Rebecca tugged up on the waist of her sweatpants. It had been a long time since she had worn them for anything other than lounging. She rolled her shoulders back. Her sweat shirt was unusually loose and she felt a bit uncomfortable but she didn’t really have anything that would fit properly. She looked over to the couch where her breasts sat on one of the cushions. Rebecca felt significantly lighter without them, and not having to wear a bra was a nice bonus.
“Jason, I going out for a jog,” she called. Jason was in the bedroom. He hadn’t gotten out of bed yet. It had been a couple of days since the incident. She was worried about him. The detective had contacted them for some follow up questions, but they had stuck to their story and seemed to be in the clear. Jason was uncharacteristically depressed though.
“You? Jog?” came his reply. Rebecca frowned. Normally he would have been more encouraging.
“Yes. Dana suggested something when we were over there and I thought I’d try it.” Rebecca said. “I’m leaving a couple of toys for you to play with in the couch. You should come out and relax a bit.”
“Fine, dear,” he answered. “Have fun.”
Rebecca paused with her hand on the door knob. She sighed; she had hoped that inviting Jason to play with parts of her would have broken him out of his mood. No such luck. A few days ago he would have been out in a second. Now he spent pretty much all his time in the bedroom, not wanting to do anything. She hoped he broke out of his funk before classes started again.
Rebecca turned the knob and stepped into the hallway, nearly losing her balance as she did so. She had to steady herself against the wall, letting the door close behind her. This whole no breast thing was going to take a bit of getting used to.
She bounced slowly from wall to wall, as she made her way to the stairwell. Rebecca didn’t want to meet anybody in the elevator. By the time she got to the end of the hall she was able to walk a reasonably straight line, slowly, but it was possible. She kept a death grip on the bannister as she took the stairs down, afraid of pitching forwards head over heels own the steps. Her confidence did improve as she progressed though.
Walking without the twin pendulums hanging off her chest threw her balance off quite a bit. She also had to walk considerably more upright. It felt unnatural. Rebecca was afraid she’d fall forwards. She gritted her teeth though. Jogging would be good for her; she was damn well going to try it.
Detective Branson sat in his car up the street from the apartment were Rebecca and Jason lived. He sipped at his coffee, third of the day, and changed the station on his radio, switching from the country station to a blues station. It fit his mood better. He’d been watching Jason and Rebecca for a couple of days now. They seemed like pretty normal young adults. Sure, they stayed in more than most people their age, but given what had happened to them in the days previous it was hardly surprising.
David sighed. His wife was getting annoyed the extra hours he was putting in. There would be hell to pay when he got home. After what had happened at the store and Dana’s apartment she had demanded that he get assigned to a different case this one was too dangerous. If she knew that he was here spying on Rebecca n Jason she would flip, but his gut told him that something big was going to happen. He couldn’t leave it alone. It didn’t tell him what or when, but he’d learned to trust it. He found over the years that his hunches were more accurate than most, which is perhaps why he had turned down a couple of promotion offers. He felt that this was where he would serve the most good.
Someone emerged from the building up the street. The person looked kind of like Rebecca from this distance. Detective Branson lifted his camera and peered through the telephoto lens. He’d forgotten to un-zoom the lens the last time he used it and his aim wasn’t spot on. He saw nothing but bricks. Quickly, he zoomed out and back in on the target and cursed. The person had turned away.
It was a woman. She was the same height as Rebecca, had hair the same length, and had a similar build, but no breasts to speak of. That was one thing (or two things) David remembered very well. Rebecca’s breasts dominated her figure. He would have been able to see them from behind as she jogged away, if she could even jog with knockers that size. The woman continued her unsteady, lumbering jog towards the corner. He took a couple of shots anyway.
