good over here. Hit me back when you're home.

Julie still had 10 to 15 minutes left in her ride back to the suburbs. She wondered if her little buddy's counterpart had been as forward with Brie.