Sue awakens to sunlight peering into her room. Her alarm clock reads 11:32 AM. "Five more minutes..." She mumbles. Six minutes later, she sits up, letting out a yawn while stretching her arms. The arm stretch leaving her arms a bit longer than usual. "M-coffee." She pulls the covers off and slides into her slippers before heading into the kitchen, her elongated arms dragging behind her.
Standing idly by the brewing pot and pouring a mug as soon as it was ready, she noticed that her coffee this day, tasted a bit more watered down than usual. A sudden feeling of shock hit her. "Oh no, I'm not infected, am I?" Attempting to test whether or not she had lost her sense of taste, she quickly pulled some leftover pizza from the fridge and took a bite. To her relief, the pizza tasted as sweet and salty as ever. "Phew... Then I must've just brewed the pot wrong." Inspecting the coffee maker, she discovered that it was the same as she had always brewed it, however she didn't realize what was different about her coffee until she looked in the mug.
Sue never takes her coffee black, but lo and behold, a mug of black coffee. She took another sip, expecting the bitter taste that she preferred to oversaturate with sugar and creamer, but there was little to no taste at all. "That's... weird..." She stirred in some sugar and creamer, and took another sip. The familiar flavor was now present. Sue now had a hypothesis. 'Maybe this is like how I can't feel pain anymore, so I can't taste flavors I don't like. Does that extend to smells? Damn. I hope my place doesn't actually stink and I just can't smell it...' Seeking another test, she opened her kitchen spice drawer, and took a pinch of cayenne pepper, and sprinkled it on her tongue. A slight tingle and spicy taste was noticeable, but it was nowhere near as spicy as she remembered it. She did the same with a pinch of sugar, and it was as sweet as ever. "Alright. I can only taste flavors that I don't hate. Good to know. I'll just have to make a note to never cook for anyone other than myself ever again."
Soon after finishing the coffee and pizza, Sue felt her energy returning to her. "Blerblerble!" She slaps the sides of her face. "Alright. What's on today's agenda?" She checks her phone's notes. "Proofread and send final video draft... shouldn't be too hard." A few minutes of re-watching the game review that she had been editing with one or two slight changes to timing, and the video was ready to send back to the studio for upload. "And... sent. Glad this one had a short script for once... which means I've got the rest of the day off." She leans back in her chair before looking downwards. "Yeesh, so I did grow a bit of chub during lockdown. Makes sense because I cancelled my gym membership back when lockdown started."
"Well, who needs a gym to workout anyways?" She headed to her room and changed into a tank-top, shorts, socks, and running shoes. Making sure her phone was on full charge, she popped some earbuds in and cranked her music up; videogame and anime soundtracks. "Oh yeah, time to get pumped up!" She gets into a pace with the music, putting on her mask and locking up her house. She began thinking about where she should jog, then decided on a paved trail that leads through a nearby forest park, since there would be a low chance of encountering anyone there, but not too far away from civilization that no one could hear her calling if there was any sort of danger.
She began her journey, humming along to the tunes and entered an almost meditative state. Quickly working up a sweat, she failed to count how many laps around the park she made. Sue had usually made a habit to work out until she felt exhausted, but now, she didn't seem to. Even after five hours, she felt as energetic and unstrained as the first step. She only snapped out of her meditative state when she heard her phone's battery notification. "Huh? only 5% left? How long was I out for? Wait it's 7 in the evening already?" She quickly rushed home in hopes of charging her phone before it dies... if it doesn't short circuit from the sweat first.
Luckily, she did make it home in time, phone still in working order despite sweating so much you'd assume it was water from just walking out of a swimming pool. "Home at last. Damn... why is it so hot today?" She turned up the AC before thinking about plugging in her phone. "It's gotta be at least 100 degrees outside." She walked into the kitchen and let her phone charge on the countertop with 2% battery remaining. "Just in time, little guy."
Sue grabbed a water bottle from the fridge and proceeded to firmly sit down on the couch, unconcerned for the poor pleather throne. "Wow. That felt great, but this; sitting down and taking a breather, this feels even better." Before taking a breath, immediately downing the contents of the water bottle. "Ah... Cup o' H2O. That hit the spot." She kicked her feet up on the coffee table. "Time to get these kicks off!" One at a time, Sue pushed her shoes off and kicked them across the room. She then grabbed her socks and tugged, however with a bit more friction than expected on her putty skin. No matter to her though, after all, that's what sweat does to clothes. A quick yank was all it needed, but not without the friction pulling a notable amount of skin forwards. The skin on her soles now drooped a few inches, her feet resembling wet deflated balloons more than actual feet. The unexpected and fairly ticklish stretching took Sue by surprise, but the moment quickly passed. "You know what? I don't even care. It'll help cool me off anyways."
"Damn it is hot today though... I sure picked a helluva day to go running." She began fanning herself with her hands. She looked around to make sure all the window blinds were closed. "Ah screw it. Off you go." She then grabbed her tank top and pulled it off, wadding it up with her nearby socks, and tossing them into the nearby clothes bin. "That's more like it. Let the ol' tiddies breathe." Her upper half now completely bare.