David kept watching through the camera as the woman approached the corner. She occasionally had to put a hand out onto the wall, or looked like she tripped up her feet. She looked a bit drunk, but didn’t seem in obvious distress. He was still zoomed in when she made it to the corner and turned and he caught a glimpse of her profile. His finger was too slow on the button to capture the image, but her profile looked exactly like Rebecca. David shook his head. There was no binding that could turn breasts like Rebecca’s into an ironing board like that lady had had. He must have been seeing things. The detective sat in his car for a moment staring at the corner the woman had rounded. He couldn’t shake what he’d seen. Something told him that he should be following her. David glanced back to the door of the building felt nothing. He sighed, pulled his keys from the ignition and opened his car door.
Rebecca paused, her chest heaving. She hadn’t realized how out of shape she was. After just ten minutes she felt like she could jog no more. She bent over, putting her hand on her knees and took a couple of deep breaths. It was nice to be able to drop her head not be breathing directly into her cleavage. It had been easier than she expected to get used to not having breasts bouncing all over the place, she still had a long way to go before felt natural, if it ever would. Dana had certainly been right about it being easier to jog, but Rebecca just didn’t have the stamina do to it for long.
There weren’t a lot of people out in the park. Rebecca has making a conscious effort to avoid anyone she recognized. She didn’t want to complicate her life any more than it had been complicated recently. In fact, now that she thought about it, going out in the park next to her home without tits probably wasn’t the best idea. She walked there on a semi-regular basis fully assembled. Someone might recognize her face. She smirked, having recovered her breath, and stood upright. People were probably more likely to not recognize her without her breasts to attract their attention. She was fully aware of their magnetic effect on the eyes of both genders.
Rebecca started walking and sped up to a jog in short order. She resolved to jog to the ice cream vendor, reward herself, and stroll back home. She nodded to a couple walking hand in hand as she passed them and waved to a man taking pictures of the birds who seemed vaguely familiar.
Detective Branson was gobsmacked. It was Rebecca. He’d caught up to her in the park and circled around ahead of her when she paused for breath. He snapped a couple of pictures of her front then turned to take dummy pictures of some song bird, he didn’t’ know the type.
Rebecca waved at David and he cursed inwardly. She’d noticed him. He fervently hoped that she didn’t recognize him. If she made him he wasn’t sure how he’d be able to explain his way out of it. He doubled down on his hasty decision to be a wildlife photographer. He smiled and waved back at her, then took a few more shots of the birds as she jogged past him. When she was gone he relaxed, letting his camera fall to his chest. How was such a transformation possible?
David distractedly made his way back to his car. What he had seen wasn’t possible. He sat in his car and went to the photos on the memory card from a few days ago. He found a picture of her in all her bustyness and then went back to the ones he’d just taken. No evidence of breasts what so ever. He flipped back to the older picture. There was no way the breasts in that photo were fake. Something unnatural was definitely going on. It needed to be investigated. He had a hunch that he’d be able to get some decent pictures into her place from the parkade across the park from the building but before he went there he wanted to make sure.
A flannel shirt instead of a jacket, and a baseball cap, combined with leaving his camera in the car made him look pretty different. Detective Branson lounged by the front door of Rebecca’s building, pretending to read the directory. He didn’t have to wait long for her to return with a half-eaten ice cream cone and a funnel cake. She didn’t give him a second glance as she passed by and unlocked the door to get in.
David quickly and quietly slipped in behind Rebecca before the door had a chance to close. He followed her up the stairs at a distance and watched her enter her apartment. His hunch was confirmed. Armed with his information the detective drove his car over to the parkade, paid the attendant, and went right to the top. Once there he attached a 500mm lens to his camera, setup a tripod, and hunkered down next to the waist high wall around the edge of the parkade. He turned on the live view option and watched the scene on the 3.7 inch LCD on the back of the camera.
What he saw made his jaw drop.
“I’m back honey.” Rebecca called as she entered the apartment. “I bought you a funnel cake. I gotta say though, I’m disappointed that you didn’t come out to play with the toys I left behind.”
“Sorry,” Jason replied from the bedroom. “I just didn’t really feel like it earlier.”
Rebecca was concerned. “Something is going on with you,” she said. “Ever since a few days ago you haven’t been in the mood for anything. Tell me what’s going on.”
