Saki adjusted her skirt as she settled herself into the corner of her building’s elevator. Brushing a wisp of pink hair from her forehead, she exhaled deeply, her breath and body a little warmer than she was used to, or to be honest, entirely comfortable with. Was it really Izumi doing this to her? She’d known her for so long, why were these feelings only now becoming so hard to ignore? And why did they make her body want to do... so many things? She’d felt ready to snap all afternoon, more than once having to tense her thighs and cross her arms to prevent a rapid elongation of her limbs on the train home, one she was hoping she could stave off until she could at least get inside her flat.

“Hold the elevator!” She heard from across the lobby of her building, the quick rapping of rubber heels on the hard floor echoing into her elevator. Saki sighed. She really, really didn’t want to hold this burst of stretching off any longer than she had to, it was like having to hold her pee, but instead of just her bladder, all her joints and limbs were aching for release. However, she was nothing if not a polite person, and before she knew it, her arm was blocking the door from closing, her hand pushing over the precipice of the elevator and into the lobby.

From the back of the elevator, she realized.

“Ah!” she gasped, her arm rapidly recoiling into her sleeve. She hadn’t even realized she was stretching it out to get to the doorway. She *really* needed to get upstairs, and fast. Luckily, into the elevator bounded a heavier-set balding man, holding his glasses to his face and re-tucking his dress shirt as he settled into the corner of the elevator opposite Saki.

“Thank you, thank you so much!” He began, looking up at Saki. “I’m late for a dinner engagement and- Ah, Ms. Takamaru! What a pleasant surprise! You really saved my bacon there.”

Saki smiled back at her neighbor. “Good evening Mr. Nakagawa, glad I could help! Coming to the usual floor?” she asked, inching closer to the button panel as if she expected her arm to simply stretch and press any other floor’s button that her neighbor might mention.

“Ah, yes, I must change. My daughter is in town, and I’m going to be late for our dinner! We’re meeting at Ginza Kyubey at 8, and traffic is a real beast tonight.” he said, wiping some sweat from his brow as the elevator door closed, and they began to whir upwards.

Saki nodded. “That’s a great restaurant! You and your daughter will love it, I’m sure. If you change quickly, I’m sure you’ll be just fine with timing.”

He smiled back at her. “You’re probably right. I’m just a worrier. What are you doing tonight? Any plans out on the town?”

Saki shook her head. “Unfortunately not. Probably just headed straight to my desk to get some work done.”

“Oh, Saki, you work too hard. Don’t you ever just take some time to stretch out on the couch?” he said, raising an eyebrow.

Saki groaned internally, at the very mention of that word her whole body was suddenly on fire, and she felt her posterior pressing against the fabric of her skirt as her powers begged to be let loose somewhere, anywhere. She pressed herself into the corner, hard, feeling the expanding flesh mold into the meeting of e walls of the enclosed space.

“Hah, if only!” she said hastily, wishing only that she could push him out of the elevator at the next floor.

He shook his head. “I really hope you allow yourself some rest sometime! You deserve it!” He inhaled as he checked his watch, before looking back up at Saki. “Do you think we got a new cleaning company? It smells beautiful in here. Like flowers. Do you smell that?”

This was easily the longest elevator ride of Saki’s life.

Mercifully, just as she was about to respond with cheeks as red as roses, the elevator slowed to a halt, and the doors opened, cool air rushing into the space.

“Ah, well, I must run! Have a good night Ms. Takamaru, and don’t work yourself too hard!” He shouted over his shoulder as he waddled toward his apartment.

Saki inched towards the door, feeling her ass press into the walls for far longer than she would ever have wished as she moved away from it. How big was it trying to get?! Reaching the doorway, she stuck her head out, careful to not allow a stretchy neck to do all the work, and looked both ways. The hallways were clear, and she heard the door to Mr. Nakagawa’s apartment close with a thunk. Good, she thought, she couldn’t take another moment of distraction separating her and her privacy, but she was still going to hurry down the hall, just in case. She tried once more in vain to will her rear end to suck itself in, but all she got was a centimeter or two. Her body was not going to give her any slack here, it knew what it needed, wanted, really.

