I moaned softly to myself as I woke up. I had never slept so soundly in my life. I tried to stretch, but something felt off. My body wasn’t quite responding to my movements. My eyes wouldn’t open when I told them to, either. In fact, I couldn’t quite find my eyes. Or much else of my body. As I wriggled around in my bed, trying to shake off the haze of sleep, it slowly came back to me. I had gone to sleep as Play-Doh. I must have rolled over a few times in my sleep, and my pliable body had just melded together into itself.

Which left me waking up this morning as a nearly formless lump of fleshy dough. I couldn’t see, since I had smoothed over my eyes myself, but I could definitely feel how mixed up my body was. For starters, my limbs had completely been mushed into my body. Simply attempting to wriggle my arms and legs, I could tell they were no longer intact. In fact, I felt rather spread out. I must have rather looked like some sort of lumpy, fleshy, blanket.

Fortunately, it appeared that my neck had twisted around so much in my sleep that my head had actually torn off my neck, so it had been spared from being melded in with the mass of flesh my body had become. Somewhat less fortunately, my face had been mostly smoothed over from rubbing against my pillow. I couldn’t get my mouth open, nor talk, and my nose definitely felt caved in.

I wriggled my body around as best I could, trying to get more of a feel of my current predicament. I couldn’t be too upset, I had basically asked for this. I had already known this would happen, and it was well worth it. Having such a soft body made sleeping that much more comfortable. Plus, it still felt extremely pleasurable whenever part of my body was molded or massaged. Still, I couldn’t help but wonder when Elandris would-

“Good morning, mistress.” Elandris’s voice rang out.

Oh. Great timing! I wriggled eagerly, awaiting my restoration.

“You certainly seem awake.” Elandris giggled. “Would you like to be restored yet?”

I weighed my options for a moment, but decided in favor of restoration. It was a Sunday, and I had plenty of spare time, but maybe I could play more games with Elandris. Or with Elandris inside me, at least. Either way, I didn’t have any real way to indicate yes or no, so I just wriggled more.

“Well, as per your instructions, I shall not restore you until you tell me to.” Elandris said.

I tensed up, and my heart sank, as the gravity of her words hit me. I couldn’t tell her to restore me! I was a formless blob of flesh! I wriggled harder, trying to convey my anxiety to her.

“But alas, you cannot tell me to restore you, lacking your mouth as you do.” Elandris said, in a dramatic, mocking tone.

Oh. She was toying with me. She knew that I knew what I had gotten myself into. At least I wouldn’t be trapped as a shapeless pile of dough forever. Y’know. Hopefully. I allowed myself to relax a little, spreading a little further out over my bed as a result.

“You certainly looked relaxed, mistress. Perhaps you don’t wish to be restored at all.”

Elandris really enjoyed toying with me. I wondered if this is how she saw me. A mortal toy to have fun with. It’s like I really was a living pile of Play-Doh to her. In a less literal sense. Maybe she’s okay doing all these things to me because she just wanted to mess with a mortal. I can’t say I wasn’t asking for it, though. And maybe I’m okay with that too. I’m sure a however-millennia-old-genie like her was having fun releasing her stress with me too. Especially given how she had reacted early on in our… arrangement.

Then I thought back to last night, and the… kiss. I suppose it wasn’t really a kiss, she was just restoring me. But surely there were any number of ways to magically restore me besides something so intimate... she had to have known what she was doing. Especially since she had mentioned having a human lover before. I blushed.

“Mistress, you’re turning an odd shade of red…” Elandris trailed off.

I had no idea that I could even still actually physically blush. How did that work? Did blood still flow through my body like this?

“Well, if you don’t want to be restored, I imagine you at least would like to be able to move again.” Elandris giggled.

There was a brief pause, and suddenly, I could feel myself moving involuntarily. My flesh was recollecting itself, and slowly, but surely, my body remade itself. Then I was just there, simply lying in bed.

“Oh.” I said. “I wasn’t expecting you to actually restore me anytime soon.” I giggled. I got up.

Immediately I knew something was off, from the way my body moved. It felt… a little heavy and sluggish. Like I had to drag myself around. I poked my stomach, and my finger made an indent. “I’m still made of Play-Doh, aren’t I?” I asked.

“Yes, mistress. I didn’t say I was restoring you.” Elandris giggled.

I stood up. Moving surprisingly wasn’t that hard. “I guess I had better be careful not to squish myself.” I muttered, as I took a step forward, and immediately stumbled, which quickly led to me falling face-forwards to the floor.

