Early Saturday morning. Too early for most people to be awake. The streets of Lower Uptown were deserted, but that wasn’t an unusual sight these days.

There was a villain on the loose.

At least, that’s what people said. A few had appeared elsewhere in the past weeks and nothing else would seem to explain the disappearances. Unfortunately, Lower Uptown hadn’t been gifted a local superhero at the same time as their mysterious supervillain, and none of the nearby towns were keen to let theirs volunteer to look around the place with no real evidence of any kind. Once the police worked out what the problem was, they would send support, the local council said. Until then, let the police do their job. Until then, the people were alone.

One of those lonely people was Tom. Fortunately for Tom, there was one open shop at this hour. He’d spent most of the night at the pub and the rest of it collapsed on a local bench, having forgotten where he left his house. He was sure this was the one, but didn’t his have a roof? It certainly had far fewer pigeons. Regardless, Tom was in need of a good dose of hair-of-the-dog and by a grand stroke of luck, the local corner shop was also an offie.

Strangely, the place seemed to have two doors now. Walking into the glass next to the door, Tom decided to take a quick rest face-first on the ground before continuing his day. Nothing like the smell of wet concrete to wake up a man, along with this weird sticky stuff Tom seemed to have now picked up on his beard.

Now feeling refreshed, and noting that the shopkeeper had cleverly removed the non-functioning door, Tom entered the shop. He helpfully triggered the tinkle of a bell to announce his arrival – multiple times in fact as he greeted the door with a thorough handshake – and decided to walk directly into a young woman standing next to the magazine rack.

And what a rack! She was a knockout all right, proven both by the fact that Tom was woozy and lightheaded just in her presence, and the enormous tits with an arse to match. Tom had in fact just bounced off the side of said tits and was currently headed backwards into the door behind him. Still absolutely plastered, he cleverly chose to trip over his own feet and lay himself out on the floor, a fantastic angle for ogling this busty beauty. With naught else to do but stare, the pink-haired girl took up more of Tom’s attention than anything else he’d seen in the past week.

“Did you just try to cop a feel, you dirty perv?” The girl strode up to Tom and laid a fancy-looking shoe directly between his legs.

“Are you the new barmaid?” Tom slurred as he continued to direct his gaze and question at the mountainous tits in front of him, oblivious of the dangerous proximity of a red-heeled shoe to his crotch. “Two of your finest lagers, babe, for me and the lovely lady.”

“Fuck, you’re shitfaced! It’s Lacey, not ‘babe’, prick. You think I work in a fucking corner shop? As a barmaid?” Lacey reached a hand down towards Tom. “How the fuck’d you get my gum on your beard you wazzock? You been crawling around outside?”

“Felt like smelling the concrete.” Tom had miraculously refocused his eyes on the hand approaching his face. “Refreshing, innit?”

“You’re a drunk, gross pervert, you know that?” Lacey twirled a finger into Tom’s beard; the gum moulding around it. “But I’ve eaten stuff off the floor in a lot worse state before, so I guess you'll do.”

The gum around Tom’s beard had spread, covering the lower part of his face. As he went to open his mouth to ask if the girl was offering him a blowie, he realised he couldn’t. Odd, he’d been able to do that a minute ago. Maybe he’d just forgotten where his mouth was meant to be. Fumbling with his hands on his beard, Tom failed to locate his mouth, or even his beard hair in fact. The surface was instead smooth and a little bit sticky honestly. Had he shaved?

Meanwhile, Lacey had moved on to the reason for her visit: some petty larceny. She left behind a bubblegum shoe print as she removed her foot from between Tom’s legs. Locating the sweet section, Lacey quickly shoved the entire tray of packets of strawberry bubblegum into the expansive space between her bulging breasts.

“Young lady, I hope you intend on paying for those.” A voice called out from somewhere at the back of the shop.

“Like fuck I do, you nosy bastard!” Lacey called back. “Keep your eyes to yourself and go back to disappointing your mum!”