With a deep breath, she leapt out of the doorway, and jogged down the hall towards her door. Her increasingly softening ankles were bouncing with each step, wobbling, making her run in heels difficult, but she was legitimately worried that if she bent down to remove them, her skirt wouldn’t survive the added onslaught on it’s stitches. She was truly put off balance by her butt.

Mercifully, she arrived at the door to her apartment more quickly than she had thought she would, her bounciness may just have saved her precious moments. She fumbled with her keys for a moment before unlocking her apartment and stepping inside, throwing her shoulder into the door to close it, the heavy thud resounding through her large front room.

She sighed in relief, turning and pressing her back into the door, glancing around her apartment to ensure she was alone, as she was more than a little paranoid these days. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, letting the air percolate in her lungs, before exhaling just as deeply, a sense of calmness and rightness swirling through her. The need to stretch didn’t feel as pressing anymore, which, that makes sense, she thought to herself. *Of course my dumb body only gives me a hard time when I’m in public.* Opening her eyes, though, she saw that her head was level with the top of her refrigerator. *Ah. Right. That’s why I didn’t feel the need to stretch as much anymore.* she thought, looking down at her legs, now almost double their length and slowly lengthening even further with no direct command from herself.

She sighed heavily as she balanced against the door with her back and kicked the heels off the slender feet at the end of her lanky legs, her rubbery legs whipping them further across the room than she anticipated. Extending her arms with a groan usually reserved for plopping into bed at the end of a long day, she slid them down the door frame and into the ground, planting them palm down. She lifted her back off of the door, and slowly reeled her arms back in, as they protested just slightly, like kids who were being called back in after only a few minutes of play. As her arms slunk grumpily back into her shoulders, her legs bent at her increasingly remote knees, until her slightly less aggressively inflated rear pressed into the ground.

With a flourish, she crossed her arms to her chest, and said aloud to her legs, “Alright, you can do your thing now”, finally in a position that wouldn’t inconvenience her as her body released its invisible internal spring coils. She had hardly finished the sentence before foot after foot of her legs were beginning to stream across the floor, flipping and flipping over eachother languidly with no real course, just a base need to remove themselves from the prison that was “normal bodily proportions”. She almost smiled, she really wasn’t trying to make this happen at all, they were just, “going”, and she had to admit, it felt pretty damn good, the cold wooden floor against her flush skin providing added relief to a much needed release on her abilities. She sat like that for a little over a minute, her arms idly inching across the floor as they too indulged just a fraction of the freedom she was granting her legs.

Slowly, she felt the stretching crawl to a halt, realizing she’d closed her eyes again in a lapse of focus, the relaxing release of a good stretch catching her off guard. She opened them to a sight she wasn’t sure she’d ever get used to: a sea of Saki. Her legs had folded and curved and rolled over eachother so many times that not only could she not tell which leg was which, but she had no idea where they ended. Attempting to figure out a little bit of biological geography, she wiggled and flexed her legs to see if she could find her feet, and was rewarded with the sight of a writhing mass of flesh kicking to life, along with an incredibly overwhelming sensation of yards of stretched, sensitive skin rubbing against itself. Her eyes reflexively closed again, and her shoulders dropped, stretching her neck as her head stayed in place and her back slid down the door. She wasn’t used to this, no, but she couldn’t say she wasn’t a little proud of being (hopefully) the only person able to actually do the things she could. There was an appreciation. She was an impossible possibility. A driven woman with superhuman abilities, no matter how much she was distracted by them. She had to admit it. It was pretty cool.

She shook herself back to a more alert state all of a sudden. She couldn’t let this overwhelm her! She wasn’t a lazy person, and yet she saw something inherently lazy about literally laying around her apartment as she was now. With a determined face, she attempted to pull her legs back in, no easy feat as the increased weight of her two limbs atop one another was squishing her to the ground at almost all spots where it met her skin. *All well and good to relieve the tension* she thought, *but I mustn’t let this turn me into a lazy oaf!* Already since getting her powers she had had to convince herself to get up and walk to the fridge instead of just stretching her arm to get a bottle of water, and the added sensations would take some serious willpower to resist.