“It’s alright. Nothing is going on.” he replied. Last night he’d finally made peace with himself. It had been an exhausting journey through a very dark place, but he was emerging from the other side. He felt almost normal now; tired, but normal.
Rebecca put the funnel cake down on the coffee table in the living room and threw out the remains of her ice-cream cone. She bent over to untie her shoes. “Jason, tell me what’s bothering you. How can I break you out of this funk?”
“I’m okay,” He insisted. “I just need to rest a bit.”
In the living room Rebecca kicked off her shoes, crossed her arms and huffed. “Jason, you get your ass out here now. I want some play time dammit.”
“Can we play later?” Jason asked. He half hoped she’d say yes, but his other half was pushing him to give in.
“Fine,” Rebecca snapped. “You don’t want to come out here and play?” Rebecca stomped over to the couch and snatched up her breasts. “Then I’m going in there to make you play,” she said as she approached the door to his bedroom. She kicked open the slightly ajar door.
Jason was sitting up in bed wearing a sardonic smile. “I kinda hoped you’d come in here,” he said.
Rebecca drew in a breath. “You played me,” she said. “Shithead. I dunno if I want to play now.”
“You still want to play,” Jason replied dismissively. “I know you better than that.”
Rebecca threw her breasts at Jason. “Shut up.”
Jason easily caught both missiles. “So you don’t want me to do this?” he asked, as he mushed Rebecca’s breasts together, rolling them against one another. He manoeuvred her breasts so her nipples rubbed against each other. Rebecca released a slight moan.
“Mmm… Not just that.” Rebecca purred. She crawled onto the bed with Jason. “There’s so much more that I want you to do.” She traced down from his shoulder to his elbow. “I’ve missed you the past few days. Why did you want to sleep in your old bed?”
Jason put Rebecca’s breasts down beside him. He embraced her and pulled her close. “I had a lot to deal with, but I think I’m over it now.”
Rebecca lifted her arms and hugged him back, baring her midriff. She pushed him onto his back, lying on top of him. “My big strong man was protecting helpless me and my sister from the bad guys.”
“Yeah,” he agreed. “It was scary.”
“Let’s not talk about that.” Rebecca suggested. She snuggled closer to him. “There are other things I’d rather do than talk.”
Jason shifted his grip on Rebecca. He moved one arm down so it crossed her lower back and rested his hand on her hip. “You mean something like this?” he asked as he held Rebecca’s chest close to his own and slowly but firmly pulled back on her hips. Rebecca’s lower body slowly released with a velcro sound, separating between the bottom of her shirt and the top of her pants, just above her hips.
“Oh it feels nice when it’s slow like that.” Rebecca commented. Her hips and legs rolled to Jason’s side, opposite her breasts. “That’s exactly what I was talking about.”
“That’s good,” Jason said, “it’s part of what I want to do to you.”
Rebecca pushed her torso up. “Part of what you want to do? What does the rest of it involve?”
“You’ll find out,” Jason replied. “It will involve considerably less clothes on your part.”
“I like what I hear so far.” Rebecca said. She balanced herself on her waist on Jason’s abs. “How about I help with that?” she asked. She grabbed the hem of her shirt and drew it up her stomach and flat chest. She had it inside out over her head and arms when Jason grabbed it from behind her back, pulling it tight over her face and arms. She paused.
“I never said you could do that,” Jason admonished her. “Now you have to be punished.” He pulled the hem of the shirt down over her head down her back, but the neck hadn’t cleared her chin and her arms were still in the sleeves. He gave a tug. Rebecca’s legs gave a little kick of surprise and there was a slight muffled cry. There were three distinct pops and the shirt fell away from Rebecca’s torso.
“You look like a dressmaker’s dummy,” Jason said. “A living, sexy one,” he amended as he watched her chest expand and contract with her breath. He rested Rebecca’s shirt and tangled extremities on his crotch and picked up her breasts. Rebecca made a muffled noise as he did so. “Hmm, which is the left one and which is the right one?” he asked. “I suppose it doesn’t really matter, does it? After all, they’re pretty easy to switch.”
