Brandon Twice
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Getting the Stain Out
🕑 Added 2020-05-23 06:39:04 +0000 UTC[6 word request: Hotshot Lawyer Gets New Permanent Uniform]
I told Janice to take the morning off. Poor girl thought she was getting fired! I reassured her I wouldn’t can her because of one complaint. Janice was a single mom and my most reliable employee. It was her first customer service job in awhile, so guys like this rich asshole screaming at her, even over the phone, was enough to shake her. I reassured her I would take care of it myself.
The guy who complained was a rich asshole who usually double parked his beamer to run in for his dry cleaning an hour before it was supposed to be ready. He would pace in the waiting area while making loud, aggressive calls and giving dirty looks to my employees. Little did he know the “ink stain” across the suit he picked up the other day wasn’t an accident; I put it there.
At 7 AM, when we planned to meet, my facility was closed. He banged on the door with a sneer. Even angry, he was a sexy man; short blonde hair, a chiseled face and a nice body he showed off in well-tailored suits. This guy had money. His name was Kent Higgins. Apparently he was on the legal team for some corporation. I guessed his bully attitude helped him in court, but it wouldn’t get him anywhere at my dry cleaning business. I unlocked the door and the prick shoved by me.
“Where’s that Hispanic chick?” he said, searching the empty storefront. It was easy for me to be calm because I knew what was coming.
“Mr. Higgins, I told you, I opened up specifically for you,” I said, reaching for the bagged suit he shook around furiously. “I’m taking care of this myself. None of my employees are here.”
“You realize,” he said, getting in my face and poking me in the chest, “how much this suit costs? It’s ruined. There’s no way you can get it out.” He pressed it in my face like I was a dog, rubbing my nose in my mistake. Sure enough, the black ink stain was right where I had left it, down the left lapel and into the interior. I reached for the suit and he jerked it away.
“Sir, I can’t remove the stain without touching the suit,” I said.
“Y’know, I’m betting I could crush you into bankruptcy with ease,” he said with a cocky smirk. “This the only business you own?”
I sighed. “At least give me a chance to remove the stain before you ruin me financially,” I said in a dry tone. He rolled his eyes. “If you won’t let me touch the suit, let me bring you out back,” I said, locking the front door behind me. I didn’t need anyone else walking in on us.
He followed me to the back room, past the conveyor belt, to my workshop. I flicked a switch and the fluorescents buzzed to life. It looked like a mad scientist’s lab, with strange beakers of chemicals and strange tools hanging from the wall. Even in my most mundane moments, I felt like a mad scientist, practically violating the laws of physics to restore clothing fast enough that I didn’t get a nasty Yelp review. The ink stain on Mr. Higgins’ suit was far more than mundane science, however.
He spread the suit against the table and tore the bag open. “I can’t wait to see what you try to get this out. What even is this? Ink? What, do you have old timey inkwells stacked up next to the clean clothes?”
I examined the suit, then feigned a look of confusion. “Where’s the stain, sir?”
“Are you fucking blind?” he said, poking the suit. “It’s right there, you fucking asshole.”
As he pulled his finger away from the stain, a tendril of black stretched along with his finger like warm gum. He shook his hand to detach the goo, probably wondering how the stain could still be wet and why it was gooey, but the stain--which was far more than that, as he was about to discover--leapt from the suit to his hand. The black slime enveloped his hand as he stared at it, eyes wide.
“What the fuck is this shit?” he said, trying to spread his fingers apart. He shook his hand, wiped it on the table, but the oily substance remained. Worse, it was traveling up his arm. He grabbed at it with his other hand; the black slime covered that, too, and traveled up his other arm.
I looked on, patiently, waiting for my little pet to work its magic.
“What the fuck is this shit?” he said, his voice raising in panic. He held up his hands and the black slime launched a lattice of webbing across his face. He shrieked as the black liquid coalesced over his face. Once it covered his mouth and nose, he went silent, just writhing as it covered more and more of his body.
A moment later, Kent was entirely subsumed by the black liquid--a living entity, feeding off his body heat and the residual energy given off by living matter. He looked like an iridescent ebony mannequin.
“Nice work,” I said, gently petting its slimy surface. The black ichor rippled at my touch. “I’d like to see his face, but no nose or mouth,” I instructed. “Uncover his torso, but no arms, please. Thank you.”
The black slime pulled away from his body, receding into a puddle at his feet that trailed him like a shadow. As I’d instructed, the face the slime left behind was smooth where his nose and mouth should have been. The sleeves to his shirt hung empty. Luckily his eyes conveyed his panic (as he had nothing else to emote with).
“Very good,” I said, examining my handiwork. “I’m sure a lot is going through your brain right now,” I said to Kent, “but I want you to notice that, despite your lack of breathing orificies, you’re not suffering from oxygen starvation. That’s because that black goo you thought was an ink stain is actually a living being. It’s bonded with your cells and repatterning them as I command. Lucky you! You’re invulnerable and immortal as long as it’s attached.”
Kent stared down at the oil slicks around his feet, shaking them as if he could rid himself. He backed away from me, but I kicked the door shut before he could run through it. He stared at the round door handle for a moment, lifting up a foot to try to turn it with his Italian leather shoes. I laughed and stroked his face.
“Poor baby,” I said. “See, my little pet came out of a meteorite. And if I let it, it would dissolve your whole being. It loves to digest human essences, so every so often I’ll feed it a real shit-head. I’m wondering if you’re enough of a prick to make a good meal.”