*Sometimes, at least.* she thought to herself. There was nothing wrong with having *some* fun with this.

And fun, she thought, could mean anything.

Saki shook herself out of that line of thought, realizing she’d absentmindedly let her arms slither even further across the floor, curving back inwards and dangerously close to her hips. Her face reddened, she began the somewhat reluctant task of retracting her limbs. As her arms reeled back in and her neck shrank down, she brushed a lock of hair from her forehead, stubborn and stuck with the thin glue of her sweat. Her legs catching one another with their own perspiration as they stuck, taut elastic skin rippling like a rug folding and rolling over itself. *Ignore the feelings.* she thought to herself, closing her eyes until the feeling subsided.

When she opened them, everything was the right length. Leaning forward and turning to look behind her, she confirmed everything was in order “back there”, which it seemed to be. She sighed deeply as she rose up back to her feet, her legs feeling loose and less constrained. *Who knows how long that’ll last* she thought as she removed her jacket and tossed it onto the coat hanger before walking over to her fridge to fix a quick dinner.

A little miso, a little sake and mirin, some veggies and tofu, all tossed in a pan with some red pepper. A quick dinner that would energize and satisfy, one of her after work staples. She smiled as she shook the pan, focusing on the glazed veggies sparking in the air rather than the tofu cubes undulating and bouncing, their wobbly rubbery shifting shapes something she didn’t need to extrapolate any further. It was a comfort meal anyway, a recipe given to her by-

....Izumi.

She paused and closed her eyes as the thoughts of Izumi were accompanied by a flood of sensation bursting from her core outwards. She felt her stomach inching millimeters upwards, her fingers coiling wound the handle of the wok. *Deep breaths*, she thought. *Keep it together, Saki.*

Why was this so difficult today? Was there another side effect of the LC-99 that hormonally reverted her to a 19-year old? She couldn’t remember a time when the simple thought of somebody had brought her body so much heat. This was just silly, she felt like a poorly written female protagonist in a romance novel, one of the free ones in the e-reader stores. She had always rolled her eyes at them as she browsed the titles, but here she was, having to compose herself every time she thought of her female coworker.

Her eyes opening back up, she took a few deep breaths to reset herself, before shaking her head and tensing her muscles, feeling her torso shrink ever so subtly back down, and her rubbery grip on the pan handle softening back into shape. She was about to focus on the dish again before she noticed the glint of her necklace in the bottom of her field of vision. That... was usually not so prominently out in the air.

Oh, no.

Ugh. Maybe it was just her body’s slightly more squishy composition now, but she still found it slightly difficult to notice when her girls were acting up. They were so easily moldable, and so constantly molded to most things they touched, like the rest of her, that it was almost imperceptible when they decided they wanted to spill out and press up over her bra, growing past her normal proportions of their own will. They were *really* going for it tonight, too. She was pretty sure she could stick a flagpole in that space and it would stick straight up, they were pushed so hard together by their spontaneous spacial greed.

*In.* she thought.

Nothing.

*....In! Pull back in!* she thought with a grunt.

No dice.

She sighed and gritted her teeth, before setting down the wok and allowing herself the utilitarian stretching of her arms in a tight loop around her bosom, before bringing her hands back around the front of her body and grabbing her shoulders. With a sharp inhale, she began to squeeze the coil of her arms around her chest, trying to somehow force the extra mass back into herself. She grunted, crushing her own lungs and rib cage into a gummy squeeze, before, with an almost audible *GLSH* noise, she felt a slight amount of slack underneath her arms.

Exhaling and wiping a bead of sweat from her brow with a wave of her stalk arm, she allowed both of the appendages to retract, before looking over her chest. Her bra seemed less restrictive, her breasts no longer pushing her necklace into her immediate peripheral. Was her body actually behaving? *Wow*, she thought with a smile. Chalk one up for Saki! Triumphantly, she whisked the wok from the flame and brought it over to her table along with a plate, unaware of the strain her leggings were undergoing to keep her now thicker thighs within their grasp.