Lacey moved her eyes to the next shelf and exclaimed in glee. “Fuck yeah, you got the bubblegum tape in! The two-metre stuff too, not that pansy one-metre shit.”

Lacey quickly scooped up the rolls of gum, adding most of them to the stockpile in her cleavage. One packet she kept, cracking it open and bringing the end of the tape to her lips. With gratuitous finesse, she used her tongue to guide the strand between her lips, immediately beginning to masticate and draw the remaining length of gum into her mouth.

Her chewing was hypnotic, Tom noted as he watched the gum disappear. She was like a snake charmer, luring a powdery pink serpent with her glossy pink lips. The scent of the bubblegum was spreading, reaching out to Tom and engulfing him in the sickly-sweet scent of sugar. Maybe that was the gum immediately under his nose actually, as he went cross-eyed trying to watch it slowly advance up his face.

The sound of Lacey’s chewing was inordinately loud. Each snap of gum popped like a firecracker when her mouth opened, while each closure of her mouth brought forth a squelching of an unquestionably sexual bent. The look on her face certainly supported that idea as Lacey’s eyes rolled back in her head.

There was another sound too actually, now that Tom was listening. A high-pitched whining noise that seemed to pulsate in amplitude constantly. It synchronised with a low rumbling, both of the sounds seeming to come from Lacey herself.

“Hmm, think I’ve almost got it. Been practising this one for a couple of days, so if it pays off, you better be fucking impressed, you drunk perv.” Lacey slurped the last of the tape into her mouth and closed it, furiously chewing as her jaw extended to the extreme.

The bubble that came out as Lacey started blowing seemed perfectly normal at first, while the two strange noises were both getting louder and more frequent. When Lacey stopped blowing, the bubble was about 3 inches in diameter and the echoing rumbling had stopped. Pinching it off with her plush, pink lips, Lacey stuck out her tongue to rest the bubble on it.

When she turned back to Tom, the reason for the low rumbling was clear. Lacey had been growing. From his perspective on the floor, it had been difficult to see, but Lacey must have been pushing 7 feet now compared to her earlier, much more diminutive, stature. Her curves had also ballooned outwards, her hips wider, bubble butt more rotund and boobs defying logic by resting on her chest and not at her knees.

Leaning down, Lacey held her tongue directly in front of Tom’s face. His eyes disregarded her obvious attempts to corral their attention to her tongue though, instead seeking to be reunited with her cleavage. There, Tom found the first real indication that he might still be drunk. Between Lacey’s steadily growing tits was a tiny, naked woman held in a pink capsule on a gold chain, seemingly looking and waving at him. He didn’t want to seem rude, so he waved back.

“Urgh, ew uggin’ eep. Ook a ee.” Lacey slowly sounded out the words, but they were still nonsense. Her surprisingly long tongue was still stretched out and wrapped around the bubble.

Evidently, the girl was just as drunk as Tom, possibly even more so! Maybe that was why she seemed so into him. Lacey continued to lean forward as Tom fantasised about the things that her mouth might soon be doing to him. Lacey did too, though for a completely different reason.

Once more, the bell rang.

The door crashed into Tom as the gum on his face retreated to merely covering his lips. At the same time, Lacey quickly concealed the bubble inside her mouth with a vicious smirk and deflated back to her previous size. Unaware prey was always more fun.

“Fucking hell, mate! What are you doing down there?” Andy smirked down at Tom. “We thought we lost you last night!”

Shifting Tom’s dazed body aside with the door, Andy entered the shop, closely followed by Kylie, holding her heels in her left hand.

“You’re a fucking bastard, Tom.” Kylie aimed a kick at Tom’s back as she walked in. “Laura’s been worried sick all night. Have you even checked your phone?”

Ah, the pieces were coming back together now. Tom had gone to the pub after an argument with Laura. He’d been venting to the couple in front of him, who had then left to go to some local club.

After that, it had just been one drink after another.

“What the fuck is all over your face?” Kylie leaned down to check. “Is that lipstick?”

