The alarm woke Neil, as usual.  He hit the snooze button, again as usual.  Then turned back to his wife to snuggle up against her enormous breasts.  It took the second cycle of the alarm for that fact to register.

“Aah!  You’re still huge!”

Leah giggled.  “So I am.  Is that such a bad thing?  I liked being your pillows.”

“You have to work today, you need your legs!”

Leah sighed and shrugged.  “I can just take the steri-band off.”  She reached for her hips to do so, then frowned.  “Um.”

“Now what?”

Leah tossed the covers off.  “What do you see?”

Neil got out of bed and stared at his wife’s hips.  “You left the pink band on, too.  All night.  You’re going to be stuck for most of the day.”

“Without my legs?”

Neil shook his head as he tugged the pink steri-band off Leah’s hips.  “No, the rainbow bands should come off just fine.”  True to his word, removing the ones around her legs restored them and put her breasts back to normal size.

Leah sat up, looking down at her chest disappointedly.  “Wow.  Was I always this small?”

Neil chuckled.  “You look perfect to me.”

“Really?  Because you sure had fun with the monsters.”

“Guilty as charged,” agreed Neil cheerfully.  “But they did get in the way at times.”

Leah laughed.  “No kidding!  You should try it from this…  Oh!  You could.”

“Could what?”

“Have breasts.  I could sculpt you into a woman.”

“Seriously?”

Leah studied Neil.  “Is that a good seriously or a bad seriously?”

“I don’t know yet.  I’m still processing the idea.”

Leah’s lips quirked into a half-grin.  “Well, don’t take too long processing.  We’ve got a long weekend coming up, lots of time to play with the long-term effects of the bands.”

“How long term?”

Leah leaned in close, putting her nose against her husband’s.  “I want to do something permanent.”  At his stunned expression she laughed and backed off.  “Just something little.  I’ve never liked my belly-button, maybe I’ll sculpt it away.  Or move a few pounds from my belly to my breasts.”

Neil’s stare dropped to Leah’s hands, cupping and lifting the aforementioned parts.  “I...  Have no objection to this plan.”

Leah turned to go get dressed, giving him a little hip-waggle as she did so.  Neil laughed.  “You look like you have a jello-butt when you do that.”

“Problem?” asked Leah sweetly.

“Are you going to be okay?”

Leah bounced up and down on the balls of her feet.  “Feels solid enough.”  She kneaded her transparent pink hips, and watched as they flowed back to their normal shape.  “I’ll manage.”

Neil snickered.  “Don’t get too distracted.”

*** *** ***

Neil’s words proved accurate.  Leah could barely concentrate on her work, every time she changed position in her chair she could feel her buttocks squish and shift.  It made her want to squirm and wriggle so badly she took off to the washroom the moment she had a break between clients.

Leah ducked into a free stall, and had her skirt down in a flash.  She twisted and turned to look at her buttocks, but couldn’t see them.  Cupping them with her hands, they felt unusually flat, and slightly ribbed, with an odd horizontal bump.  After a moment, she realized that her chair had imprinted itself on her bottom, though it was slowly making its way back to normal.  She giggled at the thought of having her own built-in gel pad for her seat.

Leah tried to just relax into having a malleable bottom as the day went on, and mostly achieved it.  She did spend rather more of her lunch-break in the washroom than she’d intended, playing with sculpting her bits, then simply just playing with the result.

Her favourite co-worker, Barb, noticed both her absence and her flushed cheeks afterward.  Leah promised her the full story after work.

Instead of heading out to a bar after work like Barb and Leah sometimes did at the end of the week, Leah invited her back to her house.  Neil was momentarily surprised to see a second woman in the kitchen when he got home, but they’d both been working on dinner as they’d talked, so he was soon appeased.

After a lovely dinner, Barb eagerly asked if she could see the steri-bands in action.  Neil smiled at his wife indulgently and agreed to fetch the bands.  As soon as they were lying on the coffee table, Barb scooped up one of the rainbow bands and had it over her hand.  While she was cooing over the shimmery bubble effect, Leah got an impish grin on her face and poked the hand.  With a pop, Barb’s hand vanished.  She squealed at that, then mimed threatening Leah with the remains of her arm.

After removing the band to prove that her hand would come back just fine, Barb grabbed a second rainbow band, and got Leah to help her push both up to her shoulders.  Instead of popping them, Leah suggested she clap her hands together.  Doing so made her arms merge into a single bubbly arc.  And when Leah pulled the band off Barb’s right shoulder, the emerging arm was much bigger and beefier than her original one, at the cost of no arm at all on the left.