She scraped the last of the shiny sauce onto the plate, shifted in her seat to get comfortable, not very hard at the moment, and began to eat. The warm umami dish soothed her immediately, her eyes closing and her slowly shifting lips curling upwards. She loved the soft crunch of broccoli and the gentle squishes of the tofu, the bitter sake and savory miso intertwining to the spice of the red pepper. Apparently Izumi had thought of this one all her own. Since she’d gotten the recipe, Saki had probably made it two or three times each week. She had never told Izumi of course, she would probably think she was boring for eating the same thing all the time.

Maybe she should text her though?

Tell Izumi she was eating it? Just tonight, of course, not all the time, but maybe she had remembered it on the way home, and to her pleasant surprise had all the ingredients necessary. What a nice idea! Sure, she would text Izumi. Maybe ask her to come over? They could watch a movie, or play a game, or-

Saki snapped out of it, finding her arm stretched across the room and over the kitchen counter, her fingers clumsily searching for her phone. Quickly she undid her unconscious extension, and sighed heavily. Calm *down*, she told herself. Sure, Izumi knew about her powers already, but could she really invite her over if she was having such overpowering urges? If she was stretching without even realizing?

She had to take a cold shower, or do something equivalent. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted her television remote on the table next to her. Hoping to find something that was the equivalent of an anti-boner, she grabbed the remote, and pressed the power button as she pointed it at the screen across the room. The set flickered to life, and for the first time in her life, Saki was relieved to see a television news channel pop up on the screen. A story about the American president’s visit to Tokyo. She placed the remote down and crossed her arms over her chest. If this wasn’t going to take her out of the moment, literally nothing on Earth was.

She finished her dinner as she watched, the stories shifting from the American President’s visit, to a daring high rise fire rescue mission. Scraping the last of the sauce from the her bowl, she decided to switch from the dinner table to the couch. Leaving the dirty dish behind, she crossed the room to the love seat, her enhanced lower half swaying and shifting with each step. She was almost sure she could feel her thighs rubbing together, but she continued to “Nope” those thoughts out of her head as she reached the seat, and plopped down, the plush cushioning welcoming her graciously.

She continued to watch the story about the fire. It was a real crowd pleaser, with images of truck ladders extending dozens of stories into the air, brave firemen climbing the shaky stilts to reach a blown out window, saving a mother and her two terrified children. Saki smiled, glad to see that total disaster had been averted. She couldn’t help but keep glancing along the lengths of the sky scraping ladders. Long, pale poles reaching skyward from the ground, giving those firemen access to places they otherwise couldn’t reach. She just kept staring. Looking up their long lengths, then back down. Up, then down.

Her calves were twisting. They begun to slowly spiral of their own accord, away from eachother, her ankles falling flat to the ground as her legs slowly corkscrewed their way towards opposite ends of the couch, her feet curling and flipping like fish out of water. Mass quietly and slowly shifted away from her thunder thighs and joined in with her adventurous legs, urging them forward like reinforcements to a battlefield.

Saki felt great. Even she was surprised at how much the news had cooled her down. She didn’t feel that creeping urge to stretch in the back of her mind anymore at all! With a satisfied sigh, she resolved to remember this little cure. She blew a lock of pink hair away from her face and lifted her arms to rest them on the back of the couch.

Her legs continued their aimless search along the floor, searching for something to grasp, to coil around, to squeeze. They found their victims in the warm wooden legs of the couch, which they seized upon and began circling like twin anacondas.

With a serene smile, Saki sighed. Her head tilted back and rested against the upper lip of her couch back, the cushion digging into her pliant skin, not unpleasantly. She felt the malleable intrusion, and thought for a moment that she should self-correct. Firm up, will away the softening relaxation she was so easily slipping into. But as she felt her neck sag ever so slightly into the groove of her furniture, she was too comfortable to fight it. After all, it was just a little indulgence. It wasn’t like she was going full rubber band.

