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By Paullywog (pchownyk@sympatico.ca)

Sometimes my work takes me to the other side of the country for a lengthy period. It makes me crazy to be without my lover for long periods of time, but we manage somehow.
Tell me again what you've got cooked up for me when I get back, I smiled.
It will be a surprise, darling, don't you worry, you'll be amazed, she told the telephone receiver, I've really been exercising diligently. Seems the more I stretch, the better I get. I'm really astounded myself at my progress. Even things YOU couldn't imagine.
Yeah, I'm sure... You just really enjoy the feeling of being all stretched out... gawd, that one time you got that stuff to work on my... you know...
Man missile? (I could feel that grin all the way through the telephone line)
Right, I blushed, ...well, too bad we couldn't repeat that, funny how it only worked the once. But oh, man, that feeling... I'm so jealous of you sometimes.
(By this time, my lover had absent-mindedly been winding her pliable legs in loops around the chair's legs as she had been speaking. Now her feet were sitting in her lap, soles looking upward. She noticed this, and propped her elbows atop these soles, leaning forward into the phone, so as not to miss my soft words)
Mmmmm... But it's never as nice as when you are pulling me out of shape... I love the way you stretch me.
Mmmmm hmmm... I replied, feeling the bulge against my left leg growing.
...And I really am missing those foot massages, she purred, looking down at her long toes & giving them a wave-like, anticipatory wiggle.
I laughed, Ha, it took me months to even get near them! I swear, if your legs weren't so rubbery, I might have been hurt by your flailing-hell, some of that did smart! I grinned to myself, and simultaneously wincing from the thought of that bruise on my chest.
Still, I wouldn't have you any other way, she said. And I could feel she meant it.
Ah; I have to go now darling, but while I have you, there's a packet of papers in my desk I've forgotten that I need... could you courier them to me today? I'll make up for it when I get back.
Oh you!!! I swear, if your head wasn't attached to your shoulders.
And yours is? I chuckled.

After receiving instructions on the whereabouts to send the package, and having hung up the phone, G began to stretch out her arms, winding them around herself and the chair, in a self indulgent hug, dreamily thinking about pleasure past, pleasure to be, and her adoring lover. She glanced down at her supple soles, and with a surge of amour, squeezed her hands out of the tangled wrapping that was her arms, and grasped her right foot. Holding the heel with one hand and the toes with the other, she pulled that foot out about 11 inches, then began to twist it; the toes in one direction, the heel in the other. After several winds, she had formed it into a long phallus, and admiring it caused her rubbery nipples to begin poking up through her rope like arms, still wrapped in a delicious hug around her torso. It looked funny as she tried wriggling the toes, and the feeling of that foot, twisted around itself, touching all the parts of itself, was both strange and very erotic. She easily managed to slide her new dildo up the leg of her shorts, and wiggled it home to her moistness. I should have no trouble hitting that G-spot, she giggled to herself, and began pushing it in & out.
She opened her eyes, and pulling her neck away a bit, thought, Hmm, this would make a good photo, as she regarded her mushy form. Thinking about searching for the camera, she determined that things were a trite messy; if she wanted it, she would have to hunt. Wow, we have really let things go this past week, and feeling very determined, started to unwind her tangled limbs. She began grabbing things with her hands and feet, quickly stretching her arms and legs, depositing clothes back into the bedroom; dirty dishes into the kitchen; newspapers to the recycle pile.
Ah, now I've ruined the effect-whew, never thought I'd get so much exercise done without leaving my chair, she grinned to herself, now giving up on her photographic plans. Well, I'm inspired; now to get down to some real body work. She found that it took a little while to untangle her stringy limbs, which had now stretched to every room in the house. She pulled herself back up into normal form, and then started pushing the living room furniture towards the walls. Then, sitting down on the middle of the carpet, she removed her clothes and lay down, letting the feeling of soft plush warm her tired back. Closing her eyes, she began to focus very intently; I am like this carpet.

