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Topic: Project: Self-Control - by blindprophet

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Re: Project: Self-Control - by blindprophet

Project: Self-Control

PROLOGUE

Typically on a rainy, cold, miserable night like tonight, the last thing Alice Baker would be doing is taking a midnight stroll through the bad part of town. In fact, the list of things she'd rather be doing in this exact moment is pretty astoundingly long. She could be curled up on the sofa drinking Nate's special hot cocoa, watching some shitty reality TV dreck on Netflix. But no, here she is, walking barefoot through the world's deepest puddle.

Scratch that -- running. The car is back.

It's hard to tell given the unreasonable lack of street lights in this neighborhood, but she's pretty sure those windows are tinted. Not a great sign. She ducks into an alley and crouches behind a dumpster, only tolerating the smell long enough to watch the car pass by and see the headlights disappear as it turns the corner. She gets some distance from the malodorous goo dripping from the bin and sits down to catch her breath, rubbing the skin of her ankle against the harsh plastic tag still bound around it. The light on the side has stopped blinking, at least. Alice hopes that means whatever tracker is attached to her got ruined by the convenient but all-too-unwelcome weather. Better to be safe than sorry though, she thinks, as she braves the smell again, hooking her ankle around the sharp corner of the dumpster and gaining some leverage. With a pull she snaps the plastic open and releases herself from her tag. A sharp heat from her leg shocks her, and she feels wetness streak down her foot. "Crap, must've nicked myself..." she whispers to herself. Testing her footing, she thankfully finds that she can still walk just fine. "There's a first-aid kit at home." she reminds herself. "Just gotta get back... only a few more blocks."


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The rest of the walk isn't much more fun than the first part was, but at least as she got closer to safety she reached some neighborhoods with streetlamps, and along with it the ability to see where she was walking. People don't often speak highly of long barefoot walks on asphalt, and there's a good reason why. The further she goes, the more Alice is distracted from her cut by the grueling pain in the soles of her feet. Being able to see where she's walking and avoiding broken glass is a plus, but she takes special care not to walk directly in the light in case the gentlemen in the cars are still looking for her. Which, all things considered, they probably are. Not many nutso scientists let their unwilling lab rats go so easily. At least, I don't think so...There's not much reference material to work with there aside from movies, so... yeah.

God I'm tired...

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Alice limps her way up the stoop and pounds on the front door. "Nate! NATE! Please... open up..." she shouts, practically through the keyhole. She waits for a second, ear pressed against the door, but there's no answer. Her body slides down the door as all her strength starts to leave her, the physically taxing task of walking across town finally crashing down upon her. As she falls to her hands and knees, she looks down at the floor mat, the bold "WELCOME" almost feeling like a cruel taunt at this point.

"The key..." Alice peels up an edge of the mat, and feels around underneath, quickly finding the spare that Nate insisted they keep in case of emergency. Alice thought he was being stupid at the time, since any robber with half a brain could look for five minutes and find it, but she's sure as hell thankful tonight. Pulling herself back up, she fumbles open the lock and goes tumbling forward into the house as the door relinquishes to her body weight. She manages to avoid hitting the ground face first, landing on her arms and kicking the door closed behind her. The cool scent of her favorite cinnamon candles fills her senses. Nate must have lit one. He must be worried sick...

"Nate? Are you asleep?" Still no answer. Was he out looking for her? Or... could they have done something with him too? ...No, I can't think like that. I'm home. I'm safe. I should... I should call him and let him know he can come home... that I'm okay.

She instinctively reaches for her purse, but no luck. Those goons kept her shit when they took her and put her in these lousy hospital pajamas. Is this why some people still have landlines? She'd deal with a thousand spam callers right now if it meant getting to see Nate.

Resigned to having to wait for him to return, Alice pulls herself up to her feet and trudges into the bathroom to peels off her robe, sticky with her sweat and all sorts of mud and grime she encountered on her way home. It catches on the cut on her leg on its way down and she winces, suddenly reminded of its presence. Looking behind her, there are a few drops of blood left in her path. Gotta wash it, disinfect and hope for the best.

She doesn't waste any time waiting for the shower to warm up. The rain was cold enough and she's used to it at this point. She sits down on the hard tile and rests her head in her knees, her muddied brown hair draping over her. As the water starts to warm up, she feels everything she's bottled up since her escape start to release as tears well up in her eyes. She was so focused on getting back home, getting safe, she didn't even think to figure out what she was taken for in the first place. And now that she's thinking about it... it's all a big blur. Before she ran, before she got out of there... what had they been doing to her? How long was she there? Everything between seeing those men in the park and her walking out that door is just... unreachable.

She lifts her right leg up to expose her cut to the water. As the jet hits it she expects pain but instead there's just a strong warmth, like when she first got cut but... nicer. She doesn't lift her head up to look at it, just enjoys the warmth and relaxes.

The sensation is odd, not at all what she'd expect. To be fair it's been a long time since I've had a bad cut like this one. Maybe when I fell out of the treehouse as a kid? It's been a long time but, even I know it's not supposed to feel like THIS. The more the water prods the wound, the more the warmth intensifies, and now starts sending tingles up her leg, sending little pulses through her whole body. It's nice enough to make a smile creep over her face. Taken aback by the sensation, she finally lifts herself up enough to take a look at her wound, but where she had sliced herself open earlier, there is now nothing. Just smooth, clear skin.

She stares at it for a while, struggling to understand what's happening. She lifts her other leg to make sure she hadn't gotten confused about which leg had been hurt, but no dice. Scrambling up to a sitting position, she pulls her leg as close to her face as she can, (not very far, she was no gymnast), and confirms that there's no trace of an injury.

She runs a hand over the skin. It feels the same as ever. Maybe even better. But as she's now realizing, even after having removed her leg from the jet of water, the tingles are still coming. Every little touch in that spot, her fingers send more up her leg and into her core. No, not her core, her...

Her hand traces its way up her leg and the tingles follow, the point of origin moving under her hand like iron shavings to a magnet. She traces their path to their endpoint, between her legs, and when the tingles reach that spot with her, she shudders, clasping her crotch with her palm. How could her body be reacting like this, after everything that's just happened? I should be freaking out, banging my head against a wall, something... but not THIS. This is... This feels...

This feels amazing.

Alice keeps her hand clasped firmly to her groin, leaning back again with wide eyes, struggling to believe what she's doing right now. The tingles persist and the pleasure starts to ripple outwards, getting stronger, when-

**CLICK-CLICK**

The sound of the front door. Nate!

Alice whips her hand off of her crotch in surprise and the tingles stop in an instant. She looks down at herself and finds herself staring at the most shocking surprise of the night. In her groin, where her vagina OUGHT to be is now... nothing. Just smooth skin. Just like her cut.

As Alice hears Nate stomp around in the hallway, clearly finding signs of her return, she panics and starts mashing her hand into the spot where her genitals had called their home. She pushes a finger into the spot where her opening had been and finds nothing but a patch of skin with a little more give to it.

"Alice?! Alice, is that you?!" Nate yells, jimmying the handle to the bathroom door and knocking hard.

Alice is at a loss for words, but makes her way to her feet and turns off the shower. She steps out, briefly noting the bottoms of her feet no longer hurt like before, and clumsily wraps a towel around herself.

Opening the bathroom door, she's met with the face of her loving husband, a face that she couldn't be happier to see again. His blonde hair is even more of a mess than usual, and the bags under his eyes suggest he hasn't been sleeping well for a while.

"You're back..."

"I'm... I'm back." Alice says in a hollow voice. She's struggling to even deal with the emotions she's feeling right now, with such a heavy layer of confusion and concern blanketed over top.

Nate tugs her into a tight embrace. He cries into her neck as she holds him rigidly, focusing on the alien lack of sensation between her legs.

