Fusion Therapy - Part Two

"Going once, going twice...sold"

As the last word leaves the salesman's lips he taps something beside the dazed and drooling redhead, the padded metal sheet she is strapped to humming to life as arcs of blue plasma begins to run along her back. The what little padding behind her begins to peel away, the cheap foam of what I can only assume was a repurposed bed searing and vaporizing as each wriggling arch of light bridges out from the frame.

Despite the painful-looking scene the redhead doesn't appear to even notice, her head tilting up weakly to look into the crowd. The crowd soon turns from cheering and sighs of defeat to screams of terror and concerned shouting as one of the blue rivulets of plasma finally burrows through the redhead's abdomen before twisting back in on itself.

A few of the less prepared individuals in the crowd faint at the sight, the hole in the redhead's midsection growing larger by the second as more and more small streams of energized material burn their way through.

"Please everyone, stay calm" calls the salesman over the microphone, holding out both his hands in an effort to control the crowd. "I apologize for not giving you all warning, mia culpa. For those of more...delicate constitutions should look away...around thirty seconds ago" he explains with a slight chuckle, some of those in the crowd following his instructions while others laughing along.

Panting heavily, my heart racing faster than ever both, I find myself unable to look away from the torturous display. As the burnt in holes continue to grow and connect with one another an oozing pale green substance begins to drip out from the young woman, the small thick globs dropping into a high sided glass trough beneath her.

As more and more globs fall into the trough they begin to form together, a weak trembling yet breathy sultry voice soon rising up from it as the mass begins to wriggle.

"Where...where am I?...why can't I move...why can't I...I..." it stammers, the faint voice barely reaching me despite being so close.

"Don't worry folks, she'll feel more like herself soon she's just not...all together" the salesman explains, pushing the redhead's swiss cheese-like body as more of the ooze falls free.

As the through fills more and more with the green translucent substance it begins to move a little more vigorously and frantically, lunging its thick and heavy mass lurching towards the sides of the container before sliding back down the slippery slope.

"Let...let me out...what...what have you done to...to me..." the faint voice shrieks, the echoing voice struggling to keep any level of composure for obvious reasons.

"We're finding you a new home dear" coos the salesman, his gaze returning to the audience as he tries to find a specific face in the crowd.

"As I was saying...Sold! To the lovely lady mature woman in the third row, come on up dear" he calls out, holding out his hands as if to beckon the woman up to the stage. The crowd shifts and roils, the packed bodies struggling to make room for the woman to make her way towards the stage, let alone the small set of steps leading up to the salesman.

Eventually a large woman with dyed blonde hair waddles her way up to the stairs, her face burning a deep red and dripping with sweat from having to navigate the crowd. She is a whale of a woman, somewhere in her late forties or early fifties and bearly standing far over 5'7" in a large pair of ugly and roughed up tan plastic heels. Her short feathered haircut looks straight out of the nineties, a raw attempt to reclaim some semblance of her youth. Her face is marred with all manner of blemishes and wrinkles, the heavy-handed use of pancake makeup not even working to hide it all.

A large sundress covers her body like a tent, the thin material doing little to hide the wrinkled and cellulite riddle flesh beneath. Despite her bulging stomach and bloated behind her chest is tiny, a set of barely b cups sagging heavily being largely made up from the same flab coating her from head to toe.

Panting heavily as she climbs up the steps she smiles and waves to the crowd, a thick layer of wine and coffee stains covering her poorly maintained teeth.

"Come closer dear, we're almost ready for you" the salesman says smoothly to the older woman, maintaining a level flirty and charming demeanor despite the client looking like some horrid orphanage owner from a nineties children's film.

Out of the corner of my vision I watch as the last of the redhead burns away, her face blank as the majority of her essence lays pooled in a small trough on the floor. Straining my vision to its limits I make out her bombshell over-sexualized face darting around in the center of the mass in search of an escape.

Walking over the salesman leans down, poking at the subtly green goo with the microphone, the yelps and squeals of the redhead echoing out over the speakers much to the amusement and amazement of the crowd. Most had likely never seen someone's essence, let alone one being taunted and interacted with so.

Reaching behind the trough the salesman pulls out a large glass goblet before scooping it through the trough in one quick and well-practiced action. In an instant the redhead's essence is bundled up into a fancy-looking clear glass vessel, the walls so smooth and so tight together that she is essentially trapped in place.

"Here you go my dear, congratulations" coos the salesman with a wink, holding out the goblet for the older woman.