Barb took one look at herself and started giggling at how lopsided she was.  “Can you do this to other parts?” she asked, looking over at Neil significantly.

“Yeah,” said Leah.  “I was half boob last night.  It was awesome.”

“It should be Neil’s turn, then.  Make his junk huge for me, ‘kay?  I’ll see you tomorrow.”  Barb pulled the band off her shoulder, restoring both arms to normal.  “Where was that night market, again?”

After Barb left, Leah turned to Neil.  “She’s right, you know.”

Neil sighed.  “You really want to do this?  It’s going to make a huge mess.”

“Not if we band it once it’s huge.”

“Won’t that mean I’m stuck with a monolithic penis?” protested Neil.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” giggled Leah, putting up her hands defensively as Neil growled at her.  “Fine, fine.  What about if I band your head, so you can’t smell or taste it?  I’ll clean up afterward, I promise.”

Neil rolled that around for a bit, then slowly nodded.  “I guess that’d work.  And from the way you’re bouncing, I can tell you’re eager to try this.”

Leah was already dashing toward the bedroom, steri-bands in tow.  Neil chuckled and ambled along behind her, and as he entered the bedroom got a bra tossed at him as a tease.  Leah eagerly helped undress him, and soon had him naked and prone on the bed.  Neil grinned up at her.  “My, you are eager tonight.  I had no idea I married such a nympho.”

“I’ve got years worth of missed sex to make up on,” said Leah as she wrestled a rainbow band up her husband’s legs.  “And this will help immensely.”

Moments later they were both staring at Neil’s massively enlarged cock.  It was as long as his legs had been, and thick as his thigh.  “That is the biggest cock I’ve ever seen,” said Neil in wonder.  “This is insane.”

Leah was still staring, and wiped her chin.

“So.  How exactly do you plan to tame this monster, sweetie?”

“Next time, I’m going to be four hours banded.  Tonight?”  She slunk up against it, and hugged the shaft.  “Let’s see how this works.”

Leah’s boundless enthusiasm was not quite enough for the task.  She strained, bounced and slid up and down Neil’s enormous pole for what seemed like ages.  After she’d collapsed beside him in exhaustion, the cock draped flaccidly over the both of them, Neil admitted that it had been fun, and she’d gotten him quite close a few times.

After a round of very pretty begging, Leah persuaded Neil to stay that way overnight.  Leah slept cuddled up to the object of her earlier efforts, with her husband spooned against her back.

And woke to find herself trapped between Neil and his morning wood.  After a brief moment of panic, she gave it a kiss and a fondle... then desperately needed a shower.

Neil was shocked – closer to stunned, really – at the volume of mess involved.  He stared helplessly at Leah’s sticky form, stammering an apology that died on his lips when she started giggling.  She tossed handfuls of it like sticky snow, then noticed his horrified expression.

Leah apologized, and pulled the steri-band from her husband’s legs.  Not only did that reduce his tackle back to a manageable size, but the sticky mess spattered across the bed vanished as well.  Leah went from looking like a drowned rat to mostly normal, but still in need of a shower.

Afterward she muttered something about seeing Neil’s point.  He snickered, until she insisted that she was not done with him.

“What are you going to do?” Neil asked.  “Sculpt yourself into an enormous pussy?”

The look of crazed inspiration that crossed her face then was a sight to behold.  Neil chuckled, shaking his head as he went on with his day.

After Neil had left for work, Leah pulled a pink steri-band up over her legs and torso.  She wrestled it over  her breasts, but left it low enough that her top covered up what she’d done.  As her body got squishier and sculptable over the course of the day, it became harder and harder to focus on work.  Every time she moved, her body wobbled, and whenever she walked anywhere she could feel her feet squelching in her shoes.  It was impossible to contain her grin.

Barb noticed, of course, and demanded a chance to see what Leah had done.  Leah was only too eager to show off, and pulled her top up to expose her belly.  They were in the breakroom, so no clients could see.

Barb poked at Leah’s exposed belly.  “It looks like raspberry jello!”  She frowned.  “Um, the hole I made isn’t going away.  You look like you have two bellybuttons.”

“That’s definitely the wrong number of bellybuttons,” said Leah as she poked a few more holes into her belly.

Barb chuckled.  “And the right number is six?”