A quick glance up at Lacey confirmed the matching lip shades. Lacey took the opportunity to pucker her lips and blow a kiss at Andy, who had taken Tom’s former position of ogling her tits. With a disgusted scoff, Kylie slapped her boyfriend.

“Oi! What was that for?” Andy protested.

“Tom’s cheating on Laura with this skank and all you can do is stare at her tits?” Kylie thrust a finger into Andy’s chest as she advanced on him.

The door closed.

Lacey’s smile grew.

“What are you smirking at, slut? He’s got a girlfriend. She’ll fuck you up if she knows you’ve been snogging him.” Kylie glared at Tom. “Right after we get done beating this waste-of-space’s arse.”

“Why didn’t you go home, mate?” Andy asked, far more diplomatically.

“He was busy with me, obvs,” Lacey sneered. “All. Night. Long.”

“You fucking bitch!” Kylie lunged at Lacey.

Lacey spat her gum into Kylie’s face.

Kylie screamed as the gum seeped into her pores. It sought out the gaps between her cells, first filling those and then moving on to brazenly attack and replace her cell membranes. To an outside observer, Kylie's skin had just been dyed a pale shade of pink. For Kylie, it felt like she had just been dipped into treacle.

The irate woman faltered in her assault, stumbling over Tom’s body and dropping her heels.

Actually, perhaps ‘dropping’ is the wrong term.

Kylie’s fingers now lacked both the solidity and the strength to hold their own form, let alone any objects held within. The straps of the shoes stretched out the crooks of her fingers, extending her digits into a thin, taffy layer that only stopped thinning when Kylie hit the ground with a muffled splat.

Andy stared down at his girlfriend, who occasionally squirmed as she lay sprawled across Tom and only barely maintained a humanoid shape.

“Hah!” Lacey callously mocked. “Pathetic little bitch.”

The pink-haired girl reached into her back pocket and fetched a long plastic straw.

“Watch this, fuckers.”

Andy had gone pale watching the horror show in front of him. He hesitated, conflicted as to what he should do. What was even happening?

Eventually, Andy tried to step forward to intercept Lacey. That proved to be impossible. Firstly, because Lacey's straw had already reached the pink blob that still slightly resembled Kylie, and secondly, because Andy’s feet now seemed to be stuck in place.

With a horrendous slurping noise from Lacey’s mouth and accompanied by a gurgling scream that vibrated through Kylie’s body, the pink formerly-Kylie strawberry-bubblegum creature was sent racing up the straw, one excruciating millimetre at a time.

Noises that truly shouldn’t be coming from bubblegum formed an orchestral cacophony. A series of pops that spoke of dislocated joints. A squelching of polymers that belied the presence of torn tendons and lacerated ligaments. A plastic squeaking evoked the image of collagen being wiped lazily but forcibly across a sheet of acrylic, a nightmare of incredibly vivid sounds that gave no question as to their origin.

Kylie was being broken apart, piece by piece.

Wails of pain were the next sounds, ones that were abruptly cut off as Kylie’s vocal cords were stretched beyond the range of human ears. The sound would stay with Andy until his own imminent death though.

“Young lady,” the shopkeeper shouted from the other end of the shop, “you will be leaving now, with all of your vulgarities and none of my merchandise!”

Without even turning around, Lacey reached out her arm behind her and stretched.

Lacey’s arm shot across the shop, through the displays, and straight onto the chest of the elderly shopkeeper. He cried out in shock as he hurtled back through the stock, bashing his head on boxes of cereal and smashing his arms through bottles of wine. When he reached Lacey, she shot out her arm in the other direction, sending him crashing into the confectionary shelves. Her arm came away, but her hand remained behind, pinning his body to the wall, his legs dangling helplessly a metre off the ground with his head near the ceiling. 

The hand that Lacey had left behind lost its shape immediately, dripping down the torso of the trapped, screaming shopkeep. Where it landed, a pool of dense pink liquid grew, distorting the world around it as though it were slowly steaming, a haze of subtle pink fog drifting from the floor.