Chuckling in a thick and husky voice the older woman waves her hand at the salesman bashfully, her laughter causing her multiple chins to shake and jiggle along with her bulging distorted belly. Reaching out with her plump clawed sausage-like fingers she takes the goblet from the salesman, the redhead's face inside howling in terror as she sees the giant face looking down at her hungrily.

"Bottoms up" the older woman croaks, her voice sounding like it was fighting to escape her throat through years of smoke or a thick layer of grease. She raises the goblet with both hands to the cheer of the crowd before finally bringing it to her lips.

For a moment nothing happens, the thick goop that the redhead had become holding firm as she pushes away from the woman's lips. However, the older woman would not have her prize denied. Opening her mouth wide and taping the bottom of the goblet suddenly dislodges the redhead's essence. It howls in terror as it wriggles and writhes, pulling itself slightly out of the woman's mouth before the whale of a woman begins to suck her in.

As the green goo slips beyond her lips the fight is over, a slight bulging appearing in the woman's cheeks as the redhead fights from the inside but to little effect. A faint green glow begins to grow in the rosy red cheeks of the older woman, the glow remaining there for a moment before she suddenly swallows. The glow suddenly slides down her throat, her neck bulging slightly as she pats her chest in an effort to force the rather large morsel down.

Before long the glow comes to rest in her distended belly, the group gasping in horror as we all watch it shift around in an effort to escape the fleshy prison the essence had been trapped in. However, the bursts of defiance quickly subside as the glow begins to spread out through the older woman's body. She shivers in some sort of pleasurable delight, biting her painted scarlet lips as the glow fades more and more with each inch in covers.

As the light goes out the crowd grows slight, most just standing in shock at what they had witnessed. The salesman taking the chance to step in to grab their attention.

"So my dear, how do you feel?" he asks, putting the microphone in the older woman's face.

"Better than I have in years" coos the older woman, obviously gaining some sort of beneficial effect from being suffused with the young woman's essence. "She won't shut up in here though...yes...yes I'm talking about you..." she mutters, speaking to herself like a crazy person as she converses with the now rather captive redhead.

A murmur begins to spread through the crowd as the salesman quickly jumps in to quell things.

"Well don't worry dear, hopefully you'll keep feeling this wonderful and your new housemate will learn her place. With some time you won't even need to talk to her out loud either, but give that a few days...or weeks..." the salesman explains, tempering expectations on how soon they will adapt to their new state.

As the woman walks off the stage to the weak applause of the crowd the salesman quickly walks back over to me, patting the padded platform I am strapped to as I hear it whir to life behind me. Something begins to tickle my back as it feels like light little feathers begin to run over the exposed skin.

"So, after dealing with the beauty shall be move onto the brains?" chuckles the salesman, his laughter only getting cut short as someone calls out from the crowd.

"Four hun..." one woman cries out, her bid quickly getting shouted down by the next person.

"Five hundred" howls the booming voice of some man in the back.

Seven...No...um...Nine hundred!" shouts a bubbly perky voice as the bidder tries to work out how to bid and overshoots the next bid hard.

I struggle to follow along with the bidding, the numbers and voices all joining together as my mind begins to feel foggy. It's as though I'm no longer myself, my train of thought derailing at every turn as I try to collect any of my thoughts.

The tickling at my back quickly begins to burrow into my chest, the weird sensation causing me to fidget slightly and convulse in my restraints. Soon it fully cuts through, emerging on my chest as the tickling grows more numbing than anything else.

The sound of something dripping against a hard surface, the sound growing louder and louder until I feel myself falling before impacting something warm with a wet slap. For a moment I'm simply disoriented, my vision looking like a blurry fish-eye lens as I look around in an effort to get my bearings. I still feel out of it, my mind scattered and certain thoughts beyond me that only return as more heavy warm droplets hammer down against me.

"H...hello?" I whimper, my voice echoing weakly around me. "Where am..." I begin to ask, another drop hitting me as it all comes rushing back. The warehouse, the restraints, the redhead, and the trough.

Realizing I can't feel the restraints anymore I try to make a run for it, only to have my view of the world lurch forwards before sliding back. A large amount of blue goo fills my vision before slopping back beneath me, my slowly returning faculties helping me realize just what was happening and how powerless I was to stop it.

As more and more of me...me returns I find myself bulking up further and further. Maybe if I can get enough I can make a jump over the rim of the trough, make a break for it, find someone to help me. As I wait, biding my time so that I can have the mass and strength to make the leap, I hear the words I had been dreading.

"Going once!... Going twice!... Sold! To the...