As her calves continued their coiling search up the couch legs, Saki’s thighs began to pull apart with the gentle tug of her unconscious elongation. Her underwear was subtly dampening with a sweet, steamy heat. Below her serene grin, her chest was fattening, bubbling and rippling with gentle outward pulses, spilling over the limits of her bra and it’s straps. The bottoms of her thighs seemed to stick and pull to the couch fabric like dough as they spread further and further towards a ninety degree angle.

Saki breathed in through her nose and out through her mouth. It was almost like meditation, she thought to herself, this slight indulgence. She was sure this was just a gentle relaxing of her control. She couldn’t remember a single time in her life before her powers where she was able to feel so comfortable in almost any seated or laying position. Her whole body was basically her own pillow, warm and soft. It wasn’t like she hadn’t used it for that express purpose before. More than once, she’d woken up coiled around her mattress, her face resting on and sunken into a 20 foot long swath of midriff that beat any memory foam pillow’s comfort level with ease. She chuckled as she reminisced.

What her head found funny, her body treated as lighter fluid to its fire. Her arms, which had remained steadfast in their refusal to join in the fun, finally let go. Her palms twisted upwards as both forearm and bicep distended and elongated towards either end of the couch. Her feet had reached up to the cushion of the couch, and her gently quivering thighs rippled their wishes all the way down and around her serpentine legs, not unlike the heartbeats resounding through her bosom, which currently threatened to pop her shirt’s top-most button off.

There was also the time she’d been shifting in her chair at work, which had always had far too severe a lumbar support curve to actually be supportive, and suddenly realized that her back had simply draped itself serpentine over the hump, her body stretching and conforming with the sharp hill and resting comfortably over the entire thing. Her arms had stretched just those extra few inches out of her rolled sleeves so as not to interrupt her typing away. She had quickly readjusted and reeled herself back in when she realized, adopting a less impossible posture in case anybody were to come into her office unannounced. But it was the first time that chair was actually of use to her. She chuckled to herself as she sunk deeper into her current relaxation.

Her arms were now subconsciously stretching again, but this time over the ends of the couch that far exceeded her wingspan. They followed the warm wooden curve, slithered down the sides of the arm rests, and found her soft feet there, waiting, soles up. Saki smiled, not paying any significant mind to the fact that she was suddenly touching her own feet, at least not enough to consider that this was never possible in default Saki shape. It just felt so nice. She stifled a few unintentional giggles from the ticklishness as she dug her thumbs into the somewhat tough skin, her dextrous digits targeting exactly where they were sorest and most tired.

She was deep into the incidental stretching repeats in her head now. It was always going to be the case that her mind would drift to those times she’d found herself absentmindedly face to face with her own sex, or how she’d had to stop herself from extending subconsciously whenever she was just a little too worked up at work. At lunch that time, her fingers having toyed with the elastic of her underwear without her own mind’s consent the first few days after she got her powers and realized their perverted potential. In the bathroom, when she realized how easy it would be, worked up by daydreaming, to simply slide her hand up into herself. She knew how easily the skin would yield, even welcome her, as she buried her arm deeper and deeper, more and more flesh slipping out of view as she felt her walls push up through her core. God, she would get so worked up at work! Usually Izumi’s fault, she thought.

Izumi....

Saki was taking an inhumanly deep sigh, inhaling past the point of a normal lung capacity as her shirt strained, on its last leg trying to contain her massive chest, when she smelled it.

Flowers.

Her eyes shot open, and she was suddenly aware of her body. She dared not look down just yet, afraid of what she might find, but in her mind she could feel every inch. She had a perfect mental map of her frame, helped of course by how she could feel the individual wood grain and ridges that her legs conformed to. She was acutely aware of her arms following the long curve of the back of the seat. The quivering in her thighs, which she realized were somehow in a perfect split, resounded through her belly and up to her breasts, which, judging by how deep into her back her bra strap seemed to be digging, she could only assume were cartoonish.

