Prompt: An Intimate Coil (18+)

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DISCLAIMER: This story takes place in an AU apart from the canon of "Flexible Thinking for a Modern Life". All characters are 21 years of age.

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Megan Skye owned by AltrixWrites

Iris Cameron owned by Tutty The Fruity

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"Hey, Meg, uh... th-thanks for letting me hang here for a bit."

Iris scratched at her arm, plopping right down on the couch.

"I'm not... putting you out or anything, am I?"

"No, no, it's okay! I said I'd be there for you, right?" Megan sat down next to her, taking Iris' hand into her own. "How are you feeling? Are the, um, superpowers treating you alright?"

"I-I dunno, that pool of science runoff is fucking with me a bit." Iris grimaced, clutching at her arm; her fingers sunk into her malleable skin effortlessly, leaving an imprint when she raised her hand.

"Eh? U-um, what's wrong, Iris?" Megan leaned over, squeezing her hand a little tighter. She was surprised to find how soft Iris was. Megan couldn't feel any bones anymore..

"I-I dunno, there's just this... tingly sensation, and if I lose focus, I just... ohhh..."

Iris bit her lip, her perception changing as her neck elongated on its own another foot. Her limbs followed suit, her elbows and joints melting away; her legs flopped along the carpeted floor, and her fingers crept up along Megan's wrist.

She coiled her legs together over and over; she could feel her entire body squeaking subtly against itself.

"O-oh my gosh-" Megan covered her mouth, looking over Iris, curious and concerned. "Does... does that hurt?"

"N-no, it's just..." She grunted, her body squeaking emphatically as her body elongated a little further. "I-I dunno, it's just a switch, and I dunno how to... turn it off yet..."

"...It looks like you're struggling." Megan grimaced. "Maybe you should just, um, let loose. You'll feel better! I-I think."

"I-It's not just figuring out my new powers, it's... it's you." Iris turned to Megan, her head swivveling atop a two-foot-long neck. "I-I've been thinking, about you... a-and us."

"...Us?" Megan tilted her head.

"S-since you said those things about... always supporting me. Y-you're the biggest sweetheart I know, a-and I think about your neighbours, and it gets me so mad, that you don't deserve the shit they give you and... I-I wanna be there for you more." Iris smiled. "And maybe I can be there for you more in a... a... angh~"

Iris felt so tense, the tactile sensations assaulting her nerves. Her body squeaked and creaked, stretching itself further. Now her torso made to stretch as well, the hem of her hoodie creeping upwards, exposing her navel.

"Oh, oh no-" Megan hurried forward, catching Iris' head before it could flop over behind the sofa. Their eyes locked as Iris gazed dreamily into Megan's eyes. Her fingers had stretched up the length of Megan's forearm, squeezing tenderly.

Iris' eyes lowered bashfully, trailing the length of her limbs that had piled up along the floor. "God... I must look like a freak right now..."

"No... you're beautiful." Megan smiled, pressing her thumbs into Iris' cheeks. She effortlessly got a smile out of Iris simply by squishing her cheeks with her thumbs, rotating them in small circles. "You were always beautiful, and I... I've been thinking about us too."

"...us?" Iris' eyes widened. "Y-you too... I... I didn't think-"

Megan pulled Iris in for a passionate kiss. A tremor rippled across Iris body, encouraging still more growth. Iris moaned into Megan's lips, her hands tensing. Her arms shuffled forward, draping along Megan's form and pulling her closer.

Iris was so long, violating the law of the conservation of matter. She sprawled onto Megan, pinning her back to the soft as their hips rocked together. It was all so sudden, yet they were both so... into it. Megan chuckled as the squeaking of Iris' body grew yet more pronounced.

"G-god, I'm so fucking horny for you, Meg," Iris grunted, her head bobbing. She felt that pervasive tingling sensation coursing through her body. "Can I... I just wanna-"

"Yes! God, yes!" Megan exclaimed, nodding enthusiastically. "Let it all out, hon!"