“The right number is zero.”  Leah ran her hands over her belly, and all the dimples vanished, even her original one.  Not content with such a minor change, she sculpted herself a narrower waist, smoothing the excess onto her hips.  “Good thing I wore loose pants today.”

“Will that last?” asked Barb.  “Because I could use a little toning up myself.”

Leah explained that they hadn’t tried making permanent changes “yet”.  She was eager to do so, but pointed out that Neil was worried.  When Barb heard that Neil was hesitating about letting Leah change him, she immediately volunteered.

Leah considered the offer, but said she wanted to see how Neil would handle it first.

That night, when Neil found out she’d stayed banded all day, he was worried that she might get stuck.  Leah grinned and said that she was more than willing to take it off well before the sixteen hour limit... but that she wanted something first.  Her sashay toward the bedroom made her intentions quite clear.

Neil chuckled softly as he followed.  “Did you always want this much sex?  How much did I miss out on?”

Leah sighed as she released her transparent breasts from the confines of her bra.  “I got used to the drought.  You have a lot to make up for.”

“I know, I know.  I’ll make it up however I can.”

Leah’s eyes lit up, and she grabbed a couple of rainbow steri-bands.  Neil held up his hands defensively.  “Again?  Can’t we go a little less extreme?”

After a little haggling that involved kisses and pretty promises, they settled on popping both of Neil’s feet.  When Leah pulled the band off his bits, she grinned at the two-foot shaft that was revealed.  “Oh yeah, this will do nicely.  Just lie back so you don’t squish me, and let’s see how this works.”

Leah knelt above Neil’s prone form, and slowly lowered herself onto him.  Both of them groaned happily as Leah’s insides easily shifted to accommodate.  “Oh wow,” breathed Neil.  “I can see it through you.”

Leah grinned down at him.  “You like?  I saw white bands in that basket, I wonder if they would make me clear as glass.”

Neil shrugged.  “I like you in pink.  Suits you.”  He rocked his hips, making Leah squeal and squish.

Leah bounced up and down vigorously, her entire body shimmying and wiggling in fetching ways.  The sensations soon overwhelmed her, launching her into a caterwauling orgasm that saw her lose all control over the gelid parts of her body.  She collapsed onto her husband as a pile of pink goo.

When she could see straight again, Leah felt distinctly odd.  Her body had pulled together into a substantially more solid form.  She craned her neck to look at herself and squealed in surprise.  Where her lower body should have been was a featureless, compact cylinder, still wrapped around Neil’s enormous cock.  “What happened?”

Neil looked guilty.  “You were all... slimy.  Slimy and sex and being all big reminded me of last night, so my mind rejected it.  I tried to focus on pink and rubbery, and... well, my mind kind of latched on a sex toy.”

He helped lift her off of him, eyes widening as he realized how light she was.  Neil laid his wife on the bed, propping her shoulders up on a pillow so she could more easily look at what was left of her body.  “But I’m so... small.  And kind of solid feeling.  I still have the band on, right?”

Neil nodded, and Leah sighed with relief.  “Good.  Then I can undo this.”  Something in Neil’s expression made her pause with her hands on where her breasts should have been.  “Wait.  You...  You don’t want me to.”

Neil looked away.  “The idea of sex with an anonymous toy is...”

Leah looked down, saw how hard he was.  “Go for it, love.  Make love to your creation.  Next time I’ll band all of me, and you can really...  Oh!  Oh my God!”

This round of sex was even more vigorous than the last, as Leah’s solid form proved much more stimulating to Neil than her gooey one had.

Once Neil was finally spent, he cuddled Leah against his body.  She nuzzled in against his neck, kissing him teasingly before asking, “So, should I stay like this?”

“What?”

“I could get a wheelchair, I only need my arms and head for work, really.”

“Why on earth would you even consider such a thing?”

“Because I saw your face.  You were in rapture.  That, and this feels incredible.”

Neil hugged her tight.  “Thank you for the offer.  But I want my wife back.”

To both of their surprise, that started Leah growing back to normal.  A minute later, her body was whole again.  “Hah.  Seems like I’m not the only one who can sculpt.  That was amazing, love!  I had no idea.  Imagine me as something else!”

“I don’t want something else, I want you.”

“Come on, upgrade my boobs at least.  You have to admit you’d like to see that.”

Neil did his best to imagine such a change.  While he grinned happily at the mental image that formed, Leah’s body didn’t change in the slightest.  After a few minutes of trying, Neil shook his head.  “Sorry, sweetie.  Doesn’t seem to work that way.  Maybe it’s a one-shot thing after sex?”

