Chapter 9: The Bank Robbery

It had been a few days since Putty landed on Earth, and in that time she had been fucking nonstop: Mary, Joan, and Pôia had become her personal little sluts, the dog Bulk had received several tongue baths, the farm horses had grown used to cumming liters inside her, and the chickens had turned into toys she shoved up her ass and pussy.

Every day was a marathon of shit, piss, vomit, and cum. The smell in the house was now permanent — a rotten, sweet mixture that no one there wanted to change.

Putty’s powers were also growing stronger. Her body was now almost indestructible, her strength increased every day, and her elasticity was absurd ... she could swallow things no human being could handle.

The craziest part? It seemed she could expel infinite amounts of fluids from her holes, as if she had a bottomless reservoir inside her body.

Recently she had noticed her agility and stamina were off the charts. She could run faster than any truck on the farm, jump over fences like they were steps, and never got tired. So she decided: she didn’t need the pickup truck to go to Gozopolis anymore ... she could just run.

Joan and Mary, worried about the Police after their last trip, when Putty had almost been arrested for public indecency, bought her new clothes. Fewer holes, more coverage, and all in latex ... Putty loved latex.

The new dress was blood-red, clinging to her like a second skin. It covered her tits, pussy, and ass ... but it was so tight that her nipples stood out like two throbbing, aggressive bulges, the folds of her cunt were clearly visible, and her asshole was perfectly outlined as if drawn on top of the fabric.

It was already late afternoon, the sky cloudy and heavy. Putty strolled through the streets of Gozopolis, looking at shop windows and catcalling women who passed by ... Everywhere she went, she became the center of attention. Men stopped, women blushed, everyone whispered. The latex dress shone under the lights, stuck to her sweaty body, highlighting every curve.

— Hey, sexy ... wanna taste an alien pussy? — Putty shouted at a brunette in high heels. The woman nearly tripped, laughed nervously, and walked faster.

Suddenly, a commotion ahead. Screams, people running, dry gunshots.

Curious, she followed the noise and arrived at a Bank. Customers and employees were lying face-down on the floor, hands behind their heads. In the middle of the hall, a woman with short black hair and a strand falling over one eye. Black clothes, high thin-heeled boots, gloves, and a cloth tied over her face covering her mouth and nose.

With a shotgun in her hands, she was threatening the Bank teller, a young woman with brown hair in a bun, wearing a tight uniform, with a look of controlled panic as she stuffed money into a large bag with a dollar sign on it.

The robber shouted: — Faster, bitch! Or I’ll blow your fucking head off!

It was a robbery in broad daylight, in the middle of the city, with no sign of the Police anywhere.

Putty smiled: — Beautiful! If they were so quick to arrest me for showing my ass in public, they would’ve shown up by now!

She kicked the front glass hard, shattering it into a thousand pieces with a huge crash. Everyone looked. The robber immediately turned the shotgun toward her.

— Who the fuck are you? What do you think you’re doing? Get on the ground now or I’ll kill you! — the robber screamed.