Frustrated Kent just started bashing his head against the door.
“Wrap him up,” I instructed, and the black slime covered his body again, holding him still. “Compress him into a ball. I’ll be taking him to my house.” The smooth human shape compressed and became a perfect sphere the size of a basketball. I picked it up and tossed it in the air. “I know you can hear me, Kent. This current state must be very troubling. That hypersensitivity you’re experiencing is a side-effect of bonding with my little slime-pup, and having all that living tissue squeezed in on itself, compressed into such a small space…”
Of course, I had done this to dozens of men; I was well aware how it felt for him. I liked to let them know I was aware of every detail--and that I didn’t care.
Outside his beamer, I spoke to my pet, “Keys, please.” Kent’s keys spat out the side of the orb. I hopped in and drove it back to my house. On the way, I caressed the sphere in my lap and said, “Let him talk. I want to hear what he has to say.” The black slime pulled away just enough to reveal Kent’s mouth.
“What the… oh my… What’s even… God, how are you…” So many unfinished questions! All the confidence was gone from his voice. He was lucky he didn’t put up more of a fight, or else I would have to be more creative. I used my hand to wipe the slime over his mouth, pressing the lips back into the sphere’s mass.
At my place I walked out into the garage and rolled my lawyer-ball into the center. “Reform him,” I said, “but keep him docile.”
The ball enlarged, sprouting arms and legs, and then the slime pulled away. Kent was on his hands and knees, looking around with a dazed expression. “I don’t understand… any of this…” he said. “Why am I not freaking out? I should be freaking out right now. Why am I not running?”
“Because I don’t want you to,” I informed him. “You’ll be doing only what I say from now on, got it?” I said.
He blinked, then said, “Look, if you let me go, right now, I won’t tell anyone, I promise.”
“Wrong answer,” I said. “Mannequin.” The slime covered him, then pulled away, revealing a smooth plastic man where the lawyer used to be. I reached down and twisted the arms and legs, detaching them and tossing them aside. Then I twisted his head off and held it up. I knew he could still see in this form, so I showed him his dismembered, inanimate body before bringing my foot down on each piece, shattering him into bits. I saved his head until last, driving my heel through it. It shattered just like hollow plastic.
“Okay, reform him,” I said, and the slime moved around the room, absorbing every tiny crumb of the mannequin debris before reshaping into a human form again. It pulled away to reveal Kent, unharmed, although his lip was trembling.
“Oh my god, I could feel all of that…” he whimpered. “God, please don’t do that again! Please!”
I liked that it didn’t take long to get him begging.
“Okay,” I said, grabbing his head tightly. “Listen up, my friend. It’s time to kiss your lawyer life good-bye, got it?”
He took a few long, slow breaths--no doubt weighing his options, or lack thereof--before nodding. “I’ll do anything, just please…”
I smiled. I reached down and touched the slime, knowing it could read my thoughts on contact. It Covered Kent’s body from the neck down. He leapt to his feet, still undulating black goo everywhere but his head, but I could see the outline of his body through the pulsating slime.
“Looks like you have a big dick,” I said to Kent. My slime pulled away to reveal his nude cock, big and gently swinging. I gave it a gentle tickle, jiggling his balls as well. “Get rid of it,” I ordered, and the slime swallowed it and pulled away to reveal a bare crotch. I patted the smooth zone as his jaw dropped.
“My… dick…” he moaned.
“Now, all those muscles… compress them down into the ass. Leave the rest of him lean but much smaller.”
He let out a soft moan as his body reshaped. His broad shoulders collapsed inward, his big pecs deflating, his legs getting thinner and thinner, all as his ass swelled into two big mounds. He started breathing heavy; as I’d instructed, the slime was making it incredibly pleasurable for him.
“Now,” I said, “we can’t have you walking around all day on two legs.” He groaned as the slime rotated his hips and adjusted his ligaments. He stumbled, then toppled forward to all fours. He tried to stand up but collapsed back to the floor.
“Very nice,” I said. “Now, what do you have to say for yourself?”
“You can’t do this to me!” he said, shying away from my approaching hand. “I have money… I can pay you! I can…” His eyes suddenly went wide as the slime slid over his head. He started shaking his big backside and humping the air. When the slime pulled away he had a dopey expression on his face and a thousand-yard stare. I’d instructed it to make him a thousand times hornier and to drop his IQ.
“Last touches,” I said, giving my final orders through one last touch. The slime moved and reshaped, forming leather straps around his chest, rubber mitts on his hands and feet, a floppy-eared dog hood covering his face and a big butt-plug for a tail.
My new doggy wagged its new tail as it turned around in circles, trying to get a good look at itself. The slime was done feeding on him now. It was happy to remain in the shape of his pup-accoutrements for the time being. It would get hungry again, I knew, and by then I would have to determine if he’d been a good enough pup to keep around or not.
But until then, I would have my fun. I could close the shop for the day. My new pup was trotting around on all fours happily, hopping up and humping my leg with his smooth groin and licking my face.
“Much nicer!” I said. I gave his big, meaty rump a swat, grabbing a handful of it. Good lord, that thing had just the right layer of cushion over rock-hard muscle beneath! “Let’s go break you in, shall we?” He trotted toward the house. I would decide whether or not to sell his car or keep it for myself later; for now, I had a new toy to take for a test drive.