All the while, Lacey ignored her latest captive, focusing on the one forming a chewable snack in her mouth. The end of her arm morphed, reforming her hand as she experimentally wiggled her new fingers with a self-satisfied smirk.

One final slurp took the rest of Kylie’s gummified body into Lacey’s mouth.

Lacey chewed with an open mouth as she flicked her used straw at Tom. For the first few cycles, not much seemed to change. Andy and Tom stared at her, frozen in terror and in gum, more of which had spread across each of their bodies as Lacey’s feet oozed over her heels, split from her body and slithered across the floor.

“Keep watching, pervs. You’ll love this next bit.”

Inside Lacey’s mouth, a metamorphosis was occurring. The puddle of nondescript gum was actually gaining a shape, rather than losing it, as the sweet was mangled by Lacey’s teeth. First, five strands extended from the body of the gum, tendrils forming limbs and a torso, with an exaggerated neck leading to a head-blob. 

Each subsequent chew added more definition. The torso took on an hourglass shape, and bubbles spread from the front of the top half and the back of the bottom, giving the impression of balloon-like breasts and a pronounced posterior. The arms and legs lengthened to proportionally suitable sizes, each sprouting their own tendrils that began to become digits on the next chew. Fine, wispy filaments split from the head, attempting to separate themselves and function independently. After a few chews of failing to do this, Lacey’s face took on a more annoyed expression and the nascent hair took on a different style, collecting back together to become a princess cut, formed of one solid mass of gum.

“Fucking hell, that was a right bitch,” Lacey groaned. “Makes fucking sense though. Hair is always the worse to style.”

Lacey stuck out her tongue.

Standing on the tip, wobbling precariously, was a miniature replica of Kylie, albeit one with an incredibly pink skin tone and a different haircut.

Both Andy and Tom gaped in awe.

“Uggin’ ud, ain’ it?” Lacey sounded out.

Closing her mouth, Lacey used her tongue to place the miniature Kylie against her cheek.

“I keep fucking outdoing myself.” Lacey glared down at the enraptured men. “Not that either of you two have even said a word.”

“What,” Andy stuttered, “what did you do?”

“You’re both thick as shit, ain’tcha?” Lacey leaned in, letting her body swell again as she chewed on her new snack. Her voice was tinged with a high-pitched squealing now. Inside Lacey’s mouth, Kylie had remembered how to scream and was evidently making good use of her new vocal cords.

“I turned her into an itty-bitty little bubblegum girl.”

“You can’t…” Andy looked horrified and was struggling to articulate himself.

Tom, on the other hand, knew exactly the issue and was ready to re-enter the conversation.

“Yeah! How’re they gonna have fuck if she’s that small!” Tom exclaimed.

Lacey burst into laughter. Not mocking this time, but a genuine, terrifying belly laugh.

“What a good point!” Lacey replied, mid-chuckle. “I can’t believe I didn’t consider that.”

Carefully arranging her tongue, Lacey stuck Kylie’s body out the front of her mouth and started to blow.

Kylie’s screams lowered in pitch as her body expanded, daggers of pain racing across her nerves as the space within her body stretched out, thinning the outmost layer of her skin to accommodate her increase in height. After a mere few seconds, Kylie’s body was the size of Lacey’s face, and soon after Kylie’s bare arse was sliding over the surface of Lacey’s tits, replacing the pained shrieking with a rubbering screeching instead.

The shopkeeper had gone quiet too, now noticing that Lacey appeared to be blowing an entire woman out of her mouth. The shop was still, never silent though, as Kylie approached her previous height.

With a final pucker of her lips, Lacey let the fully re-inflated Kylie drop from her mouth.

Andy stared at his girlfriend.

“What the fuck are you doing!” Kylie yelled in Andy’s face. “She ate me! She ate me and you did nothing!”

“Pretty shit boyfriend if you ask me,” Lacey quipped. “You should probably just eat him. Or at least give him a blowjob and swallow.”

“The fuck?” Kylie spun on her rubberised heel, whirling around multiple revolutions before finally facing Lacey. “Why would I do that?”