Jason pressed Rebecca’s breasts up against her torso. There were two pops and they stuck fast. “Wow, look at them engorge,” Jason commented. “You really do like being dismembered, don’t you? You’re getting pretty turned on.” Rebecca made an affirmative noise. Jason was getting aroused too, his engorging prick pushed Rebecca’s head to one side. “I’d say you’ve probably put on a cup size at least, maybe a cup and a half,” he continued. “In fact, I’m surprised you haven’t toppled over. They look pretty big and heavy.”
Up the sides of her body, over her shoulders and down onto her breasts, Jason traced his fingers. He brought in his palms and cupped Rebecca’s tits, hefting them up, letting them spill over his fingers. Jason clenched his hands. Rebecca’s flesh bulged between his fingers. A moan came from Jason’s crotch. Rebecca’s arms started rustling around further stimulating him. One of her hands found his shaft and followed it up to the tip.
Jason released Rebecca’s breasts and pulled her tangled shirt around her body to sit on his chest. He reached into it and pulled her head out. “Naughty, dirty, girl. I like it. Did I guess which side was which?” he asked.
“No,” Rebecca replied, “But I don’t really mind.”
Jason let out a fake frustrated sigh. “You’ll just have to walk around the house topless more often, just so I don’t keep making mistakes like that.”
Rebecca smiled. “I’ll see what I can do. Now give me a kiss. I deserve at least that for the stunt you pulled with my shirt.” Jason gladly obliged. Then he kissed her again, much deeper this time.
“Oh, someone is feeling better. I’m glad,” Rebecca said after their lips parted. “I’ve missed having the real Jason around.”
“I missed being him. I feel better now though.” He kissed her again and placed her head down on his chest. “I want to make you feel good.”
“Oh do you now? Just what did you have in mind?” Rebecca asked.
“It’ll be a surprise. Something based on pictures I’ve seen on the internet,” Jason casually said.
“Oh really?” Rebecca responded. “My curiosity is piqued; or should I be afraid? There’s some pretty freaky stuff on the internet.”
Jason picked up Rebecca’s head and placed atop her body once again. “I have found places where you would be revered as a god,” he said. “This will be pretty tame, I promise.” Then he spun her head 180 degrees and pulled down.
“Oh!” Rebecca exclaimed. “That’s different.” There was a tingling as her muscles stitched together incorrectly, but it worked. She rolled her head, feeling out the new connection. It didn’t move the way she expected. Even though her head was on backwards, her neck was still forwards. The mixed messages from her muscles and her balance threw her off. “Whoa,” she said. Without thinking she shook her head to clear it, but that just made matters worse as left and right seemed reversed. Rebecca’s torso started to tip over. Jason put a restraining hand on either side of her waist and held her upright.
Rebecca’s hair swished and settled down. It spilled down over her chest, ending slightly above her belly button, and swirled around her rounded armless shoulders. Her breasts parted the silken tresses like outcrops jutting through waterfall worn smooth by centuries of flowing water. “Thanks,” she said. “This is weird. Things are backwards.”
“Really?” Jason asked as he picked up one of Rebecca’s arms, her left one. He pushed her hair out of the way and held it up against her right shoulder. “You handled having extra arms pretty well the other day,” he continued. He pushed Rebecca’s arm against her shoulder. It connected with a slight pop. “Is this really that different?”
Jason picked up Rebecca’s other arm. “That’s true, I did,” Rebecca said; “but they weren’t on backwards, like you seem to be putting my arms on.”
Jason smiled. “Touché.” He held her other arm up against her body and popped it on.
Rebecca scoffed “What’s next,” she asked; “my legs on backwards too?” She rolled her shoulders, getting a feel for having her arms on wrong.
Jason clicked his tongue. “Hips too. You read my mind.”
“And just what would you have me do in such a state?” Rebecca asked.
Jason picked up Rebecca’s torso and lay it down next to him, boobs down. “Well, I figured there’s at least one thing you can do.” He sat up beside her and got up onto his knees. His mostly erect penis extended all the way across her body. He put one hand on top of her head and one hand over her moist crotch. “Get fucked,” he concluded and pushed her two halves together.
