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Prompt: Jolene Changes Perspective
🕑 Added 2024-03-09 16:52:13 +0000 UTCSummary: Jolene is told to change her perspective regarding her often-inconvenient morphing abilities, but her body, acting instinctually, takes the ideas too literally. A commission for jack2112.
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You have to change your perspective on things. That was the golden nugget of advice that Jolene received, at the end of another long session of therapy. She'd been mulling it over bitterly in her head all the way home. She was the only person on the planet who was burdened with her amorphous body, barely feeling human anymore. It wasn't a good feeling...
Jolene reentered her home through the front door, and let out a heavy sigh. Her spring fashion outfit rippled away, and her clothes sunk back into her body. Her body boinged in all directions as her shapely curves restored, her sensuous F-cup breasts, her wide hips, her thick thighs and her bubble butt. Going out in public was exhausting, it was like holding in her breath all day.
Her legs wetly squished with each step she took towards the living room, an uneasy reminder that her skin was an overstretched balloon, containing a torrent of biomass. The slightest lapse of focus would cause her to spill all over the floor. And the sensation of her folds of flesh rubbing against herself was too erotic, every touch was torturous.
She grumbled under her breath. Change your perspective... change your perspective...
Babump!
Jolene moaned as a single thought sent a sharp tremor through her body. She clutched her gut; it was like her heartbeat was racing, though she had no heart. She could feel her body's temperature rising, before feeling the sensation center around her breasts...
She gasped, feeling them bloat several extra sizes at once, babump, up in front of her. She lashed her arms around her, looping around in several knots, but her rubbery knots yielded under the strength of her breasts. But they wormed through a gap in her arms, and she twinged as her nipples collided with the floor with a wet-sounding splat.
She shuddered as her breasts grew further away from her as they oozed along the floor, no longer resembling beachballs, but rather, peach-hued slugs. They were so hefty and heavy. She tried to stagger away, but her breasts, growing as long as she was tall, writhed along the floor, her fat nipples the size of watermelons.
Exhausted, she collapsed to her knees, waiting for her latest body spasm to play out, peeping through squinted eyes at the way her breast were flopping like fish in front of her. She noticed a pause, and gawked as both breasts rose in unison, resembling cobras rearing up to strike.
FWUMP! Her breasts curved in an arc, her nipples slamming directly into the floor. She cried out and trembled from the excitement, the sensation of her rock hard nipples being thrust downwards like a spade striking the earth.
The strength of her breasts caused the rest of her body to rise; Jolene squealed, kicking her legs above her head pitifully. Her breasts pumped up and down, causing her inadequately-sized torso to get throttled up and down, her head mushed between the base of her insane cleavage.
Jolene bit her lip, her erect nipples stiffening more and more as they became more and more erect. She squinted through an eye, and blinked at the strange sight. Her breasts were straightening up, balancing on her erect nipples. She tried to outstretch her neck to get a better look at what her breasts were doing...
Twang. She only extended her elastic neck another three feet, before she felt a tug pulling at her neck from the other direction. She grimaced, feeling the sensation of her neck being pulled into her body, her breath growing faint as she felt tighter all over.
She tried to stretch away, but her body seemed on autopilot. In a moment of fatigue, she felt her head pull away into her collar, leaving a fleshy stump behind.
Jolene's vision went back. She couldn't see what was going on, but she could feel the semi-liquid insides of her body reforming into a new, familiar but alien shape. She could feel every part of her body intimately. She could feel the rest of her body roost on her breasts, which were straightening out and balanced on stiletto-like nipples, each a foot long.
Her head pressed against something, and pushed through; she squinted as light flooded her vision yet again. Her blurry vision grew clearer as she blinked. She wondered what she was seeing; there were chairs above her, and the lighting fixtures below her...
...Somehow, her vision was upside down. Her mouth flattened as her facial features sloshed in a circle, rearranging until her vision was right-side up.
She felt around her oddly bloated form, surprised to feel four sensations around her. Her legs, dominated by so many strange growths, had receded, her toes stretching and articulating into a second pair of arms, which pressed against the upper part of her buttcheeks... or the lower part? The top part, with her arms massaging their bottom, gawking as her asscheeks took the place of her breasts. Her voluptuous, beanbag-like ass was enormous.
She glanced down, wincing as she saw her outstretched neck sprouting from between the folds of her vagina. She shuddered, the slightest movement causing her cheeks to redden. Her legs felt wobbly...
...Her legs... she took a cautious step forward, getting a careful look at her newly defined legs. Her fat, elongated breasts stretched five feet, ending in hard, erect nipples upon which she balanced... with great ease, surprisingly, despite the jolts of excitement that rocked her as she took step after step.
Jolene let out a breathy chuckle as she paced around the room on her newly defined nipple-feet, her breasts slapping together with each step. Perhaps her body had taken the idiom of gaining a "new perspective" too literally, morphing her body to be in a state of upside down, but the giddiness she felt about the whole situation, coupled with the tickling and nonstop groping of her erogenous reasons, had given her a lot to smile about.
She collapsed on the recliner, purring as she raised her breast-legs; they curled up and down like a party blower at someone's birthday, squeezing her nipples tight. Her lower arms massaged the underside of her ass, while her upper-arms coiled together and slipped between her "cleavage", moving to ravage her tender asshole. Her neck writhed up and down in rhythmic fashion, pumping herself and working herself into a frenzy with each sensuous movement...
She drooled, her tongue lolling from her mouth as it stretched several feet, draped over her swollen, misshapen body and curled down the side of her chest. Her breath was hot, and heavy as she fucked herself through whatever hole she had on hand, her back arching, her breath steaming...
SPLORT!
With a cry of orgasmic pleasure, she came, and collapsed on herself into a heap of ooze. Formless, blind, and deaf, she squirmed happening, letting the sexual heat dissipate from her slime-reduced form...