“Why are all of you dumb fucks so dumb?” Lacey prodded Kylie’s belly and it deflated slightly, bouncing back when her finger moved away. “Want to stay that size? You’re gonna need to eat. Otherwise…”

Lacey mimed a deflating balloon as she pushed out her cheeks.

“Why the fuck wouldn’t I eat you, you man-stealing whore?” Kylie tried to lunge at Lacey again but failed to get a good grip on the floor. Her body was just too light.

“One, I’d beat your fucking arse. Two, if I die, you die too now.” Lacey shrugged. “Probably.”

“You’re full of shit,” Kylie countered.

“Fuck, don’t believe me if you like.” Lacey reached out and pinched Kylie’s nipple, making a small tear. “Just watch.”

Air began to escape through the hole, with Kylie deflating inch by inch. Her eyes went wide with shock as she tried to patch up her punctured tit.

“Uh oh,” Lacey mocked. “Looks like some dumb bitch needs to eat something or she might die. Gonna eat your boyfriend or kill yourself, bitch?”

With a gesture from Lacey, the gum that had been spreading over Andy’s body latched on his clothing, dissolving it and leaving an exposed, and very erect, Andy on full display.

When Kylie managed to turn back around, she was pissed.

“Fucking dammit, Andy!” Kylie screamed at him as Lacey cackled. “Why the fuck are you hard!?”

“Can’t… help…” Andy winced out the words as the gum constricted around his neck. “Hot… girls… alert…”

“For fuck’s sake!” Kylie exclaimed as Lacey pushed her forward onto Andy’s crotch.

Her rubber lips wrapped around her boyfriend’s cock and sealed tightly. Always eager to be helpful, or sow more chaos, Lacey used her gum to guide Andy’s hands to Kylie’s tits. With a swift and firm pinch, Andy widened the split in Kylie’s left breast and created a new one in her right.

“Oops. Looks like you’re gonna need to make him cum fast,” Lacey taunted.

A sound that was likely a “Fuck you!” resonated through Kylie’s body as she fervently tried to cling on to her size and her life. Her mouth had the texture of a lubricated condom, while her teeth acted as stimulating ridges within. Knowing Andy, Kylie imagined that he would only last for a minute, tops.

Would that be enough time?

Kylie became so engrossed in her life-or-death blowjob that she missed what was happening behind her. Still attached to the wall, but only just, the shopkeeper was staring in horror at the ominous pink pit that was forming on the floor below him. The dripping gum seemed to have some intelligence, repositioning itself with every one of his motions, preparing to receive him when he finally dropped. Lacey, meanwhile had just extended a hand to grab a chunk of the gum and was rolling it between her finger and thumb.

Lacey moved the gum down to the base of her thumb, then slowly stretched it back up with her pink fingernail, creating a thin pink surface in the circular gap between her finger and thumb. Then, she tilted her head back and lifted her hand over her mouth, as though taking an invisible shot, with the circle of gum positioned just over her oral abyss.

The surface of the gum circle underneath the shopkeeper changed.

Now, it was no longer a pink, lightly steaming stain on his floor. It had just become a pink, lightly steaming portal into Lacey’s throat.

The shopkeeper began screaming again as the last of the gum holding him to the wall fell away. As soon as his shoes touched the slimy surface of the bubblegum portal, they dissolved, along with his socks, trouser and the rest of his clothing as it passed through. His body, on the other hand, stretched.

At least, that’s what it felt like. There wasn’t really another way to describe it, other than it felt like being crammed up against a crowd of people in a train carriage, with more people entering than leaving at every stop, every one of them insisting on encroaching on one another’s space on their mission to get elsewhere as soon as possible.

Which is also what his lower body seemed to be doing at that very moment.

The shopkeeper’s legs had physically dissociated from his torso, but he could still feel them kicking against the smooth wetness of Lacey’s tongue. She playfully batted them back and forth as the rest of his body descended through the bubblegum mire. Reaching out his arms, the shopkeep tried to claw at solid ground. His fingertips scratched the linoleum tiles, but the strength in his fingers had no hope of exceeding the force of suction on his lower body.

