Any Bobbi 04

More to Love

There was always a tingle of excitement when Bobbi put on her shifting outfit. She might enjoy a little ‘scrunch’ of the face every now and then or test the limits of her normal clothes with a ‘scrunch’ or two of height and muscle. But it was only when she pulled on her lavender and gold leggings and slipped into her violet crop hoodie that she felt an unmistakable thrill: Now there were no limits - she could become absolutely anybody she wanted.

The first part was almost like a meditation technique. She cleared her mind, disassociating it from the reality of her physical form. She was medium height with a full figure that she wasn’t entirely sure was her own. When she ‘unscrunched’ after spending some time in another form, she was almost certain that she was returning to her original shape - it certainly felt right in the moment. But there was always the nagging doubt that maybe she’d unconsciously made herself a little bigger or maybe even smaller than she originally was. She was used to her round face being crowned with a short crop of brown hair. Had she had it styled that way, once upon a time? Or had that too become a default transformation, an idea of how her hair should look when she was ‘herself’? At any rate, her current body was the one she thought of as her own. But with each deep breath she took, it became less and less of a physical thing and more of an abstract idea.

Bobbi became aware of the peculiar fizzing sensation that meant her molecules were now hers to control. All it would need now was a ‘scrunching’ of her unique muscles and she would start to transform. Lately, she had fallen into the habit of taking forms that were more defined. Thinner frames, or ones that were more toned. Often tall and lithe, with sharp features and neat and precise hairstyles. Today would be an antidote to that. She focussed her mind on the image of what she wanted to become and began to change.

‘Scrunch’.

Everything spread at once. Her hips widened as she twitched the muscles that would expand them. Her thighs doubled in width, and with that came the sheer sensual pleasure of feeling them grow at her bidding. She lost a few inches in height, but gained more in every other direction. Her stomach expanded at the pull of her unique anatomy and her breasts ballooned to match. Reflexively, her shoulders grew, the better to support this extra weight. Her already-round face plumpened even further and she laughed in delight at the tingling wave of sensation that followed in the wake of her growth. That wave broke upon her scalp as her short and neat hair exploded. Bright, copper-red curls tumbled down in its place, wild at first, but tamed ever-so-slightly with a smaller, fine-tuning ‘scrunch’. As expected, Bobbi’s outfit had altered to accommodate this new shorter, broader version of her. As she relaxed after completing her ‘scrunch’, she thought for a second that she could feel her expanded body retract a little, like stretched elastic giving slightly. But no, she remained at least twice the size of her regular form. And whereas the thinner, more compressed shapes she’d taken before might look good, she’d always been aware of the constant tension in her body that sustained them. This, however… Well, this…

This felt amazing.