"Where have you been?! What... what happened?" he yelps out through the tears. "I... I don't know." is all she can offer back.








CHAPTER 1

Alice and Nate are sitting at the dining table, Alice having changed into something a little more comfortable than a wet towel. Having explained her experiences since getting out of that lab, she's looking at Nate while he silently processes the information. It was a shock to Alice to learn that she had been gone for several weeks. With all of that time missing, she doesn't want to even speculate what was being done to her. But it could be considered a safe assumption to say that whatever it was, it has something to do with what's going on with her body. Oh yeah... maybe I should break the news to him on that one.

"I mean, almost four weeks... half the town was out looking for you. My parents came up from out of state to hang up posters... Hon, I was on the verge of giving up. I'm so sorry, I was holding on to hope that you were out there, but-"

"Nathan," Alice says plainly, "I need to show you something."


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Nate prods Alice's groin with one finger, looking for any signs of the equipment he's grown all too familiar with over the years. "Did they... operate on you?"

"No. I mean... I don't think so? I mean, like I said, I don't really remember what happened, but... Look, Nate, when I escaped it was still there. I took a pit stop on Rollins Drive to take a leak on my walk home, so I can say with confidence things were still working down there as of a few hours ago."

"So what, it just... disappeared?" Nate says incredulously, still clearly wondering if this is all part of some horribly tactless prank.

"Look, I got cut pretty badly on my way home... I was washing the wound when it just kind of... fixed itself. And then I had these weird feelings, and started feeling... uh." She stops for a second, not wanting to let on how horny she was getting after escaping her abductees mere hours ago. "Well... the tingles started moving up my leg, and I followed it with my hand, and then I started feeling weird down there too. And when I grabbed it, it just... went away."

"So you waved your hands and made your pussy disappear." Nate says cynically, looking up at Alice with a cocked eyebrow.

"I don't know, I GUESS?!" Alice exclaims, getting aggravated with Nate's attitude. "I'm as lost as you are here, alright?"

"I'm sorry honey, I just... I don't know what to make of any of this. I'm still trying to deal with the fact that you're actually BACK, much less... that." He puts his hand on her shoulder and her expression softens. "I'm so sorry Nate. You must have... you must have been so scared."

"It's nothing compared to what I worried you'd been going through. I'm just... I'm just so glad you're all right." His hand goes from her shoulder to her cheek and his thumb rubs it tenderly, wiping away a tear as it falls.

As Alice looks into his eyes her fears briefly wash away, remembering how much the man in front of her loves her, and knowing how much he had been hurting while she was gone. She goes in for a hug and rests her head on his chest for a moment as he runs his hand along the back her head. He always knows how to make things feel better. Even this...

As his hands continue brushing through her freshly-dried hair, she starts to feel a familiar tingle in her scalp, startling her out of her happy moment. She pushes away from Nate, yelping in a panic. "What's wrong? Alice, are you okay?!" Nate exclaims, rushing to her aide. Alice holds a hand up to keep him away as she slaps her hand to her scalp.

"My hair's still here... but..." "But what?" Nate presses.
"The same feeling... the same feeling I got when my cut closed, when my bits disappeared, I'm feeling it again in my hair, in my scalp, and I... I..." Alice is struggling to get the words out as she paces around, now with both hands clasped tight to her head.

"Okay, hold on, okay, calm down Alice... We just need to relax, okay?" He waves his hands down, indicating for her to settle down. She stands still for a brief moment, a look of horror in her eyes.

"You said you followed the tingles with your hand, right? What if you trace it down to your, uh... your crotch? Between your legs, see if you can center it there again. Maybe... maybe you can make it come back."

Alice's expression doesn't change much, but her body stills at Nate's suggestion. She nods, and begins to trace her left hand down the back of her head and across the back of her neck. As her hand moves down, incredibly, she can feel the tingles follow! Her eyes light up, feeling Nate's idea working, and she traces it down her body, slowly but surely, going down her back and looping around her front, across her navel and then eventually down to where she had felt it before.

As her hand lingers between her legs, she looks down, then back up. "I don't feel it coming back. What do I do now?!"

"I... I don't know, do what you did before!"

"What I... did before...?" Alice feels her cheeks go red as she remembers the heat she had felt earlier in the shower. The kind of heat that, well... requires bits down there. "I... I don't know if that's possible right now."

"Okay, well just... concentrate. think about what should be there, and then... pull your hand back, like before?"

Alice nods again. His tone isn't completely reassuring, and she doesn't have much reason to think this should work, but honestly there aren't a lot of reasons to doubt it either, frankly. She presses her palm hard against her groin, closes her eyes, and concentrates. She remembers what her vagina feels like, concentrates on each and every fold, every bump, every... hole. The

heat between her hand and crotch starts feeling more and more radiant, until it reaches the crest she had hit earlier in the shower.

She whips her hand away like before and the tingles stop. She cracks an eye open and looks down at herself.

Nothing.

Her heart sinks, and her shoulders sink further. "It didn't work..." she says, feeling defeated.

"Well... that's not entirely true." Nate says. Alice looks up and sees her husband staring in shock at the hand she had pulled out of her crotch, still raised with the palm facing him. Perplexed, she turns her hand to face her and staring back at her is her vagina, plastered on her palm as if it had been there her whole life.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!"


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"Just do the tingly thing again!" Nate exclaimed as Alice paced back and forth in the kitchen. She was nervously fiddling with the hem of her pajama top while holding her vagina-palmed hand far away from her, afraid to interact with it and confirm its reality.

"I can't just do the tingly thing at the drop of a hat!" Alice shot back, "I don't even know how the tingles start in the first place, it just happens, okay?!"

"Then let me take you to the hospital!" Nate walked over to Alice and put his hands on her shoulders, stopping her pacing.

"I... I can't do that. Those guys in their vans, they're still out there... We go to a hospital, they might just scoop me up again." Alice looked at her outstretched hand for the first time since realizing what had happened to it. "And I don't know about you, but I've never heard of anything like this happening before, so I seriously doubt they're gonna know how to handle this one. I'd really prefer not to get my hand chopped off, okay?"

Nate wordlessly takes Alice by her unchanged hand and leads her out of the kitchen, gesturing for her to sit on the loveseat. She sighs and takes a seat, still awkwardly holding her arm out in front of her. Nate plops down on the cushion to her right and she rests her head on his shoulder. "Ugh, Nate... What are we going to do?"

Nate doesn't say anything for a bit. As Alice settles down, she relaxes her arm and lets it rest on his leg, palm still outfacing. Nate looks at it in obvious fascination.

"Can I... see it?" he asks, gently placing his hand on her forearm. She nods softly. Nothing he can do to make it worse...

Nate holds her arm by the wrist and brings her hand closer to his face, to get a better look. She leaves her arm limp and burrows her face into the crook of his neck. This is humiliating. He's looking at my pussy like he's my damn gynecologist. And it's on my fucking HAND.

Her fingers twitch a bit and she stretches them. The motion is accompanied by a bizarre sensation as her muscles gape the odd structure of her hand open a bit. Nate gasps. Alice's face flushes as she realizes he must've noticed this.

"Wow. There's like, an actual hole and everything, Alice. Does it actually..."

Suddenly Alice's head shoots up in response to the shocking sensation of Nate's finger prodding a space that shouldn't exist. She sees his index finger, only nail-deep in her palm, around where she'd expect her vagina to open up into her body, were it to be where it was SUPPOSED to be. As he probes for the opening he saw earlier, another shock goes through her body and Alice clenches her fingers in surprise. Her fingers curling up, however, only presses hard on Nate's explorative digit, forcing it suddenly deep into her wrist.