Then, he got stuck.

Lacey didn’t seem to notice. Either that, or she didn’t care. Or maybe she had actually intended for it to happen. In any case, the shopkeeper’s rotund stomach had blocked his further progress through the portal.

That didn’t stop his legs from continuing their progress though.

The hoarse screams amplified as the shopkeeper’s hips fractured. His midsection was being ripped apart. Teeth gnashed at his thighs, dragging his lower half further from his upper half. The bubblegum around the edges of the pit surged inwards, attempting to force the rest of him through. Perhaps it would have even been a mercy. As it was, his body made it through eventually.

In two pieces.

Lacey almost gagged on the surprise doubling of the number of expected morsels, but shrugged it off and gulped them both down nonetheless.

“How’s it going, Bubble Bitch?” Lacey turned back to Kylie, having swallowed her snack. “Need some help finishing him off?”

Andy was close. He desperately wanted to cum, but he knew that something bad was about to happen if he did.

“Bollocks is he still holding out!” Lacey exclaimed. “Should’ve fucking saved him for later.”

Kylie ignored Lacey, having tuned out everything else going on around her. All she knew was that her body had shrunk to almost a quarter of her normal size and that pretty soon she was going to be the size of an actual condom on her boyfriend’s dick. She liked the guy, sure. And he was a superb fuck. But there was no way that she was dying for him. If he didn’t cum inside of her soon, she’d happily eat him at this point for forcing her into this position.

“Y’know, I never got why people call them blowjobs. Fucking stupid, honestly.” Lacey smirked at the still-intoxicated Tom. “Wanna find out what a real blowjob is like?”

Using her gum to lift Tom into the air, Lacey stood him next to Andy and got onto her knees.

“Let’s play a game, Bubble Babe. You get yours first, you get to be my new playmate.” Lacey waited for her gum to dissolve Tom’s trousers, then ran her tongue all over his dick, evolving it from semi-erect to rock hard in an instant. “If I win, you get to be my new toy.”

“Ready, steady, blow!” Lacey cried out.

Kylie upped her game, now able to use her entire flexible body on Andy’s enormous cock. She had no idea how Lacey intended to use her, but she sure as hell had no intention of finding out. From the inside of her body, she used her lower limbs to massage Andy’s cockhead while she pushed her breasts into his shaft. There was one more thing she could do, something that she was sure would put Andy over the edge. It was too late to back out now, this was all or nothing.

Lamenting that she hadn’t been brave enough to try this earlier and now wracked with the fires of desperation, Kylie stretched out her body one final time, tearing apart her fragile skin and forcing her mouth over Andy’s balls. She bit down, hard, using her teeth, her tongue, her lips, anything in the general vicinity of her mouth, to massage his testicles.

Andy grunted and Kylie knew she’d done it.

His seed shot out, coating the inside of her body and filling the empty space with virile, energy-rich ejaculate. Immediately, Kylie’s body began to process it, still repairing the damage to her skin and forcing the fluids to remain within her, then expanding her body rapidly, an extra-small condom on an extra-large cock.

It didn’t end there though.

When Kylie got to the point of thinking that Andy might have finished, she didn’t feel full. She didn’t feel anywhere near it, in fact. Her body was barely even a third of her regular size and she was still at risk of deflating if someone pinched her too hard. She couldn’t even control her own limbs properly yet!

Kylie needed more.

So, she just kept sucking, drawing more and more of the contents of Andy’s balls into her body. Her tongue flattened and then curled around itself, forming a narrow cylinder. She latched it onto the tip of Andy’s cock and then sucked, a powerful and narrow airflow to vacuum every single drop of essence from Andy.

Andy screamed. His balls shrivelled then collapsed. His cock followed, permanently sealing the passage to his baby-makers. His legs gave out from the pain and Kylie clambered on top of him, still ravenously draining him of anything he had to give, willingly or otherwise.

