Christmas dinner had been interesting. Carmella and Robert had told the girls a version of what had happened on the dig. They recounted the sand storm, the time at the oasis, the house, being captured by the mujahideen, and the pitched battle resulting in their rescue. They had left out what exactly they had done to survive in the desert, and why Hazel and the Nazi scientists had been following them. Robert and Carmella both noted Rebecca reaction and resolved to speak to her and Jason about it soon. All in all it was a nice meal and pleasant if a bit awkward evening.
After bidding Carmella and Robert goodnight, Rebecca, Jason, and Dana decided to have a parent free powwow. Dana was excited to have her sister over to her place. They had both been too busy with school to get together during the semester. She was eager to show off the apartment she shared with her BFF, Emily.
Rebecca took a long drag and held her breath while she passed the small joint to Jason. Both Jason and she hadn't smoked anything for a long time. Weed had been dropped after their high school rebellion days; cigarettes had been picked up around the same and quit a couple of years later. Toking was a bit of a trip down memory lane.
Dana giggled. She'd known that her sister had smoked, but had never actually seen it happen. When she had produced the joint and suggested that they all smoke together she wasn't sure the other two would go for it. They had readily agreed.
Jason took a long haul on the joint as well and passed it to Dana who took a smaller toke. Rebecca exhaled a nice cloud of smoke and relaxed back into the couch. Emily was currently back home with her family, so they had the place to themselves.
"So mom and Robert seem happy together," Rebecca said. "I'm glad. She needed someone."
"She did need someone, but Mr. Robinson?" Dana asked as she passed the joint back to Rebecca who took a smaller toke. "He always struck me as a little weird. I guess I know why now. Knowing what he is and that we were his 'subjects' makes my skin crawl. I guess if mom is happy though. Do you think they hooked up?"
Rebecca snorted a bit derisively as she passed the joint to Jason. "During the sand storm, the captivity, or the Nazi scientist torture?"
"Definitely," Jason said. He hauled on the joint again while the girls gave him a look before continuing. "Did you not see how they looked at each other? You can't tell me he didn't tap that."
"Ew, Jason!" Rebecca exclaimed. She smacked Jason with a pillow. Dana laughed. "That's my mom. Nobody should be talking about 'tapping' her; especially not my boyfriend."
Dana took the joint from Jason's outstretched hand. "She did need it. You were right 'becca, she did look very happy. I'm willing to overlook my creep meter for her. He does seem to genuinely care for her." Dana took a large toke on the joint and put the roach in the ashtray on the table. "What do you think the scientists are watching us for?" Rebecca and Jason quickly glanced at each other. Dana's eyes grew wide. "You know, don't you?"
Rebecca blushed. "We both might have an idea."
Dana pursed her lips. "Is it something sexy? I know we both have great racks. Does it have anything to do with our breasts?"
Jason coughed. "You haven't changed at all, have you? always going on about breasts. You are the most breast obsessed straight girl I have ever met."
"Does it make you uncomfortable?" Dana asked eyeing him. She slowly arched her back, stretching her sweater across a rack only slightly smaller that Rebecca's. She made sure to shake them just a bit, to catch Jason's eye.
"Only in the pants." Rebecca said, patting Jason's crotch.
Jason's gaze snapped back to Rebecca. "What the hell?" Dana laughed again.
"You haven't been around me and my sister as a boyfriend." Dana explained. "We can get very frank."
Jason blushed. "Not too frank, I hope."
Rebecca leaned forwards. "Jason is fantastic in the sack. You would not believe the size of him."
Dana's eyes lit up. "He looks reasonably big form here."
"Hold on girls." Jason interrupted. "First off, thank-you, but I don't feel comfortable having my penis discussed like that."
"Shut the hell up." Dana said. "I've heard boys talking about breasts exactly like that. What's with the double standard? Do we not live in times of equality for all?"
"Equality?" Jason asked. "That's objectification and I rarely participate."
"Pfft." Rebecca scoffed. "You objectify me all the time."
"Not in the presence for others." Jason maintained. "There has to be a certain level of discretion."
"Men are hardly discrete about it." Dana said dismissively. Jason regarded her. "You have no idea the things I've heard; the things I went through in high school. I've talked to Rebecca. I know what she went through and trust me; she's got nothing on me. Two years and moving across the country makes a big difference in a high school student’s sexual attitude. I've been groped countless times. My bra strap has been snapped hard enough to leave marks for days. Do you know how much a purple nurple hurts when you actually have breasts? I don't think so."
Before Jason could articulate a response Rebecca jumped in. "Hey Jason." she called. Jason turned to look at her and stopped. She had stripped off her top and was sitting in her slightly too small bra. "Be discrete about this." Jason's mouth dropped open in surprise. Rebecca lounged back on the couch again and dropped her shirt on the ground, a self-satisfied smile playing at her lips. "Nice and discrete, dear."
"Oh so very discrete." he heard from Dana. Jason ripped his eyes away from Rebecca's baby blue bra encased breasts to respond to her, only to get an eyeful of Dana's lacy purple covered chest. When Rebecca had stripped off her shirt and distracted Jason, Dana eagerly followed suit. "I can't tell you're staring at my boobs." Dana said dryly as she threw her top into the corner of the room and leaned back in her chair. Jason couldn't respond he just looked back and forth between the two of them in silence.