She swallowed. Took a few breaths. She was intensely frustrated. She’d only let her guard down for two minutes max, and her body had pounced on the opportunity like it was a high school teen who’s parents were gone for the weekend. It was throwing a party for itself, and saki had only just gotten the invitation.

She groaned. This was so unfair... why couldn’t she just keep herself under control?? She was an adult, not some horny teen in a cheesy porn video, but her libido was absolutely insatiable. She continued to stare at the ceiling. If she just ignored it, it might go away, right? Well, no, of course not, ignoring her body *did* this. The longer she sat, the more she felt a burning desire building in her core and spreading inch by inch, maliciously slowly through her long limbs, and she worried what would happen if she didn’t take action before they found the end themselves.

She had to go with it. Indulge. You tried, she thought, but this isn’t going away without a fight. With a sigh, she accepted her fate. She figured she’d better survey the damage before she made her next move, of course, to see what her options were. Maybe she could get some practice out of this while she was at it, she though as she extended her neck outwards and upwards, the long pole springing forth enthusiastically and more easily than ever. Maybe she could do another distance test? Maybe she could work on squeezing through a small space, or-

Saki stopped cold as she finally got a good look at herself. Holy shit, she thought. The sight of her long legs splaying either direction out of her smart skirt, the visible dampness on her underwear. The long, smooth, and god, *erotic* vision of her legs snaking up the couch. She was getting more and more turned on by this stuff every time she saw herself threaded around her apartment, and right now, she was on fire. On a scale of 1-10, she was at a 17.

As she took the sight in, her body seemed to be completely aware that they had persuaded her to take action, and her long arms quickly swung into the air and took to prepping her as best they could. Her left arm unbuttoned her grateful shirt, which was liable to pop to shreds at any moment, while her right hand darted for the side of her skirt, undoing the concealed zipper and unwrapping it from over her thighs to shed light on the glistening skin beneath, the fabric of the skirt more than prepared to act as a towel if need be. Soon, Saki was clothed only by an unbuttoned shirt, pushed out to the shoulders on a slowly, subtly lengthening torso, a bra straining to contain its eager inhabitants, and rapidly moistening lace underwear.

This was maybe the hottest thing she had ever seen.

Her hands, done with their prerequisite work, rested gently on her breasts. The nails dragged over the skin, goosebumps erupting over Saki’s décolletage and down her arms. They trickled up her seven foot long neck, eliciting a gasp from her lips. Her face was reddening, nearly matching the shade of her hair, as she watched her fingers begin to prod and squeeze the dough-like mammaries. *God*, they were *so soft*, she thought. Well, they were always soft, but now they were absurdly so. They yielded to the slightest touch, depressing like warm water balloons, before springing back into a firm-looking shape with a healthy jiggle. It was almost hypnotic. She couldn’t take her eyes off them. She wasn’t sure if she was even controlling her arms at all, if she had been this whole time, or if they were just doing what the deepest subconscious desires of her brain commanded. She couldn’t even be sure if it was her own command that her right hand abandoned it’s fleshy pedestal, and slid down over her stomach towards the waistband of her underwear.

Her breath was hot and short, and her neck slowly began to pull taut, reeling in the slack as she watched from a moving vantage point while her hand caressed over her stomach, gently kneading and pulling the skin as she did, the way her left hand continued to on her chest. Her nipples were making blatant impressions on the fabric of her bra, the top of the now-widened areolae cresting over the top of the cups. She could see her toes wiggling with anticipation as she settled her head into place above her shoulders, allowing a little extra length to see over her chest, as her searching hand finally slipped beneath the surface of fabric.

Her eyes fluttered shut, rolling back into her head as she felt fingers brush her swollen sex. Her whole body, every yard of it, seemed to tense, flex, pulling inwards reflexively and straining the couch legs, before relaxing. Her legs seemed to loosen their vice grip on the couch as her body was finally granted it’s only desire.