Iris gripped Megan's shoulders; her pointer finger slid down the collar of Megan's shirt, snaking along between her cleavage, sliding along her navel, slipping into her panties, and tickling at her outer walls. It was all happening so fast. Megan gasped, instinctively rubbing her legs together; her vagina clenched, drawing Iris' finger in a little deeper.

"Ah... hahh..."

Megan's face was flushed as she struggled to unbutton her top. Her grip slipped countless times as she scrambled to relieve herself of her clothes; they were hot, constricting. When she lowered her pants, she gasped, feeling her bare skin against Iris'. She was so smooth...

A couple more of Iris' fingers lengthened rapidly, closing the gap to Megan's outer walls; while she continued to thrust, she massaged and carrassed Megan's outer walls with her thumb and middle finger. Megan was getting into it; she rocked her hips, in rhythm with the squeaking sounds Iris' body made.

Megan thought it was adorable, but she kept that thought to herself, even if it was difficult to hide her smile.

"Nn... my chest..." Iris moaned. Her free hand reached for her hoodie's collar, arching her back. Megan snapped to attention, leaning forward to help. The sweater travelled along one of Iris' arms, flopping to the floor and draping over a coiled up limb.

Megan took in the sight of Iris' chest. She was wearing a plain b-cup white bra, but the straps were stretched and straining, flesh creeping out from the sides of her cups.

"O-omigosh, are they inflating??" Megan stared, astonished.

"So tiiiiiiiiiight..." Iris hissed. Her skin squeaked and creaked under the pressure.

"R-right, sorry!" Megan exclaimed, bringing herself closer to try and undo the bra. Megan was surprisingly good with her hands, and got it off in a hurry; the bra flopped to the side, exposing Iris' emphatic Cs—no, Ds—as she presented her chest. Her breasts really were like balloons, sleek and soft and squeaking against one another.

Megan grinned, reaching forward to take one in each hand, squeezing them tightly. She got a gutteral moan out of Iris, her eyes glazing over as Megan's thumbs brushed over her tensing nipples. They were so sensitive, so electric, and the tingling sensation dispersed again throughout Iris' entire body, encouraging still more growth. Iris's breasts pushed back against Megan's grip.

The top of Iris' head brushed against the ceiling with her latest growth. She peeked through one eye, seeing the room in a whole different perspective. She lowered her head, wrapping her neck around Megan's half-naked body, the coils of her neck rubbing together and squeezing her lover gently. Megan gasped and chuckled with delight, before she found herself face to face with Iris. They were nestled together in a warm cocoon of Iris' soft flesh, holding each other closer together.

"This is amazing..." Iris slurred, her breath hot and heavy. "Fuck, Meg, I... I love you so much..."

"I love you too, Iris!" Megan exclaimed, perhaps a bit too excitedly. She slipped two arms through Iris' coils, grabbing for her head and pulling her in for another impassioned kiss.

They tumbled to the floor, their fall cushioned by Iris' own body, stretched to incomprehensible lengths around Megan's apartment. Their bodies moved and writhed together, passionately rocking against each other...

"OHHHHHHH! YOU TWO LOVE EACH OTHER SO MUCH, OHHHHH LOOKY US, WE JUST KISS AND HOLD HANDS AND TALK ABOUT OUR FEELINGS, GO FUCK YOURSELVES, THE BOTH OF YOU!"

A shrill shout interrupted their passionate embrace, and they paused. eyes open. They glanced to the window, the direction from which they could hear the shouting...

"Ohh... neighbour's in a bad mood again..." Megan grimaced.

"I'm gonna kill her, swear to god I'm gonna kill her one of these days."

"C'mooon, don't be like that..." Megan cooed. "You can be a superhero. Be my superhero, okay?"

"...mrgh... just for you." Iris grinned sheepishly.

Their lips locked once again, eager to get back into their snuggling seshion. Iris hadn't let loose like this in a long time, and she was enjoying every second of it. And she didn't want to let Megan go either.

Megan's grip was tight; it seems she didn't want to let go of Iris either.