Black Widow's Sexy New Symbiotic Catsuit

Chapter 3: Melting

Running into the locker room, Natasha quickly looked around. It was empty, perhaps a sign of just how late in the evening it had become.

Natasha sat down on a wooden bench that faced a mirror. She looked at herself, but more importantly she looked at her new catsuit: rubbery, flexible, so different… so unique, yet somehow there was a voice in Natasha's head told her there was something familiar about it…

Natasha swung her head down to look at her body and the mysterious suit that now covered it, overwhelmed by whatever it was that was happening to her.

"What the hell is this thing?" she asked.

Suddenly, as if coming to life, the suit seemed to take on a life of its own, dissolving into something more liquid-like and gooey. It was as if it was melting all over body. Natasha let out a yelp as this sticky, rubber-like substance seemingly formed into something new.

Natasha's jaw dropped as she saw her bare feet get overtaken, seemingly by the suit. The gooey, liquid material that her suit was turning into made its way to her hands and feet, covering them in an inky, warm mass.

The composition of the suit began to change as well. It was dissolving into something much tighter, something that felt even more like a second skin against her naked body: a membrane that was warm, rubbery, and silk-like all at once.

Natasha felt like moaning, it was just like the sensations she felt in the gymnasium a short time before. It felt good to have this material, whatever it was, all over her skin. She felt her nipples get aroused, but she had to focus away from that, open her eyes and realize that this thing had now covered every inch of her body, besides her head and neck, in an inky black mass.

"Oh, my God! HELP ME-" Natasha's cry could not be complete as, whatever it was, consumed her face, blinding her temporarily. She let out a whimper, wondering if this was truly the end for her.

She opened her eyes after a couple of seconds, wondering what she'd see on the other end. Amazingly, she still had vision. In fact, it was better than ever. She looked around, and focused on a piece of paper fluttering near the showers. Almost as if guided by subconscious, it zoomed in Natasha's vision in a way human eyes couldn't.

"Oh, my God!"

Almost as if triggered by the shock, her eyes resumed their normal, non-enhanced way of looking at things.

She looked down at herself, and saw the black mass that had taken over her all over her body. She moved one of her hands, hoping to pull whatever it was off, only to see that her fingers had become more claw-like.

"I got to get to a mirror…"

Natasha ran to the mirror nearby, and looked at herself. Standing there was her, covered from head-to-toe in a black, rubbery sort of catsuit. Her hair was covered, two red diamond-shaped eyes adorned her face, along with red patches on the backs of her hands. Her red black-widow's symbol was now snugged tightly between her breasts. She looked more muscular, with enhanced muscles in her abs, arms and legs. Her toes also appeared more claw-like. She wiggled them around, just to make sure they were really there. She looked at herself in profile, and saw her exposed ass-crack. She never thought her butt ever looked as good as did right now.

Natasha knew what she was dealing with now. The texture, the appearance, hiding as a normal piece of clothing…

"Oh, no," she said out loud. "A symbiote."

She then remembered the words Androvich had said to her earlier:

"It is survive… it on you!"

She began to wonder what had happened, why a symbiote had replaced her typical catsuit, but could not think on it too long before she heard the door open. She struggled with what to do. If anyone saw her like this, it was bound to raise some questions, questions Natasha herself couldn't even begin to know the answers to…

"Hello?" She recognized the voice as Maria Hill's. "Natasha? Are you in here?"

Maria walked down the stairs, as Natasha tried to think of something, anything, to avoid being caught like this. She closed her eyes, as if doing so could shut out both her predicament and the world.

"There you are! All ready to go?" Maria asked.

Natasha opened her eyes. She looked at her hands. They were fine, human once again. She looked down, and it appeared as if the symbiote had changed into her typical catsuit before Maria had time to suspect anything.

"Maria. Hi! Yes, yes, yeah, sorry, I, uh, I'm ready, yeah." Natasha said, relieved and struggling to adjust to the new reality. "You get checked out? I mean, I mean by the doctors, cuz you look… ready for duty?"

"Is something the matter, Natasha?"

"No, no, I just had… a real intense workout is all." Natasha replied on the spot.