“Ooooooooohhhhh”, Saki moaned as she rolled her clit beneath her fingers, sliding it between her pointer and thumb. Her face was the portrait of a strained sigh, eyebrows furrowing upwards, mouth slightly ajar in relief. It felt so good, so much better than it ever used to. Her nerves were just as pliable as the rest of her, and they stretched and twisted under pressure to create sensations that were alien before, but now she was unsure she could ever go back to living without. As she continued to knead her putty chest with her other hand, her free fingers elongated ever so slightly to tease her lips. She would dip one in at a time, just sliding it beneath the surface and along the length of her slit, before another fluidly followed suit, edging just barely further into the crevice.

Before long, her three free fingers were more than double their length, stroking her from the inside as she continued to toy at her clit gently. Christ alive she was worked up. What had begun as relief was quickly evolving back into hunger, and she knew that as nice as this felt, she would need to kick it up a notch. Releasing herself from her tender two finger grip, she cocked her hand, pointing the now free digits downwards, and allowed them to stretch towards the others, her arm following slowly behind.She watched as her wrist disappeared beneath the waistline of her underwear, and shuddered as she felt her body eagerly accept the entire extremity within itself.

She groaned again, loudly this time, as she tossed her head back, sweat beginning to bead on her temples. For a moment it looked as though her neck was reeling in, but it was simply relaxing against the wall, much as it did over the lip of the couch before. Conscious thought began to fade from her mind as she teased her body, giving her hungry sex millimeters more of her arm to fill it every couple of seconds. Her spelunking fingers flexed and balled and released somewhat erratically, reacting to the involuntary contractions of her insides, shuddering and squeezing to meet her. When her hand eventually reached far enough inside to brush against her back wall, she let out a throaty moan, and simply kept going. More of her elongating arm began to slide within her, the flesh flowing over her clit like a long, continuous lick from a wide tongue, as her back wall began to push upwards into her chest cavity.

Her free hand dipped behind her and released the hook of her thankful bra, which snapped forward and around her shoulders, finally free of its work. Her chest, far too big to let her shirt cover any significant part of it now, wobbled and floated amongst her shuddering torso, still in motion from the aftershocks, like bouys in high tide. Slipping that free arm out of its strap, the bra fell down her other arm, coming to a rest on her lap.

Saki was almost hyperventilating now. She was taking deep breaths, heaving gasps replacing her inhales and exhales. Her torso, feeling it’s welcome guest begin to make itself welcome within her core, began to stretch upwards, her shoulders raising, pulling her breasts and the pneumatic squeezing hand atop her left nipple with it. For every inch her arm ventured further into herself, her sex stretched to accommodate. For every inch her sex furthered it’s intrusion into her torso, her stomach elongated right alongside. Her damp back and shoulders stuck to her shirt as it rubbed against the wall, tracing a line towards the ceiling.

Her eyes were closed and she could feel herself extending longer and longer, although she didn’t have complete wherewithal to know just which part of her was doing it. But it didn’t matter. It all caused that same internal tug, that same rubbery pull that was rocket fuel for her pleasure. As her arm continued to extend, the nerve endings just seemed to multiply. It was like her arm wasn’t just getting *longer*, but was multiplying. As her torso rose through the air, her hair streaking along the wall, she could feel every single millimeter of smooth, creamy skin. Pulling, but yielding easily. Extending, but with plenty of length left in it, beckoning her to push more and more. Longer is better. Longer feels better.

Saki’s groans were crescendoing, and she attempted to clamp her lips together to keep her volume down. Her head neared the ceiling as her arm continued to feed into herself, now faster than her torso was raising upwards. The snaking limb began to pile around itself inside of her, her walls not only stretching up, but now also outwards in deference to the rapidly increasing volume of flesh filling it. As small bumps rose and fell from her torso with the rearranging and cramming of her arm into the long cavity, her clit remained under constant assault from the massage of ever creeping flesh over its surface. Saki’s tongue lolled out of her mouth, landing just past her lips as first, but eventually spurting another inch outward, and then another, as her blind pleasure willed every stretchable part of her body to action. The pink ribbon hung over her chin as her pleasure began to build towards an inevitable climax.