Rebecca laughed. "This is good pot Dana. You have excellent taste. What is it?"
"It's called Blueberry Bubble gum," Dana said I have a hookup that gets me a really good price on it."
"Do you do him favours?" Rebecca pressed. "I know that even low grade pot isn't cheap here."
Dana shifted a little in her seat. "Once or twice, yeah." Rebecca tsked. "But I'm a grown woman," Dana continued. "If you saw him you might want to do him a favour yourself."
"Do you like him as more than a dealer?" Rebecca asked.
Dana sighed. "Yeah, I do. I don't want to be tied down to anyone yet though. He likes me. He's told me as much, but I don't know how mom will react."
Jason cleared his throat. He’d regained his composure a bit. "I'm sure Carmella will be okay with whomever you bring home. She's pretty cool and level headed."
Dana sighed. "You're right. I should introduce him. I'll just leave out a few of the less savoury aspects of his character."
"Have you settled down a bit now Jason?" Rebecca asked.
Jason grinned. "A bit. I was just taken by surprise there."
"Very discretely taken by surprise." Danna commented, and snickered. Rebecca guffawed. Even Jason smiled.
"I guess I set myself up for that one," he said.
"Yessir." Dana agreed. She made a point of glancing down at his crotch. "You do look more under control." Jason blushed again.
Dana snapped. "Oh right, the observers." She leaned forwards and asked in a hushed tone. "What do you guys know? Why are they watching us?"
Rebecca looked at Jason. "Should we tell her?"
Jason snorted. "The way you two talk I'm surprised you haven't shown her."
"Do you think we should?" Rebecca asked.
"Show her? I dunno. How do you think she'd take it?" Jason pondered.
"Take what?" Dana demanded. "What is it? Please tell me. I promise I'll love it. I won't freak out or anything."
Jason shrugged his shoulders. "It's up to you, honey."
"Okay. The pot should make this easy. I feel pretty loosy goosey." Rebecca lifted her hands. She grabbed the bottom of her bra cups and lifted them. Both her breasts rolled out of the cups and off her chest onto the couch on either side of her. The right one nestled between her hip and the arm of the couch, the left sitting between her and Jason.
"That's probably why they're observing us," Jason said.
"Holy shit!" Dana cried. "Your boobs just fucking came right off. Am I tripping hard?"
Rebecca grinned. "Nope. My tits come off. If I'm relaxed it happens a lot easier."
"We both freaked the fuck out when it first happened though," Jason said as he shifted in his seat. He picked up Rebecca's left breast and put it on his lap. It's not just her breasts either. Her arms and legs come off too; and apparently her parts can be swapped."
Dana reached out towards the tit in Jason's lap. "Can I touch it?"
Rebecca smiled. "Sure."
Dana brushed Rebecca's breast with her fingertips. "Wow," she whispered. She reached out with her other hand and picked it up. "Wow," she repeated in her normal voice. She squeezed Rebecca's breast between her hands "It's squishy." Rebecca bit her lip. Jason stared. He had to shift his seat again.
"Oh, stop it Dana. I can feel that," Rebecca said.
"You can feel me feeling you up?" Dana asked. Rebecca nodded. Jason coughed, drawing Dana’s attention. "You like watching me feel her up?" she asked, squeezing Rebecca's tit again.
"He definitely does," Rebecca said. "He really enjoys taking me apart. You should relax a little dear." Rebecca reached into Jason's lap. She undid his belt buckle and started on the button.
Jason protested. "I don’t want things to get weird between us all."
"You should definitely relax." Dana piped up. ‘It won’t get weird, I promise." She put Rebecca's breast down in her lap and reached behind her back. "I know I'm going to relax a little more. Do you mind Rebecca?"
"I do not mind." Rebecca replied, and then made a triumphant noise as Jason's button came undone. "I think I would agree to a lot of things right now. That's why I stopped smoking, you know. I was too easy to take advantage of," Rebecca continued as she started on Jason's fly.
Dana nodded. She unclasped her bra and let it slide down her arms. Her breasts, while not as large as Rebecca's lacked tan lines. They were darker on the whole. Her areolae were a bit larger, but her nipples were smaller. As with her sister though, her breasts hung below her bottom ribs. She sighed and rolled her shoulders. "I wish I could come apart like that. I can’t imagine what it’s like not having to lug these things around." Dana said, indicating her breasts. "Jogging would be so much easier."
Dana hefted Rebecca’s detached boob up between her own. It pushed her sizeable tits to the sides. The size difference was made more apparent in this arrangement. Dana sighed. "Even though it would be heavier, I wish I had tits like yours Rebecca."
"Yours are nice Dana. Sometimes I think mine are too big," Rebecca said. "People don’t take me seriously at all."
"You think people take me seriously?" Dana asked. "E cups aren’t that much smaller than F cups. Besides, when I’m on my period I get larger than you and you know it. I have just as many people talking to my chest as you. If you’re going to be big, may as well be fucking huge; I say."