Rebecca gasped. Her legs curled up, her back arched, her shoulders pulled back, and her head got thrown back. The way she was put together it looked like she was doing an ab crunch instead of curling in pleasure. She relaxed. Her legs straightened out and her chest lowered. Her breasts squished up to her shoulders and ended up providing a cushion to rest the back of her head on. “I was hoping you’d say that,” she admitted. “Now get these pants off me and show me what I’ve been missing.”
The detective couldn’t help but feel dirty watching Rebecca and Jason through in their bedroom. He’d taken pictures of Rebecca partly assembled, in pieces, and put together wrong. He had witnessed the impressive, impossible growth of Jason’s penis through the lens of his camera. David couldn’t help but get aroused himself as he watched the two of them fuck. Their passion was raw and unbridled in a way that only a young couple’s could be.
Before Jason had lifted Rebecca over his impressive equipment and lowed her onto it he’d briefly stuffed his whole hand and a good portion of his arm inside her in a way detective Branson had only seen on the internet and pulled out a small piece. David could see the bulge of Jason’s junk in Rebecca’s back, or was it front? He wasn’t sure. Her ass faced the same way as her tits, which was backwards for her head, but her could clearly see her belly button. David’s head hurt just thinking about it. It was seriously making his question his sanity.
He sat back from his camera and rubbed his eyes. David wasn’t sure who to talk to about this, or even if he should talk to anybody. He had the distinct impression that telling anyone would be a mistake, but he wasn’t sure he could deal with it on his own. His wife was out of the picture on this one. Nobody in the department would believe him. He was pretty sure even a psychologist would have trouble with this.
David looked at the apartment across the park, not really focussing on anything. He let his eyes wander as he tried to gather his thought. He found his gaze pulled to the tallest hill in the park. Without really knowing why David turned his camera to the hill. He looked down the viewfinder and saw someone lying down with a camera. The person wasn’t shooting anything in the park, not with glass like that on his camera. David followed his aim and saw it went right to Rebecca’s and Jason’s apartment building.
“Son of a bitch,” David breathed. Suddenly what he thought didn’t matter. It seemed he wasn’t the only one watching those two. He immediately wondered how much the other person had seen. David brought his camera back to bear on the hilltop. The other person didn’t seem confused or shaken at all. They were just calmly noting something down before going back to their camera. The person seemed stone cold and almost clinical. If that person had seen as much as he had and hadn’t batted an eye David had to wonder what else the person had seen. Either way, the more David thought about the figure on the hill top the more be felt menaced. He knew the person’s motive was not good.
Rebecca fell back on to the bed, chest heaving. Her breasts squished out behind her, elevating her head slightly. He rounded tummy squashed to the sides. Jason climbed onto the bed beside her and lay down on his side. His meaty penis stuck to his thigh. With one hand he gently caressed one of her squashed breasts.
“That was surprisingly intense.” Rebecca said after a couple of minutes.
Jason had a sardonic grin. “Did I do good?”
Rebecca rolled onto her side, or tried to anyway. Instead she just twisted awkwardly and frowned. “Curse this being put together wrong.” She flopped her head to the side, sighed, and then flopped it the other way to look at Jason. “You were fantastic, incredible, legendary even. I wasn’t coordinated at all.”
“Don’t be too hard on yourself dear,” Jason said. “You can hardly be blamed for that. How many people get their bodies reconfigured?”
Rebecca smiled. “I can only think of one; and knowing her she’s already tried it.”
“Ah yes, Dana.” Jason mused. “I wonder how she’s reacting to all this?”
“I don’t know, but I imagine she’s doing something to her breasts.” Rebecca said dryly.
“Mmm…” Jason agreed, “Probably. Should we check up on her?”
Rebecca stuck her tongue out at Jason. “You just want to see both of us nearly naked again.”
The corner of Jason’s mouth twitched. “The thought had occurred to me.”