Little by little, G began to flatten herself out, imagining her body becoming flatter than it had ever been before. She giggled as her breasts began to stretch out wide and compress into her body, her arm & legs becoming wider and flatter; the whole of the body tingling with stretch as she became as one with the large carpet in her sumptuous living room. Hmmm, now I'm like box board; let's see if I can make to paper! So she squeezed her carpet-like form even further, the edges of her body beginning to slide up over the furniture and curl up at the edges as it reached the walls.
Hmmm, now I have a delicious idea... if I'm like a carpet, and with that, she began to curl over the left edge of her body, essentially rolling her thin form up the way a carpet would be rolled. Wheeee! she shouted as the momentum of her rolling turned her shape into a very long, thin tube. This was going to be quite fun, and she indulged herself, first rolling up from one direction, then unrolling while seeing if it would help stretch her sides out even more; then starting from her head, began to do curl up her stretchy form down towards her feet. It was a little bit harder curling up from her toes, but as she continued, becoming a tube from this way and that, it became just that much easier. This frightened the cat, who was already not very excited by his co-habitant's elastic ways, and he took off to the bedroom. G giggled and became lost in the thought of her aerobics, until a knock at the door suddenly shattered her pleasured concentration. Fuck, she said, and with a snap that almost knocked over a couple of lamps, she pulled herself back into shape (thank goodness the curtains were drawn!) and grabbed for her clothing, which thanks to her practised limberness, she was able to put on quickly.
G concealed her annoyance and opened the door to find the postman, smiling pleasantly, and holding a large package. 'Afternoon; seems I've got an important parcel from your mate. A generous sort, he is. She glanced at the return address label, Victoria's Secret, and her mood softened some. Ah, yes... well he'd better appreciate me! The things I have to do for him... Say, speaking of parcels, I've got to courier a package to him today; don't suppose you could help me out with that? I don't think I can make it to the post office in time. Ah, yes, well, not really something I usually do, but... after my routes finished, I suppose I could stop by with an express envelope before I check in... don't happen to have one handy just now. Say, an hour or so?
A light bulb went off over my lover's head; Ah, great! I, uh, won't be here, she said abruptly, but I'll leave it just outside the door with some cash attached for the postage. She hurriedly closed the front door on the baffled postman and made a dash for the computer room to find those bloody papers of his. Geez, I really hope that I can pull this off, won't that be a kick!
Now for the true test of her nearly unimaginable escapade. She decided that it had been a while since she had doused herself in lotion, so that would be the first order of business. Grabbing a very large funnel from the kitchen, she retrieved the African elasticity potion from the bedroom, and holding a finger over the bottom hole, poured a reasonable amount of the lotion into it. Then, taking a cast iron tripod that used to be a lamp, she found it would make a suitable frame for her next purpose. She stripped, and then plunged herself into the top of the funnel, head first, allowing her squeezey form to be completely coated in lotion, almost down to the very molecules of her skin, and in no time, her body had moved through the funnel becoming a spaghetti-like pile of G on the floor beneath the tripod. Although she really wanted to bask in the glow that the lotion offered her and the incredible surge of intense stretching out it would afford, she gathered herself back up once again into her womanly shape, and lay back down on the carpet to perform her next trick.
Flattening out her body was now even more facile and at the same time more erotic than before, and she quickly squeezed her body out paper-thin. Now to square off the edges, so as to make the next step possible. It was almost as if she could manage her body like a living liquid, and tentatively, since she had never tried it before, curled up her left side, but instead of rolling up into a tube, allowed the left side of her body to slide over itself until it met the right side of her body. She was literally folded in half now, and feeling very happy about it. She repeated the process, but this time, folded herself up from her feet, sliding the bottom half up to the top of her head. Whoo hoo! This just might work, and she enthusiastically continued folding herself up like a letter, over & over again, for the large envelope she had left near the door. She found she had to keep stretching herself out flatter between folds, in order to accommodate the next fold. What an incredible feeling, the feeling of folding in on one's self, it was hard to determine where one part of her body really began, and the next ended, as everything seemed to touch everything else.
Eventually, she determined that she should be just about the right size to be able to fit in the envelope, and exhibiting a last gasp of frivolity, managed to curl up into a tube and roll over to the envelope lying flap open by the door. The papers were already inside (she also had the foresight to tear off one of the corners to let in air), and found that by wiggling she could move her compacted, rectangular form into the envelope. Hmm.... imagine that, it would be like a small doormat coming to life; taking off to see the world! she thought. Now to get it closed...
It was then that she realized that she could not quite figure out exactly where any of her appendages was in this folded up mass of G. And not keeping track of time while she was turning herself into a rubbery pack of papers, the postman might be arriving any second.
And she was behind a locked door! No, I've got to relax; the solution will come to me. Gathering up her full concentration, she determined that the closest thing to the world outside her envelope was the little toe of her right foot. Good, that's my best one; at least it is now! She wiggled it and squirmed it and eventually she could feel it lengthening out into the cool air of the apartment. Ah ha, free, suddenly, she felt something furry brushing against her lengthened toe, oh no! The cat's come out of hiding!
And before she could think to react, felt a painful bite as kitty chomped down on her flesh... fortunately, the cat's teeth could not break the skin because of her rubbery constitution, but it smart nonetheless. Oh! Oh! Next kitty was pulling, stretching her toe; this was no time to be a cat toy. G pulled back fiercely, and felt herself and the envelope sliding across the floor as well... then the toe, which was flailing madly, grabbed onto something that felt like a small ledge. Huh? What could this... of course, the cat door! And the solution was found. With effort, she could pull herself, as the express package, through the pet door, and it landed outside with a decisive thud'. Just in time too, she could hear footsteps...
Ahh, this must be the thing, she heard, then a grunt as the postman lifted up G's folded matter, What's she sending him, lead? She could feel his hand push down the pressure sensitive envelope flap against her, and it tickled, as did the feeling of biro writing the return address on one of the corners, which she neglected to do in her haste. And thus, she settled back & relaxed, to avoid giggling, and to slip into meditation, to dream of the long journey that would be ahead.

I was feeling a little miserable, already having delayed my presentation because of the reports I had forgotten to bring. I watched the door nervously, and just as I was about to look again at my watch, the mail clerk rapped on the door, and startled I shouted, Come in!! Gawd, he said, straining, I don't know what the missus has sent you, but I swear there's a dead body in this package!! and he heaved the oversized courier envelope onto my desk. I glared at it for a moment, wondering if my lover had sent the whole contents of my files, just to try to make some kind of subtle point. After a moment, I got up and went to close the door, and as it latched, I was startled to hear rustling behind me. Whipping around, I could see the package moving, as if it were alive. I froze, thinking, Oh no, I shouldn't have watched that X-files last night; I'm hallucinating.... Then, from a tear in one of the corners, a finger emerged. Then another. Then there were two whole hands, and eventually a spaghetti string, which formed into the face of my beautiful lover. They stretched over, from my desk to me, the hands encircled the back of my head, and her face placed a perfect, warm kiss on my shocked lips.
Surprise.... J

(To be continued?)