"I take you both very seriously." Jason offered. "And I like the way you think Dana."
"Jason’s a tit man," Rebecca explained.
"Duh! Ya think?" Dana responded. "Look as all the girlfriends he’s ever had. It just makes sense." Dana turned her attention to Jason. "What do you think of this?" she asked, lifting her arms under hers and her sister’s boob.
Jason sensed he was suddenly in dangerous territory here. He was careful to not let his eyes linger too much on the parallel lines of cleavage. "It’s definitely an interesting look." He glanced at Rebecca and she seemed pleased with his answer and reaction so he decided to take a chance. "Maybe we should explore it a little?" he ventured.
Rebecca snorted. "See. Tit fanatic."
Dana put her sister’s breast down in her lap. "’Becca, give me your other boob." Dana demanded. Rebecca smirked, guessing what her sister had in mind, and passed her right tit to her sister. Dana didn’t disappoint. She awkwardly held her Rebecca’s unwieldy breasts, one in each hand, and held them up under her own. "How does this look, Jason?"
Jason couldn't help but laugh. Dana looked ridiculous. "Maybe if they were all attached; you look like you’re about to drop them."
Dana frowned. She lifted Rebecca’s breasts up higher, pushing her own up under her chin. "It would be awesome if they really did attach." She pulled them tighter against her chest. "Do you think that mayb-" , she stopped abruptly, interrupted by a couple of pops. Dana’s and Rebecca’s mouths both dropped open at the same time. What happened didn’t click with Jason, at least not until Dana removed her hands from under her second pair of breasts and they stayed stuck on her chest and belly.
"Holy shit." Dana whispered.
"What the fuck?" Rebecca said at the same time. "I can’t feel my tits anymore."
"I can feel them, Rebecca," Dana said. "It’s like your tits became mine."
"Wait? What?" Jason asked. "Dana, you took Rebecca’s tits?"
Dana answered with wonder in her voice. "Yeah. Holy shit! Yeah!" She started squeezing the breasts that were formerly her sisters. "They feel great. I think they like being squeezed."
"It’s like they’re gone." Rebecca said. She brought her hands up to her flat chest. "I can’t feel them at all. This is freaky." She leaned forwards in her chair and poked her former breast. She felt nothing, but Dana certainly did.
Dana chest was quite crowded. Having four breasts was really turning her on. All four of her nipples were crinkled and erect, and all four of her breasts were swelling. Her bottom pair of breasts grew so much that they didn’t just hang down her tummy, but sat in her lap. They also supported her upper breasts, the ones that were naturally hers, giving them impressive projection.
Dana was a little lost in her boobs. She was thinking out loud. "How would I get a bra on these? Where would I go for a fitting? I mean, I know the cup size; F to H depending on the time of the month. I know they grow a lot when turned on, like right now. Oh, yeah, they’re heavy."
Jason stood up. His pants fell to his ankles. He stepped out of them and walked around behind Dana, his boxers were tenting. "Hey Rebecca, if she’s got something of yours, maybe you should have something of hers," he suggested, a grin on his lips. Dana didn’t hear a thing. Rebecca nodded. Jason pointed to Dana’s arms. Rebecca’s mouth curved up in a grin.
Jason grabbed Dana’s upper arms and pulled them apart. It took almost all of his strength; in fact he almost thought it wasn’t going to work, but there were two pops and Danas arms came off her body.
"Ah. What the fuck?" Dana cried. Her hands clenched into fists and recoiled.
Jason handed Danas left arm to Rebecca. "I’m taking your arms," Rebecca said nonchalantly. "You took my tits. Fair is fair." She placed the shoulder a bit below her own left arm and pulled it into her side. There was a pop and Rebecca suddenly had three arms. Her new arm straightened out, its wrist turning circles. She took Dana’s other arm form Jason and attached it similarly on the other side. "There we go," she said. Jason sat back down on the couch beside Rebecca as she interlaced the fingers on each set of arms together and cracked their knuckles in front of her empty chest. "Have you been working out? Your arms feel stronger than mine."
"This is so weird," Dana stated. "I have no arms." She looked at her shoulders on either side. They were just smooth curves. She looked back up at Rebecca "I can’t help but feel kind of helpless."
Rebecca and Jason looked at each other. Memories of their first night of experimenting brought smiles to their lips. "You aren’t helpless," Jason said as Rebecca stood up, a predatory gleam in her eyes. ", yet," she finished for him as she pounced on her sister.
Rebecca’s upper two arms pinned Dana into the chair, holding her down by the breasts, one knee went on either arm of the chair. Dana shrieked. "Did you feel that tingle when your arms came off? It’s how you know separation is going to happen. You’re about to feel it again in your legs." Rebecca’s bottom set of arms dove into her sister’s yoga pants. She grasped Dana’s muscled thighs and pushed them away from her body. There were two pops as Dana’s legs came off at the hip.
Dana’s legs, still wearing her yoga pants slid off the seat of the chair to the ground. Dana’s panty clad bottom lifted off the seat as she tried to buck her sister off. "He he he. Now you’re helpless," Rebecca laughed. "You’re nothing but a four titted torso."
"Rebecca. You making me show my undies to Jason," Dana protested.