Rebecca tried to and actually succeeded in giving him a light punch. “Ha! Gotcha. Now help me get back together properly so I can go to the bathroom. I don’t know how much longer I can keep your spunk contained here.”
Jason frowned. “You don’t want to try it like that?”
Rebecca scoffed. “I doubt I’d make it.” She brought her hands up to either side her head, succeeding on the second try after remembering to use her muscles in an unnatural pattern.
“I think you might surprise yourself dear,” Jason encouraged her. “You’re getting better.”
“Thanks, but it takes too much concentration,” Rebecca said. She pushed up on her head and it came off with a soft pop. She was lifting it up when her grip slipped. “Whoa!” She cried as her head tumbled to the mattress. Her limbs spasmed uselessly as she unconsciously tried to prevent her fall. Her head landed on her chin and ended up tilting forwards to rest her face in her cleavage. Jason sniggered. “This isn’t funny,” Rebecca said, muffled.
“I disagree dear.” Jason said his continued mirth was evident in his voice. He lifted her head away from her breasts and set it down on his bedside table. “However,” he continued, “I shall help you because I am a gentleman if nothing else.” He grasped her arm and tugged it offer her body.
“Yeah right,” Rebecca mocked.
Jason popped Rebecca’s other arm off her torso. “Careful dear, I could tickle you something fierce right now and there’s nothing you could do about it.” He put both arms down beside her.
“I might not be able to prevent any ticking,” Rebecca said as Jason separated her pelvis from her abdomen, “but I can sure make a mess on your bed if you do tickle me.”
“Right,” Jason said as he flipped over her hips and legs and reattached them to her abdomen with the proper orientation.
“Better hurry,” Rebecca warned playfully as Jason flipped her body over. “You should be able to do this blindfolded by now.”
“Maybe if someone let me experiment more I might be able to,” Jason replied. He attached one arm then the other. He looked over to her head on the table and smiled.
“I don’t like that look Jason, what are you planning?” Rebecca asked.
Jason quickly pinched just above Rebecca’s clitoris and peeled off her vagina, making her gasp. “I’ll take this to the bathroom for you. You can finish assembling yourself.” He bounced off the bed.
“Hey! That’s not fair.” Rebecca cried after him.
“Sure it is,” Jason said over his shoulder as he left the bedroom. ”Think of it as training. What would you do if you lost your head and I wasn’t there?”
Rebecca grinned. “Pest!” she yelled. Jason’s laughter floated back into the bedroom as he crossed the living room to the bathroom.
Rebecca regarded her body, lying face down on the bed, her legs hanging over the side at the knees. She rolled her body over so it was on its back and sat it up without too much hassle. In this seated position her breasts were pushed to the sides by the top of her bulging belly; they were still half engorged from the activities she and Jason had recently enjoyed.
She heard Jason from the bathroom telling her to release her load. Rebecca sighed and relaxed her pelvis. Her belly quickly deflated and her breasts swayed back together. Rebecca was reminded that they were reversed when she felt them contact each other on their outsides. Her lips quirked, she was getting used to having her breasts on in the wrong place. Maybe the same would be true for other parts later.
“Could you wash me out as well please? Warm water.” Rebecca asked when her vagina had emptied.
“Sure thing,” Jason replied. He turned on both faucets, heeding Rebecca’s request for warm water; he didn’t want to give Rebecca a cold douche anyway. He smirked at the ironic thought that it would be a douche move.
While Jason was waiting for the water to get to temperature Rebecca tried to reach her head. She stretched out her arm towards the bedside table. Her aim was off. Rebecca corrected, but her head was frustratingly out of reach. She leaned her body to the side to extend her reach and watched it lose balance and topple over onto its side on the mattress. Rebecca tried to kick out her feet to balance, but it was ineffective. She just ended up kicking over a stack of DVDs that had been stacked near the bed.
“What was that?” Jason asked.
Rebecca sighed. “Nothing dear. I’m just trying to get myself together. I kicked over some movies. Sorry.” She hadn’t felt the fall coming. It was a bit disconcerting, but Rebecca dismissed it. At least she hadn’t hurt herself. What did matter to her most now was that her head was now in reach of her other arm.