Sue contemplated for a few seconds. 'Should I? I mean, I've never done it before... I don't know if I can retract them...' She poked her chest a few times. 'Maybe...' Her hand slowly moved towards a nipple, pinched it, and stretched it by a tiny amount. Not so long that it would be obvious though. 'Alright... can I do this?' She concentrated, and surely enough, the nipple returned to its normal length. 'Aw yeah! Looks like I can regenerate even in places without any muscle.'
She looked around the room, knowing that no one was there, but still a bit self-conscious. "Eh... I... I do what I want in my house." She proceeded to grip both of her breast and gradually pull forwards, stretching them to her full arms' length. "Oh yeah. That's the spot..." She let her chest flop onto her lap before gripping the base of them again. "Time for round 2." Again she tugged to arms' length, and repeated this four or five times, her breasts now taller than her.
'Feels like these granny-tits are cooling off already. What else can I do to give myself some more surface area?' She looked around at her body before making a decision. 'The sweatiest spot has got to be the hottest spot.' She crossed her arms and gripped both of her armpits, pulling her flesh the maximum length her arms would allow. The sensation was ticklish, but ultimately relaxing. Sue then began pulling the sides of the stretched flesh, forming a sort of wingsuit of flesh, the loose skin spanning straight from her wrists to the sides of her waist.
'Hmm... I did just finish running... I wonder how this is going to feel like?' She bened over, moving her breasts out of the way. Taking her feet off the coffee table and inspecting them, she then gripped her toes and pulled them, much longer than she had the other day. "Oh... Oh yeah..." The massage-like motion sent waves of relaxation throughout her who body. She then grabbed about halfway down her feet and stretched upwards, lengthening her feet from her already long 12 inches -not even counting toes- to 12 feet long in just a few seconds. The feeling was cathartic, like kicking off her tight shoes after running for hours, this was the next level, and was the cathartic equivalent to if she'd just taken off tight shoes she'd been wearing her whole life. All she could do was let out a sigh of relief that she never knew she needed.
Stretched out breasts, armpits, and feet, altogether felt so liberating. She savored the moment for a few minutes, content not to move or think about much at all. Her thoughts eventually swayed from one topic to another. 'I'm gonna have to shower after all this. My hands are covered in sweat. Eh, better sweat than piss. Heh. Now that I think about it, I haven't gone a little numero uno today, have I? Actually I don't think I've gone all week... or dropped a crap either. Even at all this month?' She quickly sat up. "Huh... I don't feel constipated... if it's been this long, it must be my powers."
"Gah, should I have even touched my feet?" She pondered for a second. "I showered last night, and stepped immediately into freshly washed and fluffed slippers, went to bed, woke up, back into slippers, and then into socks and running shoes. Guess the only thing that would be on my feet is sweat. Guess the only thing on my hands right now is sweat as well." She picked up a segment of one of the rope-like feet strung across the room. "This is so freaky." She examined it, and rubbed her sole with her finger before poking it a few times. "That is so weird..." She poked further into her sole, leaving visible dents in the surface. "Heh, squishy." She then extended her hand and pressed into her sole, leaving a full hand-print in the soft yet sweaty surface. Sue giggled to herself. She was like a child who had just discovered play dough.
Sue stretched the sides of a segment of her foot out to the width of her head, and made a silly face; blowing air into her cheeks and raising her eyebrows. She firmly pressed the sole into her face, let it sit for a few seconds, then pulled it away. She couldn't be more proud, a perfect replica of her face (or at least perfect mold for a perfect replica) now stood mere inches in front of her. She looked at the reverse side of her foot to see a noticeable bulge vaguely in the shape of a human head. Her giggles burst out into genuine laughter, complete with a few snorts. "It's me! Hahaha! Oh, oh I gotta do another one!" She made an exaggerated angry face and pressed it into her sole just below the previous face. After pulling it out and examining her work, her laughter amplified. There sat two familiar, yet inverted faces. She began again below the faces with a comically seductive kissing face, a massive grin, an ironic ahegao face, and more, eventually taking up all the space on one foot and having to move to the next.
By now, she began adding deformities to her face to increase the variety of face imprints. She had already been sticking out her tongue when pressing her face into her feet, forgetting to consider it a strange thing to do, and by now had lengthened it so long that she had to keep it out for all of the next faces. Without thinking, she had been using her tongue to wrap around her feet to help pull her face into them. She would never have gotten this far if her powers kept her sense of taste intact, though, another possibility as why she got this far may be the sleepiness kicking in and affecting her judgement.
Although she didn't feel strained from running, it did cost a lot of energy. That, compounded with the constant stretching, which consumed much energy as well, yet also felt like the best, most relaxing massage ever, frozen in time at the best part. It all led to a wave of sleepiness coming over Sue. 'Wait... Which face comes next? Was there an order to them? Why was I... Oh yeah... silly faces... fun...' Sue pondered, struggling to form coherent thoughts, but ultimately giving in to the sleepiness. She let out a massive yawn. Too settled and comfortable to move or even attempt return to normal human proportions, she began to fall asleep with both stretched-out soles firmly planted on her face. Her muscle memory to grab a pillow and pull it closer only led to her gripping her feet and burying her face deep into them. Her outstretched tongue unconsciously wrapped around the elongated soles a few times until there was no slack left, and within seconds, she began to snore. This would be the first time in years that she fell asleep before midnight, and certainly the most restful sleep she ever had in her life.