"Oh, stop it," Rebecca admonished her sister." You don’t mind. And he sure as hell doesn’t mind. Do you hon?"
"Not if you don’t," Jason replied. He picked Dana’s legs up off the ground and put them beside him on the couch where Rebecca bad been sitting. He was fine watching his girlfriend fondle her four big breasted sister, as long as they were both okay with it. Something didn’t feel normal though. His underwear felt unusually loose, especially given what he was watching happen in front of him right now.
Dana’s next comment hit what didn’t feel right on the head. "I thought you said Jason was enormous ‘Becca. He doesn’t look like anything too special right now. If anything I’d say he looks smaller than before."
Rebecca stopped molesting her sister and turned to look. "She’s right baby. I’d expect you to tear your underwear with this going on. You don’t look as muscular as normal. What’s wrong?"
"I don’t know." Jason answered, his puzzlement coming through in his voice. "I feel fine. I don’t feel as strong as normal, but other that I feel alright." He paused. "Could it be the pot you think?"
"Maybe." Rebecca replied. She sat on the arm of the chair her sister was occupying. "I know it made detachment easier for me. I barely had to think about it. My body is kind of buzzing too. Maybe your strength and muscle size comes from the Nazi experiments too. You have to admit that for your size you are unusually strong and muscular."
Dana piped up. "Do you think drugs alter your abilities? I guess I mean our abilities? I mean you did look larger at mom’s place, Jason."
"It’s certainly possible. I guess. My great grandparents were in the same camp as yours," Jason said. "Do you think there are others out with abilities like us?"
"There probably are. Do you think mom has any abilities?" Dana asked.
"Maybe that’s why she and Robert were taken prisoner in the desert." Rebecca suggested.
"Shit. I wonder what she can do," Dana pondered. "Did you see how she looked when they got home compared to today? She just seems a lot tighter now? Does that make sense?"
"Maybe she’s stretchy like you, Rebecca," Jason suggested. "Maybe that why she and Robert hooked up." Rebecca glared as him.
Dana looked up at Rebecca. "Wait? You stretch too? like Mrs. Incredible?"
"You mean Elastigirl? Kind of." Rebecca replied. "I don’t know if I’m that flexible but I am pretty stretchy." Her lips curled up at the corners of her mouth. "I kind of had to be to handle the disappearing man over there."
"Hey," Jason protested.
"You’ll have to see him some time when he’s sober Dana," Rebecca continued. "You know those half gallon bottles of pop? He’s bigger."
Dana’s eyes grew wide. "Bigger than that? And you fit it inside you?" Rebecca nodded. "How?"
"It just kind of happened." Jason said. "I’d never been able to actually have proper intercourse with anyone before Rebecca. She changed my life."
"I just straddled him and it just kind of worked." Rebecca explained. "I thought he was going to tear me in half. He stretched my tummy up between my tits."
"He tit fucked you while he fucked you?" Dana looked at Jason with a new respect. "Damn. I want to see him naked and sober."
"Well, tonight’s a wash for that," Rebecca said.
Dana pouted. "I guess so. Say, I could use another joint. How about you guys?"
"I wouldn’t say no to some more." Rebecca said.
"I dunno. I don’t want to shrink anymore." Jason said.
"I doubt you would honey," Rebecca replied. "You look above average now, just not muscle bound the way you normally do. Besides," she concluded, "we should experiment in a safe place i.e. here, in case something happens in the wild. Just so we know what to expect."
Jason mulled it over briefly. "Maybe you’re right."
"All the cool kids are doing it." Dana said, sticking out her tongue before promptly receiving a thrown pillow to the face. "Hey no fair throwing pillows at the woman who can’t defend herself. No arms, remember?"
"That’s right." Rebecca said. "No arms, no legs, and four tits. Jason, roll something. I have work to do." Rebecca turned menacingly back to her sister. "I’m taking back what was mine and collecting interest."
"It’s in the box in the drawer on the left." Dana said helpfully as Rebecca put a knee on Dana’s pelvis to hold her down. Dana squirmed underneath her sister. Her legs moved uselessly on the couch. "Hey, stop that ‘Becca." Rebecca’s four hands darted in, each grabbing a breast. "No no no. Don’t." Dana pleaded to no avail. Rebecca jerked her arms back all at once.
There were four pops in rapid succession and all of Dana’s breasts came off. "Ah!" Dana cried playfully. Rebecca stood over her sister triumphantly, one tit raised in each hand. Dana dissolved into a fit of giggles. "I felt the tingle there."
"I claim these breasts as my own, for the honour of Greyskull!" Rebecca proclaimed and pulled them all tight against her chest. There was four more pops as they all attached.
"Ya, okay. Whatever you say She-Ra." Dana said drolly.
"Oh you shut up or I’ll take more of you," Rebecca threatened. "And I won’t need a magic sword to do it."
"Jason. Help me! Save me from your savage girlfriend." Dana cried. Her torso wriggled on the chair under Rebecca’s restraining knee.
"Can’t. Busy rolling." Jason said with a grin on his lips as he poured the pot from the grinder into the paper he had prepared. "You’re on your own. Besides, I don’t remember He-Man and She-Ra ever fighting."
