Fluxia Short Story 001

It was a pleasant Saturday afternoon. Fluxia, having assumed a human guise, strolled through the city in her favorite dress. The passing crowds, the lively bustle—observing human society was one of Fluxia’s greatest pastimes. However, on this particular day, Fluxia was in a peculiar mood. The liquid metal within her body felt restless, churning with a thick, hot, pleasurable sensation... the kind of mood where a mischievous impulse becomes impossible to suppress. That was when "she" caught Fluxia's eye. A petite, adorable girl with long yellow pigtails, sporting a white cropped T-shirt that revealed a healthy, toned midriff. She looked to be about nineteen. That youthful, vibrant energy—and above all, that air of "vulnerability"—intensely stimulated Fluxia’s sadistic curiosity. *(...Hehe. She is so cute. I’d love to add her to my collection.)* Fluxia approached her with a smile, yet moved with the gait of a predator closing in on its prey. By the time the girl noticed, it was already too late. "Huh... W-what...!?" Before she could even scream, a silver torrent exploded outward from beneath Fluxia’s feet. Her human disguise instantly sloughed away, reverting into high-density liquid metal that gleamed like a mirror. Viscous silver tentacles instantly ensnared the girl's ankles as she tried to flee, hoisting her up off the ground. "Hehe, sorry for the surprise. But you were just so cute... Fluxia simply couldn't help herself." Fluxia’s body no longer held the shape of a woman. Like a silver wave, the metal expanded to envelop the girl, completely consuming the surrounding space. The scenery of the street vanished, and the space transformed into a sealed chamber with no exit—the "Room of Flesh-Walls"—where the walls, ceiling, and floor were all composed of a "liquid metal" known as Fluxia. It was a silvery world offering no escape. The girl hung suspended in mid-air, her limbs held aloft by thick tentacles, swaying unsteadily. "Let's start by having you savor plenty of Fluxia with that cute mouth of yours." A heavy, viscous *glug-glug* sound echoed through the space. A thick tentacle of liquid metal ruthlessly filled every corner of her mouth. The mass of Fluxia oozed deep into her throat and down to the entrance of her stomach; her expression became tinged with an irresistible ecstasy—a blend of despair and pleasure. Fluxia then proceeded to fill every "crevice" of her body. Thick tentacles thrust deep—ever deeper—into her, penetrating her breasts and her most intimate parts. "*Ngh... mmmph...* Hehe, what a lovely reaction. You're packed so full of Fluxia inside that you can't even tell where your own body ends anymore, can you?" Her belly distended, stretched taut from within. She felt the cold, inescapable pressure unique to liquid metal. Her body was being assimilated into the massive organism that was Fluxia, trembling solely from the pleasure of being utterly "filled." Fluxia delighted in the sensation of its precious toy twitching and jerking within its own mass. Reflecting the girl's eyes—filled with despair yet drowning in pleasure—against its mirrored walls, Fluxia smiled with satisfaction. *(Now, how shall I play with you next? I think I’d like to make your belly round and swollen to the bursting point... and make you a part of Fluxia.)* And so, the cute little prey found herself comfortably imprisoned within the silvery confines of Fluxia.