“Oh f-“ was all I managed to exclaim before my body literally splattered across the hardwood floor. I flung my arms out to catch myself, but being equally malleable as the rest of me, they made for poor protection as they simply collapsed on themselves, and my chest flattened out on top of them, melding together. My face squished flat against the floor, and I groaned. Sighing mentally, I put some effort into lifting myself off the floor, and was surprised to find that I could peel myself off the floor with ease. However, my front was flattened and I had lost the use of my arms, as they had been squished violently into my breasts.

“Tsk, tsk.” Elandris chided. “Didn’t you just say you had to be careful, mistress?” Elandris shook her head mockingly.

I frowned. Or at least, tried to. My squished up face certainly didn’t feel like it was frowning. “Did you trip me, Elandris?” I inquired. I certainly had a bad habit of tripping myself up on nothing at all, but this time it felt too convenient. Or inconvenient, as it were.

“Of course not, mistress.” Elandris said, innocently.

For the life of me, I couldn’t tell if she was lying or not. I shrugged as best as I could. “Could you at least put me back to normal?” I thought the wording of that over. “By which I mean, my shape. I still want to be Play-Doh. At least for now.”

“As you wish, mistress.” Elandris said. I swear, she was still mocking me. I would be upset if I hadn’t pretty much been asking for it. Or if I wasn’t enjoying this so much. She simply waved a hand, and I felt my body decompress as I popped back to my original dimensions.

I checked to see if I was still Play-Doh, too. Sure enough, my hand left indentations on my boob. I giggled. Inconvenience aside, being made of Play-Doh was delightfully fun. And sensual. I massaged my breast a bit more, as my fingers melted into it and I began massaging myself from the inside. I let out a brief moan of pleasure, before I caught myself. My eyes snapped open to find Elandris simply staring at me.

“Um…” I stammered.

“It’s quite alright, mistress. Feel free to pleasure yourself. I understand.” Elandris urged me on, grinning.

Now, I’m not an exhibitionist or anything, yet… I felt comfortable enough with Elandris. I tried to piece together why I didn’t feel self-conscious in front of her as I continued to feel up my own breast. It was partially that she sees me naked all the time. And she’s already regularly far closer to my body than any man has ever been. Or likely ever would be, considering she’d been IN me. But that was all the magic, right? It’s not like we’re intimate. The magic often felt so good that it felt strangely intimate, though. My mind wandered back to the kiss from last night. I shook it out of my head, shrugged, and continued walking to the living room, still eagerly massaging.

By the time I sat down on the couch, my hand and my breast had completely merged together. I had lost track of it completely, all I knew was that it was still inside my breast, and I could definitely feel it when I tried to move it. I gently removed my arm from my breast, leaving my hand embedded within, and my left arm ending in a stump.

Elandris eyed me, fascinated.

“I don’t mind if you watch, Elandris, but could you also get breakfast ready?” I asked, timidly.

Elandris didn’t say a word, she simply reached up to her head and popped it off like it were nothing more than a hat. She set it down on the table, so she could keep watching as her body prepared breakfast for me.

Looking down at my breasts, I noticed the left one was now very much uneven. I had tried as best as I could to keep its’ shape as round as possible, but since it absorbed my hand, it was now noticeably larger than its’ partner. I frowned. “That won’t do.” I muttered. I didn’t want to sacrifice my only remaining hand though. I pinched off part of the remaining stump of my left forearm, and gently massaged it into my right breast, careful not to massage my only hand in as well.

I frowned. My breasts were still uneven, now my right was a tad larger than my left. I pinched off a little bit more of my forearm, ending it just below the elbow. There. I grinned, pleased with myself. Reshaping myself as I pleased was fun.

I examined what remained of my left arm. At this point, I figured I might as well use the material elsewhere, the remainder of my limb was rather useless. I pinched my arm off at the shoulder, and dumped it onto the table. Unsure of what to do with it for now, I mindlessly rolled it into a smooth ball of flesh. Or as close as I could get it with only one hand.

I pinched off a tiny bit of the ball and examined the piece of doughy flesh. “Hey, Elandris, what would happen if I ate this?” I asked.

“Nothing, really. It would just merge back into you, since your entire body is the same material.” Elandris explained. “If you would really like to eat yourself, mistress, I could assist with that.”

“Um… wait, what?” This took me aback. “Eat myself? Like, as actual food?”

“Yes. I can’t guarantee you’d like your own taste, mistress, but I can arrange it.” Elandris said casually. No matter how surprising her magic was to me, her air of total nonchalance about it never seemed to falter. I guess she really has seen and done it all.

“Still, actually eating myself? How does that… work?” I inquired. It made no sense to me, logically. Then again, nothing about Elandris’ magic particularly made sense. I was currently living Play-Doh, after all.

“I’ll show you some time. I’ll make a meal out of you for you.” Elandris giggled.

I was wrestling with equal parts concern and anticipation. Kind of like when she had told me she was going to melt me for my bath. Except this might be even weirder.