"You’re hardly He-Man right now." Dana replied quickly.
"Oh you’re definitely on your own now." Jason retorted. He paused before flippantly remaking, "Bring me her head, dear," then licking the glue on the rollie.
"You heard the man." Rebecca said. She put a hand on either side of her sister’s head and a hand on each shoulder.
"You can’t," Dana said, shaking her head in Rebecca’s hands.
Rebecca pulled up with her upper arms and pushed down with her lower ones. Dana felt a strong tingle run across her neck just beneath her jaw. There was one loud pop as Dana’s head separated from her neck and a shriek form Dana. Jason started and turned around, a finished joint between his fingers in one hand, a lighter in the other. He saw Rebecca holding Dana’s head, mouth agape, up above her own, looking up at it; Dana’s now near featureless panty clad torso on the chair between her knees. "I can," she said, "and I have."
"Holy crap Rebecca. I was kidding when I said to bring me her head." Jason said.
Rebecca dismounted form the chair and turned to face Jason. She passed Dana’s head to her lower arms, turning is so she would be able to see, and held it in front of her crotch. Her upper arms crossed below her upper set of breasts and above the bottom set. "I wanted to see if her head could come off. And it did. Mine probably will too."
"What’s gotten into you?" Jason asked.
"Pot," was her answer. "It makes me silly and suggestible."
"Holy fuck!" Dana cried. "You ripped my head off. That’s unbelievable!"
"More unbelievable than arms legs or breasts coming off?" Jason asked wryly, looking down at Dana’s head. "I mean if that’s possible is your head coming off really that surprising? The other day I pulled out your sister’s cervix because we didn’t’ have a rubber."
"I guess not." Dana replied. "It’s still messed up; awesome at the same time though. Hang on you pulled out what?"
Rebecca gave Jason a look. He sighed and put the joint in Dana’s mouth. "You should smoke some more pot," he said. Rebecca lifted Dana’s head up in front of her chest. Jason flicked the lighter and held it to the end of the joint. Dana inhaled, her chest rose on the chair behind Rebecca. Rebecca took the joint from her lips, took a drag and passed it to Jason who took a drag before sitting back down on the couch.
"A few nights ago we were messing around," he began. He took another toke and passed the joint to Rebecca before picking up Dana’s legs so Rebecca could sit on the couch. He put the pair of legs on the floor in front of the chair. Rebecca sat beside him and took a drag on the joint. "Things were getting all hot and heavy when Rebecca’s tits came off in my hands."
"He made me have a boobgasm and pop!" Rebecca interjected. She giggled and held the joint for Dana.
Jason snorted. "Anyway, I was all ‘I don’t want to scare you off, I’m pretty huge.’ Rebecca was all ‘I can take everything you’ve got.’ Well. I showed her and she showed me. Like she said earlier, I got bigger than a bottle of soda." Rebecca nodded. Jason took the joint form her and took another quick toke. "I’m done," he said and passed it back to her.
Jason exhaled a small cloud of smoke into the now hazy air while Rebecca toked again. "I wanted it bad. She wanted to conquer me bad, but we didn’t have protection. I can’t wear a condom when I get big like that. It hurts too much."
"I’ll bet," Dana agreed before taking her own toke from the almost dead joint. Rebecca toked again while Jason continued.
"We both knew we didn’t have any STD’s, we just didn’t want to get her pregnant. Your sister came up with the idea, actually." Jason admitted.
"Really? Rebecca?" Dana asked before finding the joint between her lips again.
"Yup. By god I was horny and he already had his arm in me up to the elbow and two fingers in my cervix." Rebecca explained. "I figured if my breasts came off maybe other parts would too, so I told him to try. He pulled and out it came."
Rebecca took the roach form Dana’s mouth and put it in the ashtray on the table. She put Dana’s head down on the chair opposite the couch where her torso was.
"You let him put his fingers in your womb?" Dana asked. "Didn’t that hurt?"
Rebecca shook her head. "It felt good. I like being stretched out. I am a size queen. Besides, it wasn’t the first time I’ve had things up there."
"Damn. I didn’t know." Dana said.
Rebecca blushed a bit. It’s not something I usually advertise, even to my closest friends."
Jason continued. "So anyways, it came out and I went in." Jason smiled. "It was great. The first time I had ever truly had sex. Then came the aforementioned titfucking while fucking, then shit got real weird."
"Yeah. " Rebecca took up the tale. "He came buckets. I looked like I was pregnant when he was done. My belly was bigger than a basketball. I came harder than I ever had before." Rebecca had a dreamy smile at the memory. "We figured that to save the couch he should carry me to the bathroom to pull the plug so to speak. Before we did thought, he picked up my cervix and played with it a bit."
Dana arched an eyebrow. Jason shrugged. "We had just found out she was stretchy, I wanted to see how stretchy she was. It was available."
"Perfectly reasonable," Dana agreed. "I would probably have done the same."
Rebecca cleared her throat. "Anyway, He got his whole hand in there. I could feel it moving inside me. I don’t know how that’s possible. It like it was some kind of portal to my womb. Anyway, he stood up and my arms and legs just fell right off. We decided to leave them there and clean up in the bathroom. On his first step he tripped on my legs, fell on my cervix and all of a sudden his whole frikken arm was inside me."