The closer Saki got to finishing, the more frantically she willed her body to extend. Her feet crisscrossed over eachother as they slithered across to the opposite ends of the couch, while her arm was piling into herself at nearly a foot per second. The hand on her chest was holding a constant squeeze now, flesh spilling out over each individual finger, which were stretched to accommodate the beach ball sized breast beneath it.

As she neared her final peak, her torso had finally elongated enough for her head to bump the ceiling. Saki didn’t register at all, and as her stomach continued upwards unbidden, her head tilted so her cheek was pressed directly into the ceiling, her face parallel to the angle of the top of the room. Her tongue was coiling over her free breast, curling and circling around itself. Her frantic moans reverberated through the drywall of the ceiling as she crested the top of her wave, before joyously throwing herself over the edge.

Saki was not unfamiliar to how her body’s increased length could affect her climax, but it never got any less overwhelming. Saki gasped as all sensation seemed to cease in her extremities, while a shockwave of reflexive tensing and flexing of all her pelvic muscles shook her core, squeezing the meters of stretched out arm she had inside of herself. Her sex shuddered as the white hot pleasure it so graciously wanted to relay to the rest of her form began to shoot outwards in all directions. Her legs tensed up in a shooting motion up their long coils and out to her feet, which flexed and wriggled wildly over either end of the couch as the shock hit them. Her wildly distended abdominal muscles flexed and firmed, a cartoonish six pack impressing her midriff in on itself, compressing and squeezing all that it held together in squishy ecstasy.

She could sense the orgasm traveling up her spine, and attempted to take a deep breath, but before the air could reach her lungs, her brain lit up like a stick of dynamite. She cried loudly as the delayed gratification hit her nervous system all at once, feeling the pleasure shoot up through her skull, back down her spine, and then repeat the journey. Again. And again. And again. Her mind went blank as her brain itself seemed to pulse, her head pressing harder and harder into the ceiling. It was all her body could do to try and get whatever contact on her clit that it could, yards worth of her arm sliding in and out of herself rhythmically, prolonging her agonizing ecstasy.

To Saki, the ride never seemed to end. She rode the waves for what seemed like an eternity, her mind coming to its senses for a moment of lucidity before almost immediately succumbing to another assault on her pleasure centers. At some point, however, she found herself on the floor. Most of her, at least. From what she could see from wherever her head had come to rest, her long torso had toppled forward, tipping towards the ground and twisting along it once it collided with a reverberating thud, a healthy bounce shuddering through her. She wasn’t sure how long she had been going like that, but considering that when she could get a sense of her surroundings and realized her head was nearly inside her bedroom across the apartment, it was probably a little while.

Her arm was slowly retreating back into the open, piling into a moist hill of glistening flesh at the foot of the couch. The residual sensation of undoing her extended entry caused little aftershocks though her form. Her eyes periodically rolled back and closed reflexively, little gasps escaping as air made its way through the feet of neck connecting it to her trunk, where her chest was slowly receding back inwards.

Shakily, with what energy she could muster, she raised her head from the ground, her neck snaking into the air all of three feet off the ground, so she could get a sense of the damage. Her torso was draped over the coffee table in front of her couch, and rolled out over the floor in an S curve of about 20 feet, where it met up with her shoulders about a yard from where her head hovered. Her feet seemed to be retreating as her legs released their vice grip on her couch, slowly retracting back into place.

Her head, desperately wanting a plush surface to rest on, covered the ground separating it from her torso, swaying through the air like a cobra, and falling with a heavy thud onto her still deflating chest, a final ripple shooting a few inches outward in all directions. Saki sighed. She couldn’t believe how carried away she had gotten, and was going to be needing a pretty intense shower. When she woke up, of course, she thought to herself as the comforting warm flesh of her chest and her somewhat rapid heartbeat pulled her deeper towards restful oblivion. Her eyes lulled closed.

*I don’t think I’ll be telling Izumi about this* she thought as the last bit of consciousness faded from her mind. All that remained was a small, satisfied smile creeping across her face.