She snagged her head by her head and pulled it to her body. There was a vertiginous moment where her head swung from her hair as it came over the edge of the table. Rebecca quickly clutched her head to her chest until her vertigo subsided. While she did so Jason ran her vagina under the faucet in the bathroom. The water was warm and felt nice.
Rebecca pulled her head away from her chest and positioned it properly over her shoulders. At that moment Jason opened up her nether lips and allowed the water to flow inside her. Rebecca moaned and pulled her head down onto her shoulders. It felt so nice.
Water quickly overflowed Rebecca’s vagina, carrying out the remnants of their activities. Jason kept it running for a bit to make sure her insides were clean.
Jason pulled Rebecca’s now clean twat out from under the falling water and snapped it like wet cloth. Rebecca gasped in the bedroom. She still had her hands on her head when she felt her lips fold and whip out straight. Her abs reflexively clenched and her arms pulled in tight.
Rebecca inadvertently pulled her head down into her shoulders. Her neck trembled then crumpled. Rebecca’s spine bowed out behind and the soft tissue spread out. Her chin hit her clavicles then her hands slipped and her head rebounded to its normal height above her shoulders.
Rebecca fell back on the bed, her re-engorging breasts spilled over the sides of her chest. She jerked as there was a last final flick of her lips, and then sighed as a soft towel was applied. She enjoyed the plushness for a bit. It was a gentle stimulation, but if it continued for too long Rebecca feared she would need another cleaning.
The towel dropped away and Rebecca started to relax. She heard Jason’s footsteps as he came back to the bedroom, but got distracted again as she felt her lips twist and rub against one another. Her legs curled up and her thighs rubbed against one another. Rebecca found her hands rising of their own accord to caress her breasts.
As Jason made his way back to the bedroom carrying Rebecca’s pussy he fiddled with it. He found Rebecca squirming on the bed. He stopped in the doorway when he saw Rebecca’s sensual movements. Opportunity was knocking.
Jason grinned like the Cheshire cat. He slipped a finger on each hand into Rebecca’s vagina at the top and bottom. Slowly, he pulled his hands apart. As her vagina stretched longer his grin stretched wider.
When he had stretched Rebecca’s pussy to three feet long from top to bottom Jason approached the bed. Rebecca was near vibrating on the bed. Her eyes were closed and she was biting her lower lip. He touched one end of her extremely lengthened vulva right below the base of her neck, between her clavicles. It stuck fast and Rebecca’s eyes snapped open. Before she could react, he brought the other end down between her legs but it was longer than her torso was.
Jason took his finger out of the top of Rebecca’s vagina and it stayed in place. He put a hand under her bottom and rolled her hips up and wrapped her vulva around her body. Rebecca’s vagina went over her taint, slid between her butt cheeks, ending the top of her tail bone where Jason attached it. Rebecca shuddered as she felt her insides twist and churn as her organs shifted and her muscles reconfigured.
“Ohh, what the hell?” she asked when things settled down.
“Wow,” Jason said. “You’re pretty much all cunt now.”
“Am I?” Rebecca looked down and saw her vaginal lips parting her breasts. Disbelievingly she reached for the center her chest with both hands. She ran a hand up and down each lip. “Ah!” she panted. “How? What happened to my parts that got covered?”
“I don’t know,” Jason said. “I guess they’re still there somewhere inside you.”
“Oh Jason,” Rebecca moaned, “This is incredible. It’s like the sensitivity of my lady bits has been multiplied. You had better be able to deliver something big for me.”
“I’m sure something could be arranged.” Jason said. “You know how short my refractory period is.”
Rebecca bit her lower lip and nodded. “Almost famously so. A matter of minutes.” Her vaginal lips started to plump, pushing her thighs apart.
Jason nodded. “Yes indeed. It’s been what, about five minutes since we were last busy? It was a good one though after a bit of a break. I am pretty drained. I may need a little help to get ready again.”