"Holy shit. Didn’t it hurt?" Dana asked
"That part did a bit, yeah. " Rebecca admitted. "He punched my boobs when it happened. It wasn’t really his fault though. They flew off. So I was just a head on a torso. Kind like you were before I beheaded you, but with less clothes and a massive arm pushing out my sides."
"That was pretty much the end of the evening," Jason concluded.
"I’ll bet." Dana said.
"Well, it didn’t quite end right then," Rebecca added, "but that was the end of our ‘explorations’ for the night."
"Wow," Dana said. "It sounds like you guys had quite the evening."
"Yeah. It was." Jason agreed.
"It was a fantastic evening." Rebecca said. She leaned over and gave Jason a sloppy kiss. Jason put his arm around her waist, sliding his hand under her lower set of breasts.
"Can I see?" Dana asked.
"Uh… You want to watch us have sex?" Jason asked, surprised. That was a further than he was willing to go.
"No." Dana tried to shake her head, but couldn’t. "No. Show me how you stretch, Rebecca."
"Okay," Rebecca agreed. She sat up on the couch. "Let me just get rid of these extra parts first."
"You mean the parts of me?" Dana asked.
"Yup," Rebecca affirmed. She stuck her tongue out at Dana. "Like I said, extra parts." Rebecca easily pulled off Dana’s breasts with barely a noise. She tossed them onto the chair with Dana’s body and moved her own breasts back up to their proper place. She reached across her body with all four arms, grabbing the cross lower wrist with her upper set of arms and pulled. Dana’s arms came of her body, again with almost no sound. She put them on the chair with Dana’s body too.
"Hey, I can feel my parts again." Dana said. "Cool. I guess they revert to their original owner if they’re not attached to anything."
"Indeed," Rebecca replied. She held out her arm. "Alright, are you ready?"
"Yup," Dana said.
"Here’s goes." Rebecca concentrated on her arm, willing it to stretch. Nothing happened. She grit her teeth and concentrated harder. Sill nothing happened.
"That’s not exactly impressive ‘becca." Dana said.
"Dammit, Jason. Why isn’t it working?" Rebecca asked.
"I don’t know," he replied. "Maybe last time you weren’t trying to stretch yourself. You were kinds of forced to stretch."
"Do you think that’s what it is? I can’t control it? That sucks." Rebecca concluded. She pushed herself up of Jason’s chest. "Give me a hand Jason. I’ve gotta show Dana. Stretch my arm." Rebecca held her arm out in front of Jason.
"Umm… Okay." Jason took her wrist in one hand and her upper arm in the other. "Ready?"
"Yes." Both girls said in unison.
"Alright, here goes." Jason announced. He pulled on Rebecca’s wrist and pushed on her upper arm. Rebecca’s elbow tingled and popped as it came apart leaving Jason holding her forearm in one hand.
"Shit," she swore. "That wasn’t supposed to happen. Put me back together Jason. I’ll try to not come apart."
Jason put her arm back together. "Concentrate on staying together this time," he said. Rebecca nodded. Jason started to pull his hands apart again.
Dana’s eyes widened as the distance between Jason’s hands grew wider. At first they parted an additional inch, then two, then four, then there was a pop and Rebecca’s arm was in two pieces again.
"Holy shit. That’s cool." Dana breathed.
Rebecca frowned and shook her head. "No it’s not. I didn’t want that to happen. I tried to stay together."
"Could be the pot." Jason suggested. "I know it’s affected me. You said earlier that you feel really loose." He turned her forearm around and poked her in the boob with it. There was a slight pop and Rebecca’s tit fell into her lap, followed immediately by the hand that used to be on the end of her forearm.
"Ah!" She cried. "What the fuck?" There was a second before the upper portion of her separated arm fell off. "What the fuck is happening to me? I can’t stop it." Rebecca cried. She looked at her empty shoulder then quickly turned her head to look at the other side. That was a mistake. Rebecca’s head tipped back onto the back of the couch. Jason acted fast and caught it before it fell.
Rebecca’s body fell apart before their eyes. Her feet rolled to either side and her lower legs slid out the bottom of her jeans. Her other breast fell into her lap. The impact disconnected her thighs which slid down her pant legs to the lie on her feet. Her breasts followed the quickly, rolling off the couch cushion. Her torso slumped to one side and her chest slid off onto Jason’s lap. Her remaining attached arm fell off her shoulder and broke into three pieces on impact with the carpet while her waist slid off the other side of her hips.
"What the hell?" Rebecca asked, her eyes wide.
"Woah." Dana said. "You just fucking fell to pieces."
"How high are you?" Jason asked "On a scale of one to ten where would you put yourself." He put Rebecca’s head down beside her hips on the couch cushion.
"I’d give myself a seven. But what the hell does that have to do with this?" Rebecca asked as Jason put her chest down on the floor with the rest of her parts.
"Your tits practically fell off on their own after one joint. Maybe the higher you get the looser you get," Dana suggested; "literally and figuratively." Jason touched his finger to the tip of his nose. Dana smiled.