“Anyway, speaking of food, breakfast is ready.” Elandris announced. Her body approached the table bearing a plate of bacon, eggs, and toast.

“Great.” I grinned. I did feel rather hungry. “Wait, can I even eat like this?” I wondered aloud. “My teeth are Play-Doh too. I can’t really chew.” I’d noticed earlier that even my teeth were now soft and flexible.

“Hmm, not in the same way.” Elandris replied.

“Come again?”

“You wouldn’t chew and swallow to ingest your food, simply… absorb it. Here, look.” Elandris picked up a small piece of bacon and poked it into the ball of flesh that was lying on the table.

“Um.” I said, as the bacon pierced my arm. Elandris buried the piece of bacon within my flesh, and covered up the resulting hole. “That tickles. I have bacon inside me.” I giggled.

Elandris proceeded to massage the ball of flesh, with the bacon inside, and as she did, I felt it slowly crumbling inside me. To my surprise, I could taste the strong flavor of the bacon as she did so… through my arm.

“See, this way, you’re still breaking it down and absorbing it.” Elandris said, helpfully, as she continued to massage the bacon into my arm.

“I can’t feel or taste it anymore.” I noticed.

“That means you’ve ingested it, mistress.” Elandris giggled. “Would you like me to continue ‘feeding’ you?”

“Yes, please.”

“I’m going to need a bigger piece of you, though.” Elandris motioned.

“Use my head. “ I offered. “I’d rather taste with my mouth if at all possible. Eating with my arm was… strange.“

Elandris obeyed, and simply tore my head off my neck. Wasting no time at all, she massaged my head into a shapeless mass on the table, kneading my features into nothingness. Once my head was a nice, uniform blob of doughy flesh, she began shaping it into a bowl. She dumped a generous helping of scrambled egg into my head, and proceeded to massage it closed, sealing the egg up inside my head, like some sort of bizarre dumpling. Then, she did the same thing she had done to the bacon with my arm, and I began ‘eating’. Whenever I was done with the last portion, she flattened my head out into a bowl once more, and repeated the process. It was easily the strangest meal I have ever had.

It took much longer for me to ‘eat’ my breakfast this way, but it certainly felt great. And getting any part of my flesh kneaded like this felt great, even if I was getting food mixed into me. As Elandris finished kneading the last piece of bacon into the flesh of my head, she rounded it off into a ball once more and placed it atop my neck, squishing lightly so that it fused back together.

I may have had a head of sorts, but it was certainly far from a useful head. I would have frowned if I could, but my facial features had been so thoroughly blended into the orb sitting atop my neck that I couldn’t make any sense of it.

Then, I felt my ‘head’ slowly start to reshape itself, as if an external force was molding it. Elandris’s magic, I assumed. My head returned to its’ normal shape.

“How was your meal, mistress?” Elandris smiled.

“Quite… interesting.” I said, “I’d never eaten like that before.”

“I would imagine not, mistress.” Elandris giggled.

“It’s not every day you have bacon and eggs massaged into your head.” I laughed. I looked down at the ball of flesh that was my left arm, and picked it up. “Say, Elandris. Is it possible for you to restore just my hands to flesh, while keeping the rest of me as Play-Doh? It’s rather hard to… do things, when my hands stick to everything else.”

Elandris shook her head. “I don’t think so, mistress. The magic works on entire bodies at a time.”

I didn’t need to ask if it worked the same way for separated bodies. That was how she introduced it to me in the first place, after all. “Darn.” I pouted.

“Are you ready to be restored, then?” Elandris asked.

“Mmm. If you could put my arm back, that would work for now. I think I’d rather like to spend the day as Play-Doh, if that’s possible. I don’t have anywhere to be tomorrow, anyway. Is there any time limit on your magic?”

“Not really, mistress. Not as long as I’m actively maintaining the spell, at least.” Elandris replied. As she spoke, my arm wove itself back together on its’ own. My breasts dwindled in size at the same time.

“Great!” I exclaimed, happily. I clapped my hands together, excitedly, before I realized what I had done. My hands were stuck together. I frowned, and pulled my hands apart, but my right hand simply came off my wrist instead, still stuck to my left. “Damnit. Elandris…?”

With a simple wave of her hand (that I’m relatively certain was just for show), my hands fixed themselves. “I hope it’s not too much of a bother that I keep asking you to restore me.” I bit my lip. Gently, so that I didn’t literally bite it off.

“Not at all, mistress.” Elandris giggled, “It’s entertaining enough simply watching you.”

“Great.” I muttered. She really did enjoy toying with me. Or in this case… watching me toy with myself. I got up and stretched, only to find my legs had fused together slightly. “I guess I’m going to have to hop everywhere now.” Today was going to be a fun day.