"MmmmMMMMMM!" Alice moans in a combination of shock and pleasure.

"Whoa, WHOA!" Nate yelps in surprise, not believing what he's seeing. Alice breathes shakily and sees that Nate's finger is now around 2/3rds of the way in, a noticeable bulge in the soft part of her wrist as it sinks into her forearm.

"I-I'm sorry, I-I'll take it out..." Nate stammers, thinking her groans were pain. He starts to slide the finger out slowly and carefully, but this only gets a stronger reaction from Alice, who grasps at his thigh hard with her other hand and muffles her moans in his shoulder. As his finger slips free, he can't help but notice the slick moisture now coating the end of it. "Don't stop..." Alice whispers, almost inaudible through his shirt sleeve.

"Um... what..." He starts to ask, when Alice lifts her head and looks him in the eyes. "Touch it again... please... it feels really good..." Her face is bright red with embarrassment, almost unable to believe the words coming out of her mouth. It's true though, that was... incredible. My real pussy never felt like that...

After a moment, Nate takes her hand again with both of his, and uses his thumbs to spread open the oddly-placed lips. It was obvious now that she was turned on, and the vagina in her hand was slicker than ever. He noticed its clit, now erect and poking out of its hood, and brings her hand up close to his face, stretched his tongue out for a second before pulling it back in. "This is so weird." he said, eliciting a nod from Alice. "Yeah it's fucked up. So fucked up. Do it."

Nate doesn't need another signal and licks a straight line up her palm, through the cleft of her labia. As he starts she hums a deep moan that grows higher and higher as he reaches the end, turning into a squeak as he grazes her clit. He grins and goes to work.

Alice's head goes fuzzy from the sensations. The fingers on her messed up hand are starting to feel numb and she feels a bizarre clenching and releasing deep in her wrist. She feels pulses of euphoria blip from her hand through her whole body, one after another after another, the feeling of emptiness in her arm becoming more and more pronounced. Oh god, I can't believe I'm gonna do this...

"Hon, wait." Alice interjects. Nate freezes in place. "Too much?" he asks sweetly, backing off of her hand and revealing her cunt absolutely gushing went, rivulets of grool slowly trailing down her arm.

"No, I just... had an idea." she says with a bit of a giggle at the end. She reaches toward his belt with and begins to undo it with her normal hand, struggling a great deal.

"How about I give you a hand with that." Nate offers, only after saying it realizing what he had said. "No pun intended, sorry." Alice chuckles softly as Nate pulls undoes and pulls down his jeans, his erect cock springing out, yearning for release.

Alice's eyes widened a bit. "Wow, you're really excited."

"Yeah, I guess we're both a little weird, huh?" Nate said as Alice crept the fingers of her changed hand around its girth. She jerks him off a bit, the slick juices from her hand acting as a perfect lubricant, and the sensation making her more and more lustful.

Without a word she slickly slides her hand up its length and positions his tip at her opening. They lock eyes, and she pushes down. His dick enters her, stretching her wrist and forcing a gasp out of Alice.

"Holy shit, it's really tight..." Nate groans. Alice can only makes a soft whimper in return as she starts pulling her arm back. Feeling the unbelievably sensitive flesh inside her arm compress back together sends shivers through her whole body and she grinds her normal hand in her empty crotch through her pajama pants, cursing again her lack of equipment down there.

She pushes back down, stretching her arm open, then pulls back, letting it close. They start to find a rhythm as Nate tries not to think about how bizarre it is that he's fucking his wife's hand. Alice whips her normal hand out of her groin and grips the sofa cushion beneath her as the feelings spreading through her body grow more and more. Nate pulls her into a kiss as she moans into his lips.

She clenches her fingers around the cushion so hard that they start to tingle. As the couple starts to approach climax together, Alice doesn't notice as the fingers start to soften and lengthen, curling and squirming into the couch.

Alice is practically shouting through clenched teeth now, the sensation of her brand new vagina sending her to heights she can't remember ever reaching before. Nate starts to groan too as he reaches the brink. Alice shakily whispers in his ear that she's about to cum, which sends him over the edge as he starts pumping her arm full of cum. She slams her hand down, taking it all in as she reaches climax herself. As the feeling rockets through her body, her squirming tentacle-like fingers on her right hand start pulling apart, her arm unraveling into five segments until it's torn into five squirming tentacles from wrist to shoulder.

Nate gasps at the sight of the new limbs, struggling to understand what's happening in the post-cum haze, and pulls out of Alice's palm pussy. The feeling of him pulling out pushes Alice further into the orgasm still pulsing through her arm, and she splays her fingers out. Nate watches as they squirm and a similar process happens with her left arm, seams opening as it turns into 5 even tentacles to match the other side. As the pussy in her hand disappears during this change, Alice starts to come down from the orgasm and lets her head fall back on the cushion behind her, eyes closed shut as she comes close to falling asleep.

"Alice... Alice!" Nate says firmly. She groggily lifts her head up and look his way, and follows his eyeline to what used to be her arms. Shocked, she tries to lift her arms, but the muscles are entirely different now and all she manages to do is thrash them around, a couple of them slapping Nate in the thigh.

She starts to panic, letting out a whimper as the thin tendrils' smooth skin slips and slides over itself, her tentacles rubbing around each other in a mad tangle of flesh.

"ALICE!" Nate yells, snapping her out of her panic for a moment. "It's okay, just relax. Just relax, hon." She stops trying to move her arms and the bizarre ropes of flesh calm down, flopping loosely at her sides and on her lap. Her left tendrils leave smears of cum on her leg. Nate's cum must've fallen out when my arm... oh god. This is too much.

"Just focus on my voice. Just listen to me." Nate says, putting a hand on her shoulder right above where it splits. "Let's try this. Just... think hard about what your hand feels like, okay? Remember what it feels like, every muscle, every movement. Close your eyes and feel it."

Despite not liking the chances of this working, Alice follows along. I have to at least try, I can't live with these... these THINGS. She thinks about her arms. She remembers the sensation of each finger, flexing, clenching. Of her wrist, twisting it, lifting it. Every inch of her arms.

Nothing.

Alice sighs, still clearly able to feel the loose, tangly sensation of her current "arms". What am I supposed to do now? I can't drive, I can't write... I can't even hug my husband. I just... I wish... I just want to be able to wrap my arms around him...

She's close to tears, when suddenly the tingly sensation starts to swell up in her tentacles, originating from her shoulder and zapping down to their tips. Her eyes shoot open. "Nate, the tingles are back! They're back! I think I can fix this!"

Nate lets out half a chuckle. "Holy shit, I really didn't know if that was going to work! Okay, just uh... do what you did before, right?"

"I can't exactly move the tingles with my hands, hon!" She says indignantly, twitching her tendrils briefly and sending them tumbling around the couch. She closes her eyes and focuses on the tingles as they continue moving down her limbs. Instead of tracing them with her hands, she thinks hard about their starting point, and realizes she can inch the sensation forward, moving it down her arms. She feels the distinct, bizarre sensation of her arms re-binding, like a series of zippers zipping up, the skin reconnecting and the flesh reconfiguring as bones appear and muscles reset.

Nate says nothing and practically holds his breath as he watches her arms twist up like a pair of twizzlers, the ridges blending and smoothing as her arms reform. Alice opens her eyes once she feels her fingernails return, now noticeably lacking the subtle nail polish they once had. She twiddles her fingers in the air and laughs nervously. Nate wraps his arms around her in a big bear hug. "You did it! Amazing! I'm so proud of you!"

Alice rubs her hands up and down her arms. "That was so weird... and look! No arm hair! My skin is so smooth..."

"That's not all that's gone." Nate adds. "Look!" He points at her left palm. The relocated lips that had temporarily called her hand home were gone, replaced with more smooth skin. Does that mean...