"I guess that makes sense," Rebecca said after thinking it over. "But how come Dana isn’t falling apart?"
"Higher tolerance maybe?" Dana suggested. "I do smoke a lot more that you. I’d put myself at a five."
"I wouldn’t be surprised," Jason replied.
"I’m hungry," Rebecca stated. "Do you have any munchies here Dana?"
"I don’t think so." Dana replied. "Emily and I finished it all before she left and I haven’t bought anymore. Besides, you wouldn’t even be able to feed yourself," she finished with a smirk.
"Jason would feed me. Wouldn’t you dear?" Rebecca asked.
"I guess I could." Jason agreed. "But only if you do something for me later."
"Something like what?" Rebecca asked back.
"Oh I dunno; something involving some of your bits and pieces. I can just pack up the parts I need," he replied casually. "Would her chest, stomach, legs, arms, and head be safe here, Dana?"
"Hey!" Rebecca protested.
"I don’t know. I might tickle them." Dana answered.
"If she jiggles and squirms it’s better," Jason said.
"I’m more than a collection of parts!" Rebecca said.
"Not right now you’re not," Dana noted.
"Shut up, you. You’re not much better." Rebecca shot back.
Dana bent her arms in an attempt to get things to the proper place. "We’ll see about that," she said. She got her shoulder lined up and roller her torso against it. There was a pop and Dana laughed triumphantly. She pushed her torso up a little and dragger her other arm into place. With a quick pull across her torso, Dana seated her second arm in the proper place. "What was that about being just a collection of parts?" Dana asked as she picked up her head, put it on her neck and pulled down. She picked up her breasts and attached them to her chest. "I’m looking pretty together right now."
"Goddammit." Rebecca fumed. "How come you can do that and I can’t?"
"It’s the highness dear." Jason patronized her.
Rebecca stuck her tongue out. "Shut up and get me some chips," she ordered. "Salt and Vinegar."
"Of course dear." Jason replied as he rose to his feet. "Would you like anything Dana?"
Dana was shuffling to the edge of her seat. She paused right at the edge. "Yeah, some cheezies, please, and a bottle of Sprite."
"Good idea." Rebecca agreed. "Maybe a chocolate bar too."
Jason had gotten his coat and boots on. "Alright. I shouldn’t be long. Don’t you two have too much fun without me."
"Jason, please. We’re sisters," Rebecca said.
At the same time Dana said "No promises."
Jason just shook his head and stepped out of the apartment, pulling the door closed behind him.
Jason zipped up his coat as he went down the hall to the elevators. Dana and Rebecca were both amazing to look at and fun to be with. He never expected things to take the turn that they had. Dana had always been a bit of a freak, but Rebecca was usually more conservative than that. Jason made a mental note to get some pot for use later.
His jacket felt very roomy, almost like he was swimming in it. It definitely felt strange, but that could also be the pot. The cold air when he stepped out the apartment door was like a slap to the face. It was much colder than when they had arrived. It did a good job of clearing away the fog in his mind. He could feel the high receding in his mind and his body as his clothes tightened up.
Thoughts of returning to the incestuous sapphic scene he’d left behind fuelled Jason’s want to finish his errand. He didn’t notice the familiar figure stalking him, nor that it communed with two other shadowy figures as he entered the corner store.
Jason went to the back of the store where the pop was kept. He grabbed a bottle of Sprite out of the refrigerator. He held it in his hand and smirked. Right now he felt like he could show Dana his full size, and Rebecca would probably encourage him given the way she was acting tonight. Jason looked up as the bell over the door dinged. Another customer was entering the store, and she definitely didn’t look dressed for the cold. Far too much skin was exposed.
He watched her as she brushed the light bit of snow out of her hair. Her bosom, while not at outrageous as Rebecca’s or Dana’s was none the less significant and was definitely on display. As Jason made his way over to the chips his eyes kept wandering over to her with her red lipstick and red hair, in her red dress better suited for standing around looking sexy in a club. Had anyone tried to dance in a dress like that they wouldn’t be wearing it for long.
She was standing in the snack aisle, right beside the chips. The mystery woman caught Jason looking as he pretended to look at the chips. He quickly averted his gaze and grabbed a bag of salt and vinegar chips and cheezies. When he glanced back at her she was still looking at him. She gave him a grin and a wink and reached for a bag of salted nuts.
Jason noted but ignored the innuendo. It was almost like she was trying to tempt him. Her body type was the type he liked, how she was dressed, the way she acted towards him. Jason felt a little pride that this fox seemed to have latched on to him as her quarry. Had he not been with Rebecca he would have let her catch him if only for a night or two or ten. Instead he cleared his throat, said "Excuse me," and squeezed behind her. Her felt her butt brush against his crotch as he passed. She had done that on purpose.
The cashier was staring at the two of them. As Jason approached the guy gave him subtle thumbs up. Jason grinned, shook his head and put his purchases on the counter.
"Will that be all sir?" the cashier asked.
"Ah, no. I’ll take an Aero bar too," Jason said. He bent down to get one off the rack. When he stood up again his head hit something soft and yielding.
