Mutant Mafia #3 - A Good Time 04 (Patreon)

Story by Leena (@MyLifeIsARPG)

“You’ve gotta let me in!” Mary screamed.

The large mutant simply stood there, in front of the door, as always.

“I have the money just… nnngh please let me in,” Mary pleaded.

“No card, no entry,” the mutant bouncer said.

“You don’t understand I Uwwwaaaaaa” Mary gasped as her tongue grew out long, writhing out of her mouth. It took all of her concentration to retract it so she could talk again.

The bouncer laughed. “Having a hard time handling your mutagen little girl?”

“I’m not… nnngh…. I’m not a little… UNNNNGH,” Mary leaned against the side of the wall. Her knees were shaky. For a second they bent in the wrong direction before returning back to normal. “Please, I’m begging you. I’ll pay you anything…”

“No card no entry,” the bouncer said pushing her away.

“Please I… m…mmmph,” Mary felt herself get very very nauseous. She choked up a strange purple fluid and stumbled backward. She heard drips… drip… drip…. She looked at her hand in shock to see it practically melting. “No, no no no no no!” Mary cried as her flesh turned more purple by the second and continued to melt. She felt the bones in her legs dissolve into a puddle that she rapidly melted into. “Help meeeeeuunrpmmmmph!” Before long she was nothing but a purple puddle of flesh on the ground.

“Ugh… disgusting” the bouncer said. She turned to open the door and holler down the hall. “Someone call cleanup! We got another one!”

It was then that the purple puddle that used to be Mary suddenly LUNGED at the doorway and snuck her way through! “What the!” the bouncer exclaimed. She reached out to grab the puddle but the oozy flesh just fell through her hands.

The Mary puddle frantically searched for the door she remembered from all of her times scoring hits of mutagen. It slithered through the crack in the bottom of the door, and then into the small hole in the wall where the mutagen was delivered. It was looking for the source.

And it found it. It came out into a dark room, filled with boxes of vials and canisters of assorted colors. Sitting on a chair in the middle of the room was an eight legged dark haired mutant with lips in the middle of her palms, smoking a cigarette.

“Well well well, what do we have here?” the devilishly sexy mutant said.”Looks like someone snuck into our little operation. What do I pay that bouncer for?”

The puddle of flesh burbled. It struggled to create anything reminiscent of a form. It managed to form a face, and hair, and pushed out two arms and a breast, just for a while to talk to the figure in front of her. “Need… a hit…. Blurglblrp”

The mutant laughed. “I’ll say. Oh honey you look like a wreck.”

The door to the room swung open and the bouncer stepped inside. “Boss! You OK? You want me to trash this pile of-“

“No no, that won’t be necessary,” the eight legged mutant said. “Our friend here just needs a little help. Back to your post.”

“But boss I…”

“Back,” she said with gravely serious authority “to your post!”

The large bouncer flinched in fear and nodded “yes Ma’am” she said before leaving and closing the door behind her.

“And as for you, what’s your fancy? You a leg girl or an arm girl? Maybe you’re the type who likes an extra head. Really makes the mastur bation feel like you are fucking someone else right?”

“A-anything!” puddle Mary said as she felt herself melting more. “H-help!”

“Oh alright alright, but product doesn’t come cheap you know.” The eight legged mutant took a small vial from one of the boxes and walked over to the puddle that was Mary. She dropped a few drops on her and she immediately felt her body pulling into a shape she could recognize. The flesh hardened, bones grew, as the puddle that was her started to take the form of a woman, with three breasts, four arms, and three legs. She also still had a familiar set of pointed purple ears and purple skin. “There, now maybe we can talk.”

“Thank you,” Mary said between breaths. “Thank you…”

“Oh don’t thank me young girl. You’ll have to work to pay that little dose off.”

“If you want money I have it. I can just go home and-“

“Oh no no no,” the mutant said. “You misunderstand me. I don’t want money. My little business makes all the money I need. You are going to do me some other favors.”

“Favors? No, no I’m just here for the hit,” Mary said, starting to feel fear radiate through her body.

“And you got it. But now, you have to do a little something for me,” the mutant smirked.

“Pass,” Mary said walking toward the door. She jiggled the handle but found it locked.

“Oh sweetie, I don’t think you understand who you are talking to. I’m Valentina Bellabra, but my friends call me “Lips” and I run the mutagen business in this town. I own it. Every drop that junkies like you see runs through me. The big supplies to the labs that can’t get adequate funding? Me. The hospital that needs mutagen in worst case scenarios? Me. I am one of the most powerful mutants in Mama’s entire family, and you barged right into my little office here. You’ve seen a lot, girl, too much for you to just go running on home.”

Mary gulped hard and turned to face the mutant “what are you going to do to me?”

Valentina laughed, “Honey I don’t have to do anything to you. You did it to yourself. Your genetics are all scrambled up now. Without regular doses of mutagen you’ll just melt back into the slime that all junkies like you are. All I need to do is wait for you to melt like an abandoned ice cream cone. Then we can gather up the puddle that used to be you, hook you up to a machine, and bleed you dry. You see, your blood is just brimming with mutagenic compounds now, and you’d easily pay us back in the mutagen you’d produce. Of course, then you’d have to live as a puddle in a vat, and that doesn’t sound like a very fun life does it? Of course, there’s always option two.”

“Option two?” Mary asked with hesitation.

“Yes. You see, individuals like yourself who pushed… let’s say… a little bit too far… are valuable for a lot of reasons. After all, you slithered into here. You could slither into a lot of places, merge with people we want to control, and perhaps even better, look like whoever we want you to look like, provided we dose you up good and proper.”

“And then… you’ll keep giving me the mutagen? I can finally be a mutant?”

“Oh dear no. No you aren’t a mutant. You are just a human with a sickness, a broken genetic code from doing too many drugs. Mutants are beautiful, stable, adaptive. You’re just a mess, but a mess that we have use for.”

Mary looked at the ground for a long time and took a deep breath. “Fine… I’ll do it… I’ll be your lapdog.”

“Hah, honey you’ll only be a dog if we turn you into one. Now, go clean yourself up. You’ll be staying in room 4B.”

Mary heard the door click open. She slowly walked outside while the bouncer slowly escorted her to her temporary room, another dingy hotel room barely cleaned. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her body was beautiful. She wanted to be a mutant. She wanted a body like this. She could probably fool around with herself right now and feel the most intense pleasure she could imagine.

But none of that mattered right now. All she could think of was how much she wished she could see Emma one more time…

… and say “I’m sorry.”