Alice pulls at the waistband of her pajama pants and looks down at her groin. Nope. Still nothing.

"Great. We're back at square one." Alice groans.

"Not true! You're getting better at controlling... whatever it is that's going on with your body." Nate offers optimistically. Alice offers a warm smile in return. "Yeah... It's something, I guess."


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Alice slips under the covers of their shared bed as Nate goes to turn off the lights. "We'll figure this out tomorrow, honey. I promise."

"But how? Who do we even talk to about this?" Alice asks, her voice croaking as her exhaustion starts to set in.

"I... I don't know. But we should at least go to the police station. You were taken for weeks, you're still technically a missing person. Really we should've gone tonight, but... well, I guess we got a bit distracted."

"Just promise you'll be by my side. I really... I don't want to be alone right now." Alice said, wrapping her arms around herself.

"I promise." Nate offered warmly as he slipped under the covers with her. "Everything is going to be okay now. I promise."

Nate shimmies up behind Alice and wraps his arm around her, giving her a kiss on the shoulder. For a moment, Alice believes him. However, there is one doubt that echoes through her head as she drifts off to sleep.

What the hell happens when I need to pee?

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Re: Project: Self-Control - by blindprophet

CHAPTER 2

As Alice shifts on her pillow, her dutiful attempts to get some rest are thwarted by a beam of harsh light coming straight from the bedroom window and focused right at her side of the bed. Squinting, she turns over to face the other side of the bed and sees their alarm clock reading 5:45. Ugh, so early... Why do we always forget to close the fucking blinds...

She closes her eyes a little tighter this time and smushes her head into the pillow, trying to find a comfortable spot to drift off again, when she encounters a patch of the pillow wettened by something sticky. Did I really drool all over my pillow? I haven't done that since high school, I guess I really needed some shuteye.

She smiles to herself a bit, happy to be back in her bed next to her husband. That is, until the wet patch starts to grow.

What the hell?, she thinks to herself, reaching up to wipe the drool off of her chin. Her lower chin is soaked, and as she pulls her hand back she finds, strands of stringy goo bridged between them.

Roused from her sleepiness by the confusion, Alice sits up and uses the back of her other hand to try and wipe away the rest of the drool, only to graze her mouth and feel something very, very wrong.

[Oh shit, no way, there's no way...

She places her full palm across her mouth and finds herself encountering the same misplaced feelings as last night, the reality of that situation fully sinking back in now.

"Holy shit, is my mouth a pussy?!" is what she wanted to say. What actually came out of the hole between her cheeks was more along the lines of:

*ftt*

Her eyes widened and she tried again. No luck. Experimentally, she flexed the muscles in her jaw and throat she usually used to open her mouth, but all that came was a slight gaping sensation and another trickle of the 'drool' that was all over her pillow and, now, the neckline of her pajama top.

It was then that Alice realized she wasn't breathing. Her hands fly to her throat, gripping it in a panic but only serving to rub more of the grool into her skin. They return to her face and find that it wasn't just her mouth that's been replaced, her nose is all but gone now as well, replaced by a more shallow hood with a particularly sensitive nub concealed within.

She rips the covers off of herself and runs to the bathroom connected to their room. As she closes the door behind her she hears Nate stir slightly, but doesn't seem to wake. She closes the medicine cabinet to look at herself through the mirror on the door, and the image she is met with, though not particularly unexpected, is nonetheless a complete shock.

A vagina takes up the lower half of her face, from where the bridge of her nose would meet her brow down to her chin. She gets up close to the mirror and tries to open her "mouth" again, to reveal a slick, smooth interior with no sign of teeth, tongue, or anything that you'd expect. Just a vagina, like it had been there her whole life.

Fuck this. At least the hand thing I could get away with by wearing gloves, there's no way I'm doing anything with this on my face.

She clenches her eyes shut and tries to emulate what she and Nate had figured out last night.
Just think about it real hard, imagine a normal mouth, and...

She opens her eyes, and her optimism is dashed. No change. Okay, second time's the charm. Lips. Teeth. Tongue. Let's do it. Come on!

Still nothing. Panic starts to creep in. How long has she had this thing, anyway? Did it show up when she fell asleep? What if it's been too long and now she's stuck with it? Will she never talk again? Thoughts start spiraling around her and she digs her fingers through her hair, desperate to get the same reaction as when Nate had done it before, to no avail.

Nate! Maybe it needs to be him!

She runs back into the bedroom and jostles him awake, not caring if she gets their sheets messy with the sticky mess on her hands.

"Ugh, Alice, what is that smell...?" Nate grumbles as he stretches his arms up into the air. He lets out a yawn and cracks his eyes open to peek at the time. "Babe, it's early, we don't have to go to the police station right away..." he says as he starts curling back up under the covers.

She grabs her cold, soggy pillow and hits him over the head with it.

"OW! Hey, what--" Nate sits up quickly and is about to complain when his eyes meet his wife's. They don't hold eye contact for long though, as Nate finds himself more interested in the rest of her face quite suddenly.

"That's... oh god, what happened?"

Alice's brow furrows and she points at her 'mouth.' "Yeah, I can see... that. Did that happen last night?"

Alice gives an exasperated shrug. The two just stare at each other for a moment, Nate unsure of what to say.

"Uhh, I guess you can't talk, huh?" The silence that follows is all the answer he needs.

"Hold on a sec, let me..." Nate reaches for the nightstand on his side of the bed and grabs his phone. He fiddles with it for a moment and hands it to Alice, Notepad app open. Alice types away at it for a bit and turns it back to her husband.

[ I can't get the tingles back. Rub my hair ]

She doesn't wait for him to respond, just sits on the edge of the bed facing away from him, leaning her head into him. After a moment Nate starts to gently run his hands through her hair, softly massaging her scalp. Several minutes go by like this, Nate patiently waiting to see if anything happens.

"Uh... is it... working?"

Alice slumps down and away from his hands, looking down at her feet. She throws his phone down onto the bed in frustration and puts her face in her hands.


--


Alice sits at the kitchen table, quietly watching her husband make eggs on the stovetop. She has since changed out of her sodden pajamas into a long turtleneck sweater, and has the neck pulled as high up as it'll go, trying her hardest to pretend that... THAT... isn't there.

Nate finishes with the eggs and lays some fresh peppers and onions on top, curling it up into an omelet. He grabs a knife and cuts it in half, putting each half on its own plate. He starts carrying them to the kitchen table when he stops, a look of realization on his face.

"Oh, right. Sorry..." he says, not able to look directly at his wife. Alice waves her hand in a 'don't worry about it' gesture and leans forward, resting her head in her arms.

"Wow, you really can't eat... how does that even work? Wait, what about breathing? Are you even able to breathe through that... uh, that... hole?"

She nods her head no and waves her hand in front of her face.

He takes a big bite of omelet, suddenly looking deep in thought. "Well, maybe that's the trick then." Nate says, mouth half full of egg. "Maybe this thing, whatever it is, it reacts when you

have a strong enough feeling or desire for something. When you wanted your pussy back it gave it to you, right? Not in the right place, but... well, it did sort of work, right?"

Alice perks up, a thought occurring to her, and snatches up his phone again.

[ When my arms went crazy, I thought really hard about wanting to hug you and it fixed them ]

"Maybe what we need is for you to think really hard about WHY you want your mouth back. Just think about everything you're missing out on, focus really hard on the sensations you're missing, you know?"

Alice smiles with her eyes and gives him a big nod of approval. She closes her eyes and scrunches her brow, focusing as hard as she can.

A breath of fresh air, smelling flowers, kissing my husband...