But worse for Andy, Kylie let a little of her new self into him.

When that happened, there was nothing that he could do to stop her. His body as a whole began to liquefy, his flesh and bones becoming just as easy to slurp up as his semen. Kylie noticed, some way into the process, but she didn’t care at this point. He’d gotten her into this mess, insisting they go look for Tom, refusing to cum in her mouth in a suitable timeframe, deciding to taste so fucking delicious.

Ten seconds later, Andy was gone, his body used to reinforce Kylie’s.

And, with incredibly convenient timing, Tom was about to explode too.

Lacey had stayed true to her aim of giving a ‘proper blowjob’. First, she’d layered Tom’s insides with gum, sealing him tight to trap any air inside. Then, she’d started blowing. It hadn’t taken long until the increasing air pressure in Tom’s prostate had displaced all of the seminal fluid, and the contents of his balls followed soon after. Now, his reproductive organs were overfilled with air and strained to remain intact.

Which just meant that the rest of his body started deforming instead.

Looking at Tom, Kylie felt a wash of disgusted curiosity wash over her. Surely not? Surely, Tom wasn’t about to literally explode from a blowjob.

He was.

Tom’s last thoughts weren’t of his girlfriend. Laura remained forgotten in the back of his drunken mind. They weren’t of Andy or Kylie and their uncertain fate. He didn’t think about Lacey either, or the fact that he had just experienced the best, most excruciatingly, ball-burstingly erotic orgasm of his entire life.

Tom’s last thoughts were a lament at the many bottles of alcohol he saw broken across the shop and his final, unfulfilled desire to get another drink.

Tom’s body exploded, showering the shop with fragments of his skin, blood with significantly higher-than-usual alcohol content, and the gory remains of his organs. The bubble inside him popped simultaneously, splattering more but quickly worked its way back towards Lacey, rejoining her body.

The place was a mess. Shelves lay trashed on the floor, half of which had been dissolved by bubblegum, and Tom had stained the entire place worse than most abattoirs.

“Fuck, the day’s barely started and it’s already a banger.” Lacey snorted at her own joke.

The pink-haired girls turned to face each other.

“You’re the fucking serial killer,” Kylie needlessly pointed out.

“At least someone fucking got it, even if it is the woman who just murdered and ate her boyfriend.” Lacey smiled a cruel and devious smile. “You won though. Don’t that make you happy?”

“Oh my fucking days!” Kylie cursed. “No, I ain’t happy! He wasn’t even that much of a prick!”

“Had a pretty huge prick, though.”

“Fuck you. Fuck off with your bullshit and your fucking superpower murder spree.”

“Babe,” Lacey grinned, “we’re playmates now. We’re in this together.”

Kylie looked around the shop. Sure, she’d caused some of the mayhem, but only because of Lacey.

“Fuck you, I’m turning myself in. And I’m narcing on you.”

“Do you even know my fucking name? It’s Lacey, by the way. With an ‘e’. Don’t let the idiots get it wrong when they write it down.” Lacey thought for a moment. “Actually, ’ll come with. Been planning on getting caught for an age, but the cops are morons.”

“Is this a fucking game to you!?”

“Yeah.” Lacey shrugged. “And I’m fucking ballin’ it.”

Kylie left the corner shop furious at everything. Some at Lacey, some at Andy, some at Tom, but mostly she was furious at the growing hunger within her body.

“Y’know you look like a fucking cartoon character right now, right?” Lacey prodded Kylie’s bare breast, causing it to wobble about. “Or, actually, just some fucking porno cartoon. You look fucking hilarious.”

“Get off my tit, you absolute skank.” Kylie looked down. She did look a little ridiculous.

“Okay, fine. I’m going home to get clothes first. Then I’m turning you in.”

“Sounds fun,” Lacey smirked. “Can’t wait to see how that goes.”

It was still early on Saturday morning. People were just starting to wake up, but many would be too scared to leave their houses until they saw others walking past. There was, after all, a villain on the loose.

A villain who had just made herself a reluctant new sidekick.