Commission: Plastic Woman

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Ramona O'Brian was an average woman, married to one Edward O'Brian; he was better known as the superhero Plastic Man, a victim of a chemical accident turned crime-fighter with a flexible, elastine body, and the mental flexibility to use it.

Such incredible power made Edward a very busy man, so he was often away from home. This left Ramona more or less to her own devices, decidedly mundane compared to the superheroes her husband got up to. When he was around, they made sure to enjoy each other's company; this including the typical dating rounds, dinner, and also varying degrees of extremely demanding sex.

It was wondrous how many positions the human form could assume when it was no longer bound by such trifling matters as "conservation of matter" and "skeletal structures". He was so strong, but so soft at the same time. Ramona often got lost in her thoughts imagining it.

Ramona was often wracked by decidedly visceral dreams, her body taking on the same attributes as her superpowered husband. In one dream she found herself alone in an abandoned construction lot, her torso effortlessly looping between the concrete pipes, coiling up and down the iron girders, with no end to her in sight. In another dream, she was stuck on a factory conveyor belt, painlessly hacked to bits, reassembled like playing blocks, and then melting down, reforming herself properly. In yet another dream, she was trapped in a contraption for kneading dough, her body stretched taut, folded over itself, and then fed into a pasta cutter.

Ramona always woke up, but the dreams were becoming more intense, more palpable; she was often rocked awake, her body drenched in sweat, her fingers suspiciously planted against her trembling labia; she often had to change her sheets after such dreams.

But this morning was different.

CRASH!

In the middle of another strangely erotic dream, she awoke abruptly to the sound of shattered glass, and the strangest sensation, like an out of body experience that surrounded her entire room. She tilted her head in the direction of the sound, finding a strange flesh-like tube draped over her dresser; it had pushed a lamp from the table, and it clattered to the floor, shattering the lightbulb.

Her eyes lowered to the floor, where piles of the similar coiled up in piles and piles. She gasped as the piles squeaked together; she could feel the sensation of the extraneous limbs rubbing up against themselves, squeaking like rubber balloons.

She gasped, her head lolling up awkwardly; she quickly realized her neck had elongated, and her head bobbed awkwardly upwards like a snake rearing up; her scarlet hair was a mess, and she couldn't find her hands in the meters-upon-meters of flesh that occupied her room.

Her entire body was so tingly, so sensitized. She could feel herself growing, even now. She wiggled her fingers; they responded somewhere under her bed. She attempted to pinch herself, but managed to pinch right through her flesh as if it were children's clay.

She gasped, her eyes lighting up. This all felt so real. She could feel the morning light stream in from the window, she could feel her skin sinking into the carpet. The possibilities excited her... and they also titillated her.

She felt a tightness in her chest; she glanced down to her chest, still nestled in her warm bed. They swelled on their own with each breath she took; she shuffled her arms around to locate them, and they continued to elongate, slipping upwards from the floor to caress and sink into her soft chest.

Her chest inflated emphatically as she caressed her breasts, the strain of the lingerie she was wearing growing increasingly tense, until they snapped off, flinging to the foot of the bed. She grinned hungrily to herself, her fingers elongating bonelessly, wrapping around her breasts, squeezing them tenderly.

She wiggled her hips, finding them wedged against the bedside table. She tried to wiggle her toes, and her foot slithered across the room in effortless, flowing motions, slipping over and under the sea of tanned-flesh that piled all along the floor. She could feel her sopping labia dribbling her feminine juices, streaking down her perfectly smooth skin and puddling on the carpet. She was hungrily, and her crotch yearned, aching to be filled. And her hands were so occupied.

Her toes wiggled again as her foot lengthened just a bit more, wrapping around her waist; she scrunched her foot, pressing her foot against her hungry vaginal lips; they expanded on their own, widening invitingly, and her foot slipped in effortlessly; the slick juices she was producing acted as a superb lubricant for her already supple, smooth skin.

She moaned, feeling her foot bonelessly thrusting back and forth, reaching deep inside of her; her body continued to grow and expand, slick and squeaking all the while, the electricity jittering around her body with nowhere to go, with no sense of release. She bit her lips, rocking her hips, her body tensing up, limbs lashing around in strange directions.

"A-ahn~" She moaned in ecstasy, spurting a slick, clear liquid somewhere in the room; she had no worldly idea where it had happened. She loved the sensitivity, the possibilities. The limits were broken... she felt like she had been waiting for this for a long time; she wondered if those strange dreams she were having were simply preparing her for some great evolution.

Maybe some of Edward rubbed off on her. Was he radioactive? She didn't care. She grinned hungrily, licking her lips. Her fingers squeezed her breasts, deforming them like she was holding a water balloon.

Her horny mind wandered to strange, wonderful places; her fantasies were made reality now. She was ready to surprise her darling husband the next time he came home from work...