She tries listing everything she can think of, but her concentration is broken by the sound of Nate scraping his fork against the plate, trying to get at the last scraps of omelet. She opens her eyes and stares at the still-untouched half left on the other plate, the one he had so kindly left for her without thinking. God she could go for some breakfast right about now.

Suddenly she feels a rushing sensation travel up her throat and she lets out a wheezy gasp. Nate's mouth opens in shock as Alice suddenly feels a tongue slip out of her mouth, messily sliding around as she gets reaccustomed to the feeling.

"Fib I fo ipp?" she attempts to mutter. The act of speaking vibrates her whole throat and mouth in a way she's never felt before and a spike of pleasure sends a shock through her brain. Her tongue hangs loosely out of the pussy still situated on her mouth, dripping a string of grool onto the table as her eyes droop to a half-lidded expression of stupor.

Alice opens her 'mouth' and lets out a long "Mmmmmmbbbbbbuhhhhhhhhhhhhh...", an involuntary moan that only serves to stimulate her more as the vibration makes her whole head feel numb.

She slips two fingers in without even thinking. She twists and twirls her tongue around them as they slide up against the roof of her 'mouth', getting an incredible sensation from her newly sensitive tongue as well that makes her whole throat light up with ecstasy.

Nate can't believe what he's watching. A minute ago his wife was sullen, and for good reason, but now she was greedily fucking her own face with two fingers and making a mess all over their kitchen.

"Alice...?" he offers, unsure how to handle the situation. As if suddenly remembering her husband was in the room, her eyes open up and she looks at him with a look of perverse hunger that he's never seen on her before. She slips her fingers out of her face.

"Chome obuh heah mb fubg me." she sputters messily from the winking hole on her face. "Um... what? I can't understand you super well like this hon."
"Cfum fubk me NOW." she bellows, splattering a mess all over her sweater. She starts reaching over the table, desperately fumbling for his pants as Nate steps back in alarm.

"This is crazy, babe. You're not acting like yourself! Just try to calm down so we can fix you the rest of the way, please!"

Alice huffs and shoves her two fingers back inside. If he won't give her what she needs, she'll have to settle for second best, she thinks. As Nate paces around the room nervously though, she can't help but stare at his pants, imagining shoving his thick, hard cock all the way down her new throat. She thinks about every inch of it pressing against her walls, stretching her out as she...

Wow, that's a little more than imagining. She could swear she can FEEL it in there. Alice tries to curl her fingers to massage the bottom of her mouth, but the fingers inside her suddenly feel swollen and inarticulate. She starts to slip them out only to feel a shift all along the inside of her throat. Her eyes bulge and water as she yanks her hand from her face, unsheathing a massively thick 9-inch cock growing from where her index and middle finger used to be, taking up the space they both used to occupy.

I needed it, and it showed up... Alice thinks to herself in a moment of clarity. Whatever this is, it responds to my desires, my innermost needs... maybe if I...

Alice lowers her massive dickfinger to her groin, which she left completely uncovered other than by the length of her extra large sweater. No use in wearing panties if there's not much to cover up down there.

Hey, this big cock needs somewhere to fit... she calls out mentally to herself, hoping some part of her body responds to the need. She mashes the angry red head of the cock up against the blank skin of her groin, the alien sensation of her dick sending a shock up her wrist much like the handpussy had last night. Mmm, come on... Let's find you a home...

She rubs the head up and down, the feelings making her whole arm tense up, every time she presses, the squeezing sensation of her cockflesh makes her want to moan, but Alice doesn't want to get distracted while she's on a roll.

Suddenly there's a give. Her dickfinger slips into a slight groove, and Alice excitedly presses in deeper. It feels almost like she is molding a tunnel through a block of clay, only it feels ten thousand times better. She keeps pushing and pushing, losing the plot of what she's doing and just enjoying the sensation, until she feels her knuckles press up against the bottom of her ass and she realizes she's completely hilted herself.

Holy fuck, that whole dick is in there? she thinks in amazement. She pulls her hand back and forth a bit and feels it reaching way further into her core than she thought physically possible, and looking down at her groin she spots a possible reason why. Her mound is massive compared to before, plump and pushing out as if she'd used one of those pumps she'd heard about on the internet. She brings her normal hand down and rubs her now bulging clit, the feeling making her insides clamp down on her cock and squeezing it so hard she couldn't pull it out if she wanted to.

A few more seconds of rubbing and her arm feels like it's about to burst with the strain of her flexing every muscle. She feels like she's rapidly approaching a wall, and she thinks she knows what might happen when she hits it.

Ready for the big finish, she pulls her hand away from her swollen bottom clit and reaches up to where her nose ought to be, balling her hand and pressing her knuckles into it hard. She grinds her face for a moment and that's all it takes, all of the muscles in her arm turn like steel as she feels a jet of white hot something blast through her hand and through her dickfinger, reaching deep into her and blasting a part of her she didn't even know existed.

Her face muscles start pulsing as she reaches orgasm through both of her pussies as well, squirting all over her sweater as well as whatever might be in front of her at the moment as she stumbles around the room blindly, gurgling and moaning through clenched lips while her tongue hangs loosely from her face.

Alice drops to the floor, kneeling as she drips out all over the tile, barely able to form a thought. She stays there for what could be seconds, or could be hours for all she's concerned, until she's shaken from her stupor by a hand on her shoulder. Through lazily focused eyes she looks up at her husband, looking down on her with concern in his eyes.

Why does he look so sad? That was great... she thinks as she struggles to keep from drifting off to unconsciousness.

"Oh, Alice... what a mess. Come on, let's get you in the shower." he says gently, getting her one available arm around his shoulder while the other is draped contently down her front, dickfinger still firmly stuck in place.

She looks dreamily up at him, face flushed as she is still coming down from the best experience of her life. As they hobble toward the bathroom, her eyes drift down at his crotch and she notices his bulge angrily pushing out against his pants.

If she could smile right now, she'd be beaming.


--


Nate had really thought Alice had gotten it all out of her system, but it would make sense that somebody with 3 sets of genitals would struggle with their... impulse control.

He had tried to get her in the shower but as soon as he turned the water on, she yanked him in with her. He would have complained about his clothes getting wet, but it seemed inappropriate at the time given she was having the same problem just a few minutes earlier.

It seemed that stripping down was exactly her plan though, as the moment he discarded his soggy clothes she was lunging for his dick yet again. He relented and got back into the shower with her, but despite admittedly getting a bit turned on by the display earlier, he found it hard to keep it up when she was fondling his cock with her own, to her disappointment.

"Sorry honey. Look, uh, I'm open to fooling around a little if it... helps... with your situation there, but the whole 'cock on hand' situation isn't really doing it for me.

Alice pauses for a moment, looking obviously hurt by the fact. She lifts her dick-adorned hand up and, barely even thinking about it, the phallus splits in two and reforms into fingers.

"Whoa, Alice, did you just do that on purpose?!" Nate exclaims excitedly. Alice doesn't even acknowledge the question and smushes her face into his groin, slobbering all over his
semi-erect cock with her tongue, leaving sloppy trails of grool all over his neatly-shaven groin.

"Holy shit... Okay, that's more like it... OH!" Nate's posture shoots up straight as she sucks his dick right into the hole in her face, all the while licking it up and down inside. Inside her mouth he feels the most unusual suckling sensation as her inner walls pulse over and over, each time trying to pull his dick further in as if she were swallowing.

He groans and grabs the back of her head with both hands, raking his fingers through her hair while her eyes roll into the back of her head. She starts letting out a deep, muffled moan through the flesh of his cock, sending vibrations through both their genitals. This bizarre, incredible feeling sends Nate over the edge faster than ever before and he unloads, shooting cum into the back of her cunt-throat while she lets out a shuddering groan and presses her face as hard into his groin as she can.