Leah giggled happily.  “Oh, that’d be awesome!”

“It would?”

“It’d mean you can screw me into being your toy anytime.  Next time I am so going full-body.”

Neil tried to look shocked, and failed.  “You’re mad, and I love you dearly.  Would you really want that?  I... don’t have great control.  You’d probably become utterly helpless.”

“Would you make good use of your toy?” breathed Leah with a flirty grin.

“The best.”

“Then yes.  I’d love it.  I love you, and trust you.  You’d feel ever so guilty keeping me like that if I objected.”

Neil’s brow wrinkled at that last.  “And you’re going to tell me you don’t object... to being kept as an object.”

Leah shook her head.  “Not at all.  I wish we’d tried pulling the band off and re-banding me like that.”

“But then you’d really be stuck!”

“Nah.  You fixed me.  You could do it again.  Here.”  Leah hopped off the bed, and stripped the steri-band off.  Before Neil could protest, she’d slid it back up her body again.

Neil stared at his wife.  “You’re... opaque.”

Leah patted her chest.  “And solid, too.”  A hand slipped down to her tummy, and she giggled.  “Oooh, that worked.”

“What worked...”  Neil looked closer.  “Your belly button is gone!  So is that scar next to it.  Did I do that?”

Leah shook her head.  “You restored me perfectly, scars and all.”  She slid the steri-band off again, revealing normal looking flesh, and a smooth, featureless belly.  “See?  It’s safe.  Tomorrow, I’m giving myself a boob job.”

Neil grinned.  “I see.  And do you still want to give me one?”

Leah nodded eagerly.  “I desperately want to sculpt you into something amazing.  Please?”

“Yes.”

Leah squealed with joy, and hugged her husband tight.

*** *** ***

The rest of the week passed in a whirlwind.  Leah kept her lightly-edited body the next day, showing it off to Barb.  The next day she showed off C-cup breasts, straining against her stretchiest bra.

Barb begged to borrow a band, and followed Leah’s directions.  When she showed up at work, she wordlessly handed the band back.  “But you look the same!” protested Leah.

“I’m no sculptor.  My boobs looked like lumpy clay.”

Leah tried not to giggle at the image, and failed horribly.  Barb laughed along with her, and admitted that she’d had lots of fun with it even so.  But in the end she’d taken the band off and let her body go back to normal.

Leah promised to sculpt Barb soon, but told her of Neil’s change of heart.  By Saturday she was practically bouncing with excitement.  At noon Neil had called to say he was putting the steri-band on, so he’d be ready when she got home.

Leah joyfully tackled her green, transparent husband when she got home, turning him into a lumpy mess.  “Ready?”

Neil glanced down at his squished-up body.  “I think you’ve already started.”

Leah fixed his legs enough that he could waddle beside her to her studio, a back room with plentiful windows to bring in lots of sunlight.  She set him up on a pedestal, and started to work.

When Neil started wiggling, she brushed his lips with a kiss that promised good things, and demanded stillness.  Her materials stilled, and from then on only moved at her touch.

Leah fell into an artistic fugue as she worked.  She’d never had material so responsive before, so easily worked, so perfect to her hand.  The endless fiddly details drew her in.  She barely came up for air, and not at all for food or sleep.

Eventually, her body’s long ignored demands claimed her.

Leah woke slumped against her sculpting pedestal, morning sunlight on her face.  She felt absolutely drained, parched and starving in a way that she hadn’t felt in years, not since she’d met Neil.  He always pulled her out of her art trances before she got this far.

She looked up, remembering what – or rather who – she’d been using as art supplies.  The clamouring of her stomach faded into insignificance in the face of the beauty in front of her.  On her pedestal stood a sylph-like form spun from green glass.  Her feet were roots, her body human and wreathed in vines and leaves, the human lines clearly visible under the glass.  Instead of arms, she had slender branches with riotous leaves.  The head was a glory of flowers of all descriptions.

Leah stumbled away from her creation, ate, drank and showered.  Then she finally noticed the time.  Monday morning.  She’d worked on Neil for some thirty hours, easily twice the time that would leave him stuck.

Leah returned to her studio, plucked the steri-band away from her muse, her art, her crowning glory.  The statue did not change in the slightest, and would not without her actively changing it.  And it was so beautiful, she had no idea how she could bear to do so.

“Oh Neil,” breathed Leah.  “What am I going to do?”