Rebecca stated secreting copious amounts of natural lubricant. “Something like this maybe?” she asked. Her legs parted, spreading much wider than normal, leaving a trail of bodily fluids on the cover.
“That’s definitely helping.” Jason said, stepping back to fully appreciate the show Rebecca was putting on for him. Her buttocks and pelvis, bisected by her labia parted as well. Jason let out a low whistle as Rebecca’s hips, pulled by her obliques, lifted past horizontal and kept going. His cock was definitely reacting, blood flowing into it like the Amazon River. Spongy erectile tissue thirstily soaked it up, growing heavy and solid.
Rebecca’s legs passed behind her arms to rest against the side of her chest. Her hips nestled into the curve of her waist. The bottom of her body was nothing but slick, sensitive pink vaginal flesh. “Oh, look at me now,” she teased. ”I fit together perfectly this way, like puzzle pieces.”
Jason’s swallowed. His cock was standing at full attention, larger than when they had ever previously laid together. He was incredibly aroused. Rebecca’s words brought his imagination to life, thinking of different ways of putting her together, some missing parts, some with extra parts possibly borrowed from Dana. It forced his penis larger still.
Rebecca continued further, pushing her shoulders back. Her chest opened up. Her breasts slid down over the backs of her knees as her cunt spread wider. “Oh, this feels so good Jason,” Rebecca moaned.
“It looks awesome too.” Jason replied. “I could definitely oblige you. I’m up for another round of lovemaking. I’m hard as a rock here.”
“No.” Rebecca shook her head. “Not lovemaking. I want to be fucked; harder than last time.” She looked at his cock. “We need to get your penis bigger. It’s too small for me now. I want to be filled. I need you inside me. I want to push the limits of my new equipment.”
“Bigger?” Jason asked doubtfully. “I don’t know…“
Rebecca looked at his cock and frowned. Her gaze travelled up his body and her lips twisted into absolutely predatory smile. “That’s alright,” she said. “I have an idea. Come here and give me a kiss.” Rebecca lifted her arms for an embrace. Jason was taken aback a bit by Rebecca’s expression, but his throbbing manhood insisted that he join her on the bed.
Jason knelt below her and ran his hands up her insides as he bent over to bring their lips together, marvelling at his girlfriend’s form as he went. Rebecca wrapped her arms around Jason’s neck and struck. She pulled Jason’s head down, but not to the lips on her mouth. His head instead went between her breasts as if for a motor boating session, and slipped easily into her cunt. Rebecca flexed her abs, bringing up the rest of her spread out body to messily cover his chest and shoulders. She wrapped her legs around his back trapping him inside her.
Jason, surprised, reared back off the bed making a muffled noise. Rebecca held tight as she was raised off the bed by Jason’s attempt to retreat. She felt full in a way she never had before. She felt almost satisfied. Jason’s squirming within her only served to excite her more and further drive her away from rationality.
Rebecca’s head rolled back in ecstasy. Her back and sides rippled and bulged as Jason struggled within her. She needed just a bit more to give her the release she craved. The ceiling was so close. Rebecca put her hands against the stuccoed surface and pushed, forcing herself down over Jason’s fighting form. Her vaginal lips came together over his muscled back. Jason’s legs started stumbling around the small room, forcing Rebecca to walk her hands along the ceiling to keep pressure on. Her progress stalled. She locked her legs together under Jason bum and started pulling herself down as she pushed away from the ceiling. Progress resumed.
The top of Jason’s head slipped up behind her clavicles. His struggles lessened. Rebecca, craving more stimulation, clamped down on him. She enveloped him from the crown of his head to nearly his hips. She still needed more though. Like she was possessed she pushed harder against the ceiling and pulled harder with her legs. Another few inches were gained. Rebecca’s neck started to bulge with Jason’s head as she forced her way down.
Suddenly things changed. There was a massive shift inside her. Jason’s muscles all seemed to jump. Rebecca panted. He was growing larger. Rebecca moaned. He grew larger quickly. His arms flexed. Rebecca tried her hardest to contain him, but lost. She parted as more than an orgasm tore through her body.