After a few moments her suckling dies down and she relaxes for a moment, her shoulders slumping down as she seems finally satisfied, at least for the moment. Pulling back, she releases his cock from her face with a 'pop' and beams up at him with smiling eyes.

"Pbgl ympfrgl-"

She tries to speak but all she gets out is a mouthful of cum that dribbles down her breasts. She leans her head down and gape her mouth open, letting a bit more drip out before scrunching up her face. She brings her hands up and smushes her cheeks around a bit, then looks up at her husband with a fully restored mouth and nose, her smile returned.

"Thanks for the breakfast!"

4

Re: Project: Self-Control - by blindprophet

CHAPTER 3


"I don't really know what to tell you hon, the hole in my face was doing most of the thinking for me. It's like, the more I let go and let my body take over, the easier it was to change myself around."

Alice is doing her best to humor her husband's questions while hurriedly tugging a pair of jeans up around her hips. Nate was pretty insistent they go down to the police station and clear up the situation the best they can before a neighbor spots Alice out and about and put Nate in the hot seat. A task, Alice thinks, is much more accomplishable today now that she has the face of a human instead of some kind of porn movie alien. She shifts her thighs around a bit, her jeans compressing her junk in a way she wasn't prepared for.

God damn, I wish I had shrunken this new vag down a bit while I was still in the mood. This thing is barely fitting in my pants.

"Babe," Nate starts, "maybe this goes without saying, but I think it might be more trouble than it's worth right now to bring up the... secondary effects of what happened."

"Are you suuure you don't want me carted off to some lab across the country and get dissected by guys in lab coats? It could be a fun way to spend the weekend." Alice says with acidic levels of sarcasm.

"Heh. Just wanted to get on the same page is all. So, uh... what do we tell them, then?"

"Everything I can remember up until last night. Which is admittedly not a lot." Alice sniffs the air in the bedroom. There's still a lingering funk from the discharge she left on the sheets overnight.

"Remind me to do some laundry when we get back."

"Uh-uhn, if you think I'm letting you lift a finger around the house today after everything you've been through-"

Alice lifts the two fingers that had only an hour ago been a throbbing phallus. She raises an eyebrow and smirks, letting out a bit of a snort.

"Yeah, funny. Get your shoes on, something tells me we're gonna be there a while."


--


Nate was right, of course. Disappearing for weeks and waking up running from a van full of who-knows-who isn't what the police would consider a satisfying summary of events, and at

Hour 3 of sitting on an uncomfortable plastic bench by the reception desk, Nate was starting to reconsider having brought her here at all.

"You're sure this is where you remember walking out of? This warehouse?"

The detective walked back into the cramped room, showed Alice the same satellite photo for the fifth time in a row. This process was turning out to be an exhausting one, considering how little she actually had to tell them.

"Like I said, I can't be sure. It was really dark and my memory is fuzzy up until I got home, but I do remember passing seeing that old neon sign for the farmer's market when I ran out... so that must be the place."

"Well, ma'am, I don't mean to worry you any further, but that warehouse caught fire early this morning. There's not much left. We've got folks down there checking out what's left, but from what we know right now, that building was out of commission for the last few years. No signs of anyone working out of there in a long time."

Alice sighs, crosses her arms on the table and rests her face down.

"That's not really the news I wanted to hear, but honestly sir, I just want this all to be over with. As much as I want these assholes to get caught, right now I just want to go home and be with my husband."

"I understand ma'am. We'll want to check back in with you soon, so if we can get something on the books I would appreciate it. But we've grilled you hard enough about this for now. Again, I'm very sorry you've had to go through this."

The detective opens the door and gestures her out.

Last night, she thinks. So... if we had come straight to the station instead of... they might have caught these guys...

Guilt creeps across Alice's thoughts as she follows the detective down the hallway. He stops to have a conversation with his partner, but Alice doesn't hear a word as her thoughts start spiraling. A dull buzzing sensation starts to crawl its way across her body as she's swallowed up by the thought that her abductors could get away scot-free because of her own selfish desires, because she wanted so badly to...

Whoa. The buzzing has centered firmly between her legs. No, no, no, not here, please...

"Um, before we schedule anything, can you... can you point me to the n- NEAREST! Restroom please?" Alice yelps out, squirming as she feels rippling sensations going down her spine into her most private area.

"Er, yes, it's uh... in the door to the right, down the-"

The detective barely has time to point toward the door before she runs in and slams the door behind her. He gives his partner a confused look, and they resume their conversation.

"Fuck, fuck, FUCK, stop it!" Alice begs as she claws at the buttons of her pants and yanks them down. She sits down on the can and cranes her neck to try and get a look at what's happening.

Huh, nothing's different. I mean, my vag is still HUGE, but other than that...

Ba-dump. She feels a pulse go through her, like her heartbeat at a hundred times the intensity. Her eyes go wide, hoping she hasn't actually seen what she thought she did. Ba-dump. Her pussy jumps, pulsing as if her heartbeat were coming straight from its lips. They looked a little wider, a little puffier, than they had a moment ago.

Ba-DUMP. This pulse was more intense than the others. The decidedly bulging shape of her pussy was now fully protruding from her pelvis, the lips splayed wide open as if the pedals of her flower were blooming for the spring. She grimaced as she grabbed it hard with both hands, trying to squeeze it back in like she were balling stuffing back into a toy.

Ba-DUMP! An even stronger pulse. Her vagina fought against her efforts and shoved her hands back, now taking up so much space that, when she stood up in a panic, she could barely close her legs back together.

Alice knows she needs to calm down before things get worse. She crosses her arms, trying to resist the urge to grab at herself any further, and takes a deep breath. Her heart is still aflutter and the sensations coming from her groin are cresting to a height becoming very hard to ignore. Taking another peek down, her clitoris is bulging from its hood, looking more like a shining red cherry pushing itself out of her body. She closes her eyes and tries to forget the image, but the pulsing isn't going away so easily.

Taking several more steady breaths, though, she can feel it go down from a drumbeat to more of a light tapping. That's it, she tells herself. Settle down... Quiet down...

The sensation stops. She smiles to herself, but the smile drops sharply into a frown when she opens her eyes and looks down at herself again. "Holy shit, I'm massive!" she mutters, gawking at the blinking red monstrosity taking up her groin. Having run out of room, it seems to have started creeping its way up her groin, making it halfway to her belly button before she had managed to stop the growth.

Standing up again, her attempts to close her legs only result in a shock of sensation up her body, her thighs compressing her clit, which is now completely exposed to the air and twitching

in the cold. One look in the mirror revealed that her hips had started to widen at some point in the process as well.

She makes a half-hearted attempt to get her jeans back on, but she barely makes it halfway past her knees before they reach their limit, refusing to hike up any higher. Her plush pussy rests neatly in the seat of her hanging pants like they were being served on a tray at a fancy dinner.

"Well this is a hell of a sight. I'm glad that door locks, otherwise..." she shudders at the thought of one of the detectives walking in on her like this. "I guess I'd better shrink this baby back down."

She plops herself back down on the toilet seat and tries to repeat the process from earlier, closing her eyes,, quieting her mind and focusing on what she NEEDS in that moment, which is to be small enough to fit in her jeans and get the hell out of here. Her body, mercifully, relents to her thoughts easier than before and she feels the tingles creep along her skin once again.
Smaller... smaller... smaller...

Knock knock knock. A rapping at the door startles her out of her concentration. "Y... Yes? Occupied?" she squeaks out awkwardly.

"Alice, are you okay? You've been in there awhile." She hears Nate call from the other end of the door. "Are you... do you need help with... something?" he asks knowingly, clearly worried she's lost control of her body again.

"No, it's fine hon, I had a little issue but I... I'm fixing it. Give me 5 minutes."

