Any Bobbi 02

Superhero Scrunch

Bobbi unscrunched back to her regular form in one movement, her body, limbs and features snapping back into place. Soon, she was her usual plump, full-figured human self, with her tidy crop of hair. She rubbed her sore nose ruefully.

'I don’t think we’ll be doing that one again in a hurry,' she said to herself. She walked over to her phone, propped up on the dressing table with a couple of books, and stopped the video recording.

Last night Bobbi had found her old shapeshifting notebook. Written when she was a teenager, it detailed the various techniques she had tried out when she was learning the extent of her abilities. Inside were details of how to assume shapes that she hadn’t tried for years and she was curious to see if the methods she’d jotted down back then were still effective.

Bobbi had put on the pink leggings and purple crop hoodie of her shifting workout outfit that changed shape as she did and decided to record her efforts, maybe as part of an update, maybe just as a bit of fun. She often struggled with animal transformations and the notebook had reminded her that this was a longstanding problem. There were a few videos she’d made today that she might delete out of embarrassment. But some had been pleasingly successful and turning the page to the next entry she found one that she thought she might enjoy.

At nineteen she had toyed with the idea of applying for a superhero licence. She had no desire to go into crimefighting or to join one of the Flying Squads that employed the superpowered, but she thought it might be a useful thing to have on her CV. She’d never got around to making the application, although she had gone so far as to come up with a superheroic alter ego with the expected athletic physique. Reading back from her notebook, she prepared to follow the instructions she’d written down. She switched the video on her phone back on.

Her notes suggested beginning with her musculature. No surprise there, flexing was where most of her shapeshifts began. Except here it was the muscles themselves that were being changed and so rather than tense them, Bobbi simply imagined them reshaping. She struck a bodybuilding pose while keeping as relaxed as possible, a smile playing over her lips. The only effort she exerted was a mental one. Immediately she felt the familiar ‘scrunching’ sensation of her body altering. She loved her regular shape, especially the sensuality of her heavy belly. That didn’t stop her enjoying how it felt to tone it with her power, bringing definition and banishing flab through thought alone. All over her body, soft flesh tightened and transformed into powerful muscle. Her thighs and ass pulled taut, appearing sculpted beneath the fabric of her leggings. Arms and shoulders gained mass, but this wasn’t more fat. It was all biceps, triceps and deltoids.

She took in her new mesomorphic body. It was just how she remembered it from all those years ago. All it needed was the final touch. A quick refresher from the notebook and Bobbi scrunched again.

This time she concentrated on her face and hair. Her smile broadened and in doing so her cute, round features morphed into a graceful heroic beauty. A slight pull on her scalp and her hair lengthened and fell about her shoulders, its dark colour bleaching away as she sent an impulse from root to tip. With a blink, the last quiver of her scrunch lightened her dark brown eyes to piercing blue.

She threw a v-sign and a cheeky wink at the camera.

Well, she might not have had the temperament for being a superhero, but she had the look off to a tee. Maybe it wasn’t too late to apply for that licence.