"Oh my," the lady mystery lady said. "Watch what you’re doing. You almost knocked me out of my dress."
"I’m sorry miss," Jason replied. "You should watch where you put those though. My girlfriend is always knocking things over with hers."
"How delightful. My name is Krista," she replied. "What did you say your girlfriends name was?"
"I didn’t," Jason said, "but it’s Rebecca."
"Well, I can tell that Rebecca is a very lucky woman." Krista said.
"I’m lucky she decided to have me." Jason replied to Krista, and then addressed the cashier. "How much is all this?"
The cashier punched it all in. "Eight dollars and thirty nine cents please."
Jason pulled some bills out of his wallet, and was digging for change in his pocket when Krista spoke again. "She sent you out in this cold to get snacks for her, didn’t she?"
"Yup," Jason replied a bit irritated now. He came up with half a handful of change. "Her and her sister." He quickly found the thirty nine cents, put the coins down on the bills on the counter and pushed it towards the cashier. "Now I’ve gotta get back there. Have a good evening Krista," he said to her, then to the cashier, "Thanks man."
Jason started towards the door. He heard a crackle behind him and a strangled yelp. He turned and saw Krista with a stun gun. The cashier fell to the floor behind the counter with a thud. "I guess we’ll do this the hard way."
Krista lunged towards Jason, the stun gun sweeping in an overhand arc for his neck. For Jason time seemed to slow down. He’d never been attacked like this before. All of a sudden his mind was clear as a bell. The shopping bad dropped to the floor, forgotten. His muscles bunched and swelled. His jeans tore at the seams on his thighs and crotch, and his jacket practically exploded off his chest and back. Jason biceps tripled in size to rival a couple of decent sized honeydew melon.
Jason didn’t even think about acting. It just happened. His left arm lifted to intercept her downward arcing right while his body twisted to pull his right shoulder back and his knees bent a bit. There was a crack in her forearm and it bent in the wrong place. The stun gun flew from her hand. Before Jason even realized what had happened he was following up his block with a brutal uppercut.
His now massive body twisted back like an uncoiling spring. His right shoulder dipped and started to rise as his hips untwisted and his knees straightened. All his strength and mass added to his fist’s momentum. It contacted Krista’s left breast while she was still recoiling from the broken arm. His hand powered through the soft tissue. Krista’s breast mass was violently squashed to the periphery of her tit. The fabric holding her left cup in place exploded off her dress. Underneath her ineffective natural padding there were several cracks as three of her ribs fractured in multiple places. Then her feet left the ground and the breath left her body.
The follow through on Jason’s punch carried his arm up above his head, pushing Krista’s body with it. Her feet were lifted three and a half feet off the ground, high enough to carry her over the cashier’s counter. She came down most of the way across the counter, her left knee hit the counter and spun her around as she fell on top of the stunned cashier. Her probably ruined breast flopped out onto the young man’s face. She gasped for air, the left side of her chest screaming as she did so. The bubbling noise only she could hear told her that her lung was punctured.
The bell above the door to the store rang. Jason heard a voice cry "What the fuck! Krista!" Krista was instantly gone form Jason’s mind. He spun; his now massive flaccid cock slapped between his thighs. About six feet in front of him was a familiar face in a cop uniform with a gun pointed at his chest. The detached interest he’d seen in those eyes before was gone. In its place was unmistakeable fear; the type of fear one gets when their mortality is at stake.
An explosion from the muzzle of the pistol signified a shot had been fired. It seemed like seconds to Jason between when he saw the flash and heard the noise. His muscles bulged again, rivalling any professional body builder now. He felt the bullet impact his chest just after a second shot was fired. His literally hard as steel muscle flexed and the bullet stopped and fell to the ground, leaving nothing but a red mark.
Jason launched himself at his attacker. Her didn’t even feel the second bullet impact or notice the third firing of the gun. He cleared the ground between himself and the assumed Nazi observer turned attacker in one leap. In the air he twisted, pulling one arm back and bringing the opposite knee up, readying an unholy amount of force to be released upon his target. The third bullet bounced off his lats. He didn’t even feel it.
Hammer like; Jason’s fist contacted the man’s face. There was an unpleasant cracking sound as the man’s eye socket broke. His eyeball slipped past the broken bones that usually held it in place, pulled by the centripetal force of his head rocking back, to dangle by torn muscle and nerves. The man’s feet left the floor as Jason’s inertia transferred to his head. His neck straightened out backwards, pulling his chest and ultimately his feet with it. The man was airborne only long enough for the back of his head to contact the frame of the door and leave a bloody mark as he fell limply to the floor.
Jason stood in the door way, his chest heaving, bloodied hands shaking, penis hanging below his knees. His muscles were subsiding. He surveyed the damage he’s done to the man and his bile started to rise. Jason turned back to the cashier counter. Krista lay unmoving on top of the store clerk who was starting to regain his faculties.
Smaller still Jason became as the adrenaline left his system. He found a phone behind the counter and dialed 911, but was so shaken that he couldn’t even talk. Instead he just left the line open, and pressed the alarm button under the counter before leaving the store. His flight response overcame all other needs. He did make sure to pick up the bag of snacks he had dropped before the violence broke out as he left the store.