"Okay. Text me if you need me." he reassures her, before the sound of him walking away gives her permission to get back to the task at hand. She opens her eyes for a moment and-

What the fuck. What the fuck. The room wasn't this big before, was it? She looks down at herself. Her body looks fine, for the most part, although...

"God dammit! It's still huge!" she grumbles, pawing at the display between her legs in frustration. She waves her legs a bit. Wait, her legs definitely reached the tile floor when she sat down. That can't be right...

Alice tries to stand up off of the toilet, having to hop down a bit. She waddles up to the mirror, still struggling to get her legs to move how she wants with the changes to her hips. She can barely make eye contact with her reflection at this point. She's... shrunk!

"Fuck, fuck, fucky fuck! Just when I finally think I've got this thing under control, I... Holy fuck, the doorknob is practically eye-level, I'm barely pushing 4 feet!"

It's then that Alice realizes, the tingling never stopped. Whatever she was doing to herself, it was still going! She looks back at the mirror only to see that she can't even see the top of her head anymore, just the front of the sink.

"Nate?! Hey! Nate!" she calls, but to no response. "Gotta call him, where's my... my phone..."

Alice is practically swimming in her clothes now, her top draped over her like a dress. As she tries to claw at the pockets of her jeans, now laying on the floor, the sleeves of her top begin to get in the way, so she wastes even more time crawling out of it, it and her bra abandoned entirely.

She manages to slip her phone out of the practically air-tight pocket on the back of her jeans, but holding it in her hands, it feels to her more like an iPad than a phone now. She tries to unlock it but the fingerprint scanner doesn't recognize her anymore, so she resorts to clumsily bashing her password into the number pad.

"Phone... contacts... scroll, come on..." Every second that passes now, Alice can feel herself losing even more size, the world expanding out around her noticeably at this point.

Nate plops himself back down onto the bench and closes his eyes for a moment, ready to get out of this place, when his phone lights up. He sighs, knowing exactly what it must mean, and he answers the call.

"Alice, everything all right?"

"Um... no... can you please come get me? This is getting really bad..." he hears from the other end, although the voice is oddly quiet, like she's far away from the phone.

He heads back to the bathroom and knocks on the door. He hears a quiet "Nate?" from the other side. Grabbing the doorknob, he gives it a quick wiggle, but no budge. "Unlock the door, it's me." He hears what sounds like feet hitting the tile floor several times, as if she were jumping up and down.

"Give me a minute, I have to... climb... up..." The doorknob wobbles, then a click. Nate tries the door again and opens it just a crack, not wanting to expose whatever's going on inside. What he sees though takes him by surprise, the figure of his wife, perched on top of the sink, barely even a foot tall.

"Close it, close it!" she whispers harshly, as he hurries in and locks the door behind him. "Alice, what happened? You're tiny!" he asks sharply, unconsciously crouching down to her level.

"Well, I was trying to deal with THIS whole mess, and..." she gestures to her crotch, then plops herself down dejectedly into the basin of the sink, looking about ready to cry.

"Hey, hey, it's okay... it's gonna be fine, we just need to calm down, okay?" he whispers to her assuringly. He reaches down, then hesitates. "Can I...?" she nods, lips pouting, and he scoops her up in his arms, one hand supporting her butt while the other covers almost her entire backside, holding her close to his chest. "Hey... are you... still getting smaller?"

"I can't make it stop... I don't know how much smaller I can get..." she whimpers as she presses her face into his shirt. Nate can feel her getting lighter as he has to try even less to support her in his hands. He starts to rub her back with a single finger as she sobs quietly into him. As Alice lets her emotions out, the feeling of a broad, thick object brushing down her back starts to calm her down. She doesn't even register it's Nate's finger, but it's enough. The tingles quiet down and she opens her eyes, blearily looking at her surroundings.

"Okay, I think it's over... how small did I end up?" she asks in a very matter-of-fact manner. Nate plops her back onto the sink, and she has plenty of room to stand on the rim. "I'd say you're eight, maybe nine inches at this point. Do you think you're able to grow back?"

"No way." she says. "At least like this we can sneak out of here. I don't want to end up 20 feet tall by accident, no talking our way out of that one."

"Fair point." Nate replies. "How do you expect me to sneak you out, though? It's not like I brought a bag or anything. And balling you up in your clothes might raise some questions, like "why do you have all of your wife's clothes? Why is your wife naked somewhere in our station? Why did-"

"Yeah, I get the point." Alice interrupts, obviously impatient to get out of here. "Okay, we'll just abandon the clothes. Katya's dad used to work here, we can get him to swing by later and pick them up if that haven't been thrown out by then. For now, just, uh... hide me under your shirt I guess."

"You want me walking out of here with a big lump under my shirt? They're gonna think I'm stealing something!"

"Fine, maybe I can hide myself in your giant man pockets if I curl myself up. Pick me up."

Alice holds her arms out, inviting Nate to grab hold. He picks her up, noting how similar it feels to when he'd play with action figures as a kid. "Holy crap, Alice, you barely weight anything right now. I'm gonna have to be careful with you like this."

"Yeah, just don't put me in the pocket with your keys and we should be fine. Come on!"

Alice curls up in his hand and holds her knees, folding her legs close to her body to make herself as small as possible. Nate gingerly plops her into his pocket and she's immediately taken aback by how much room she has to move around inside. "Are you serious dude? You

realize I can BARELY get my phone into the jeans I wore in here, and those are my GOOD jeans."

Nate can barely hear her through the denim though, as she hears him open the door and hurry through the reception area.

"Hey, is your wife okay? She's been in there for a while." somebody asks.

"Yeah, she just left, actually... um, she's out in the car. I just had to... use the bathroom... before leaving."

Smooth. Alice thinks, wondering if he could have made that sound any more suspicious. Without further incident though she hears the front doors open and the sounds of birds chirping in the distance ring through. A moment later the car door opens and she finds herself being jostled around violently.

"Hey, hey! Careful!" she shouts as the car door slams shut. A massive hand goes fishing into the pocket and pulls her out, Nate holding her up at the steering wheel, looking around nervously to see if anyone can see them.

"Sorry, I wasn't gonna take you out in the parking lot though. Are you okay?"

"Fine. But I don't think your pocket's gonna be the safest place to be while you're driving around."

"Starting to wish we'd sprung for something with cupholders instead of this old junker?" She rolls her eyes. He's really never going to let that one go, is he?
"Hey, unzip your pants."

"Uhh, seriously? Are you forgetting we're parked at the police station right now?" Nate asks, eyes still darting around looking for any witnesses.

"Oh just do it, the longer you wait the higher the chance someone sees you playing with a doll in your car. It's the only place I can be strapped down where I don't have to worry about falling out."

Nate shrugs and unzips his fly, nestling her up against his boxers. She tries to zip herself up, but in her diminished form she isn't strong enough to do anything other than wiggle the grip of the zipper back and forth.

"Here, I've got it." Nate very carefully raises the zipper, one tooth at a time, careful not to catch his wife's delicate form in it as he goes. He buttons it up and admires his handiwork, his wife's head and arms peeking out the top. She's actually kind of cute down there, he thinks to himself.

A minor tremor shakes Alice in her unconventional seating. The shape of Nate's dick shifts underneath her. She rolls her eyes. "Don't really know what I expected... hey, can we go home please?"

Nate gulps, nods, and starts up the car. This is going to be a long car ride.


--


Ten minutes of being crammed into his pants was starting to reveal what an uncomfortable arrangement this was. Alice was sweating bullets. No human was ever meant to be surrounded by this much denim, she decides. And it didn't help that every time she shifted around, her husband's manhood squirmed around beneath her, tickling her skin and reminding her of her own unusual biology downstairs.