"Well, c'mon then. Fury wants us in his office A.S.A.P." Maria said, as she led the still-anxious Natasha out of the locker room and towards Fury's office.

Fury faced away from Maria and Natasha walked into his office, Natasha still rattled by her experience with the apparently-symbiote suit that she was now wearing again.

"Agent Hill. Agent Romanoff."

Fury was using their last names, Natasha gulped, anxious of what was coming.

"You two are my best agents," Fury said, still facing away. "And now, I'm afraid that circumstances demand your immediate attention." Fury paused and breathed in deeply before announcing "We have a mole."

Maria was attentive, while Natasha squirmed in her seat. Would this have anything to do with the revelation that she was wearing a symbiotic catsuit?

"Androvich knew we were coming because someone told him we were coming. Someone told him we were coming because they KNEW we were coming!" Fury said, angry and defiant.

"Sir, only top level SHIELD executives would have access to such-"

"Exactly. ONLY top level SHIELD executives. Which is why I'm assigning both of you the case. Not just one." Fury finally turned around, his arms crossed. "Because I'm dealing with the distinct possibility that the mole could be someone in this room. Monitoring the top level people here means monitoring each other as well. Report any suspicious behavior you encounter, including from each other."

Maria and Natasha briefly glanced at one another before looking back at Fury and nodding in agreement. Natasha gulped yet again, knowing full well that what had happened in the gymnasium and the revelation of her suit's real nature in the locker room could very well count as "suspicious behavior."

Fury opened the door for the two of them, before stopping Natasha after Maria had already exited.

"Hey, are you okay? We had some guys passing the gym that thought you were screaming out? Were you in pain, or had some kind of accident during your decompression this afternoon?"

Thinking on her feet, Natasha answered. "Yeah… yeah… sorry, yeah, I, uh, thought I sprained myself, and-"

"Do you need to go to our physician?"

"Oh, no, no, no, I think I'm okay! Thanks, though!"

Natasha left Fury's office while Fury gazed at her, suspicious…

Natasha arrived home, still clothed in her catsuit, hoping to learn more about it away from SHIELD, particularly with the investigation into the mole happening.

Natasha examined herself in the mirror.

"There's got to be some way of activating it… Something…?"

After pressing and pulling on it to no avail, Natasha turned around to make sure the zipper was still there. Confirming it was, Natasha slowly took off the catsuit, stepping out of it slowly, examining it, looking for any clues that could reveal its potential origin. When it was off of her completely, Natasha found herself missing it, but instead put it folded on a chair.

Buck naked, Natasha put on her nighty poured herself a mixed drink and laid down on her sofa to watch some TV. It had been a long day, and she was starting to feel sleepy. Within minutes, her eyes seemed heavy, and she stretched, then relaxed her body, subconsciously preparing for sleep. Soon, she was fast asleep…

But her catsuit had other ideas.

Dissolving into something only vaguely resembling its original form, it slimed and shuffled towards the sleeping Natasha. When it was close enough, mustering all the energy it could, the symbiote jumped onto Natasha's sleeping body, ripping her nighty and rendering her nude, vulnerable. It spread all over her body, quickly.

For a little bit, the catsuit resembled what it did earlier in the day, still attached to Natasha as if she had never taken it off. But then, its "melting" like what Natasha saw in the locker room began again. It moved over her hands, feet, and head, while the catsuit became that much more comfortable, warm, gooey, rubber-like material indicative of a symbiote. Over her hands, the symbiote formed fingers that were a little more claw like than Natasha's regular appearance. Over her feet, it did the same to her toes.

Over her eyes, the symbiote put in place the diamond eye-shapes, and the black widow's symbol adorned Natasha's ample busem. The final touch, different than it was before, involved Natasha's hair. The symbiote melted into her scalp, revealing Natasha's long red hair, more luscious and beautiful than it was before.

The symbiote, now complete and in control of its unconscious host, got up, looked in the mirror to admire its new form, and then made for the window. With a flick of the wrist, the symbiote was now swinging on webs like those Spider-Man utilized, heading towards SHIELD headquarters for a mysterious mission…