And what a reminder it was. She knew they must be getting close to home by now, but it was getting difficult to ignore the burning sensation in her groin. The heat and sweat, and the musk of her husband so close to her now, it was all becoming what could easily be the perfect storm. She was tempted to climb out, but... Alice couldn't help but enjoy it a little. To feel this small, with so little control, and feel her man's need for her straining against her entire body, it was beginning to become a bit intoxicating.

She squirmed again. Another twitch from below. The more she focused on it, the more mischievous she was feeling. It couldn't hurt to have a little fun, right? They'd be home soon enough.

Slowly, she started to rub back and forth a bit. She looked up to see if Nate had noticed. If he had, he was trying to hide it. Another rub, still nothing. Wiggling around a bit, she snuck her arms underneath his pantline and started to tug at his boxers underneath her. Getting a hold of the waistband, she finagled it over her legs and started to inch underneath. When skin contacted skin, Nate let out of sharp huff.

Well he definitely noticed that, she thinks with a smirk. She moves a bit more until her swollen pussy smushes up against his dick. She hadn't realized how wet she was, but it was a pleasant surprise. She reached both hands down and even the two combined weren't enough to satisfy her proportionally gigantic sex.

She starts to grind back and forth, practically gliding with how slick her juices had made her, both hands clasping at her swollen clit. She lets out a sharp groan and bites at the rim of Nate's

pants as her whole world lights up with feeling. She speeds up, slipping lower and lower into the hot, sweaty cave beneath her. Nate's cock was now straining against his pants, and the surface beneath her goes rigid. She grinds harder, her folds clasping at what little they can grab hold of as her legs splay out on either side. She starts building toward something when suddenly she's jolted forward.

Nate puts the car in park and pulls out the keys. "Fuck. Holy fuck. Babe... you're lucky we're home, I could've gotten in an accident if you'd kept that up."

Alice doesn't reply, she just sinks down and rests against his still-hard dick, humming with need.


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As soon as they're inside the house with the door closed, Nate yanks down his pants, abandoning them at the walkway, and retrieves his wife from his crotch. She's fully riding his cock at this point and seems well disappointed to be taken off her mount.

"Give me a minute..." he says while carrying her into the living room. He plops her down on the coffee table and disappears into the bathroom. Left alone for a moment, Alice can't help but focus on the horrible empty feeling inside of her, like her whole body is yearning to be reunited with her big friend from the car ride. "Naaate..." she moans as she doubles over. "Please... come back... I need it..."

She turns over onto her back and looks down at herself. Her pussy has apparently continued its journey from earlier, crawling its way up her front, to the point where it's consumed her belly button altogether. Her clit now rests comfortable just below her ribs, and as she traces its shape down below, she finds that it's fully engulfed everything between her asscheeks all the way up to her tailbone.

"Holy fuck... I'm so empty... Nate... PLEASE..." There's nothing Alice can even do to address her needs with her puny little hands. She can't even crawl off the table to find something to stick in herself without risking hurting herself in the fall.

She hears the faucet turn off, and Nate comes back into the room, slowly sitting down on the couch in front of her, not aware of her new predicament until he gets a good look at her.

Alice is on her back, her legs splayed open wider than should be physically possible. It looks to Nate like her hips aren't even connected anymore, just two separate pieces connecting her body to her now much more vestigial legs. Her pussy is splayed open, amassing most of her lower body at this point as its opening winks open and closed, pointed directly at him. Alice can't even get any words out, just messily breathing and whimpering in need as she claws at her engorged clitoris.

"Oh my god, Alice, look what you did to yourself..." he says, but Alice doesn't even hear him. He scoops her up in his hand once more and she immediately tries to flip herself over to grind herself on the thick of his palm.

"Ungh... just do it... fuck me... please..."

"Honey, you're way too small, even if I wanted to..." "DO IT! I don't care, do it do it do iiiiiiit!"
Nate shrugs. "Fuck it. I'll try."

He hooks his free hand around his boxers and pulls them down, his cock springing up from its confines. Alice peeks down at it hungrily, muttering incomprehensibly to herself as he lowers her toward it.

He adjusts his hand to wrap around her oddly squishy midsection and lines her up. Her vagina is practically the same size it was when she was full-sized at this point, he realizes. He brings her lower, lower, until her lips just barely touch the tip of his twitching member.

"PLEEEEASE! JUST FUCKING DO I-"

Her plea is interrupting by Nate slotting himself into her, slipping in easier than he he was prepared for. He was only trying to inch his way into her slightly, but he was met with no resistance and now finds himself inches deep into her miniscule body, her torso bulging obscenely to welcome the turgid invader.

Alice, meanwhile, can't make a sound. Her body feels like it's 80% dick, the entirety of her insides making room for him the moment he entered her. She can't speak, can't breathe, can barely move a muscle, but her body isn't looking for those things anymore. This is what she is now. A sheath for his hard, pulsing rod.

Nate snaps out of his momentary stupor, hand still gripped around her body, and realizes that his wife has gone still. Worried for her, he yanks her up a bit and sees her chest and ribs compress back into shape, only her hips now housing the top half of his cock. Alice sputters and drools, the liquid coming out of her looking suspiciously like his own pre-cum, and she locks eyes with him.

"Again."

His own desires perhaps clouding his better judgment, he realigns his grip and shoves into her even harder. She hits the base of his crotch this time and she distends again, this time up through her throat and even her jaw. Her eyes practically bulge out of her head with pleasure,

and as she opens her mouth to moan, all that Nate can see is the tip of his own dick peeking out from behind her lips. He's gone all the way through her!

"Oh my god. That's so fucked up. So fucking good..." he mumbles as he lifts her up again, only to smash her back down. He's met with a wet squelch, liquid pooling out of Alice at a shocking rate to keep her insides lubed up for him. He does it again, and her eyes roll back, her limbs twitching around in a mad frenetic manner.

Again, and again. All Alice knows is the fierce heat boiling through her entire body, every inch inside of her feeling like intoxicatingly pleasurable pins and needles, times a thousand. She tries to grip at anything out of instinct, but other than the thick digits wrapped around her body, all there is for her is to claw at the air madly. The head of Nate's cock mashes at the back of her teeth, then retreats back inside of her. Every time it disappears, her tongue lashes back after it, trying to reach it, until it comes rushing back in all over again.

As he pumps her over and over, his index finger and thumb pinch at her tits, hanging uselessly off her pliable body. I'm like a toy to him, she thinks. A tiny little toy, all for him, to make him feel... feel...

The blip of a thought her mind managed to squeak out disappears as soon as it appeared, as her pleasure climbs to new heights. Orgasms are a thing of the past in her new form. Every moment he's inside her is like a million tiny explosions of feeling in every cell of her body.

Suddenly he pushes forward and holds there. Thought returns to Alice for a moment as she feels a pulsing at her insides, as something rushes by. Her mouth is filled in an instance with cum, and her cheeks bulge out obscenely until the seal of her lips break and it dribbles out all over her tiny, stretchy form.

Nate says something. He moves around. None of it really matters to the toy. She blinks reflexively as cum pulls under her eyes. The toy's body is still alight with pleasure, never dimming as long as her owner is inside of her. He wipes her with something. She closes her eyes. He's taking such good care of her. She's glad she could be of service to him and make him feel so good in return. He stands up and walks to another room. She's fastened on his still hard cock, wobbling around as if she's getting a tour of her surroundings. None of it is very interesting to her.

He falls back onto the bed they once shared. The toy cozies up against the warm, squishy flesh of her owner's stomach behind her and closes her eyes contentedly, pleasure tingling down her useless arms and legs as she drifts off, her purpose served.

The toy didn't even notice those dangling limbs shrink away into nothing.