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Louise Takes the Tube
By John Malcolm

Louise entered the toilet at the New Thing night club. Stupid name, she’d thought casually as she’d received the free pass inserted in a magazine, and it would probably be closed/changed in a few months as well. But, she’d thought, a free pass is a free pass, and you never know.

The toilets were strange. Bright blue on the walls, stalls a-plenty, and purple basins. Oh well, it takes all tastes. She emptied her bladder and emerged straight into a woman, who strangely enough seemed to have been waiting outside her cubicle. There were plenty of empty ones, so logically this woman must have been waiting for her. And so it proved.

“Ah, there you are. You look like a kind of woman who’d like to try something new.” With this Louise was handed a tube of something. “Go on dear, take it. It’s totally free. It works best on breasts. You’ll find it… interesting.”

“What is it?” Louise sensibly asked.

“Oh, it’s not addictive, or dangerous, or corrosive, or anything like that.” Louise got the impression that this woman was reading from a mental script. “Go on, just try it. Come back next week it you genuinely don’t like it, and I’ll give you something in compensation. I haven’t had to yet, though.” With that the woman left, leaving Louise to stare at the tube, turning it over in her hand.

“Oh well,” she said out loud. “I’ll give it a go.” She went back into the cubicle she’d just emerged from, removed her T-shirt and bra, and rubbed it in all over her breasts. A nice tingly feeling, slightly warm. But that was all. She re-dressed and emerged with the half-empty tube now in her pocket.

It was late, and Louise was back in her flat, alone. “Well, that was a bloody waste of time,” she said aloud to the walls. She pulled closed the blinds and started to undress. It was then she noticed the tube in her pocket. “I’d forgotten all about you.” Then she noticed the small wording on the tube – Must be applied in two doses at least two hours apart for maximum effect. Well, it was at least three hours ago she applied the first dose, so she applied the second dose. Still that same tingly feeling, but nothing else. She threw the now-empty tube in the waste bin and carried on preparing for bed. This time the tingly feeling kept on going – nice, but nothing more. She went to bed.

At about four in the morning Louise was woken by a tightness in her breasts. She felt them, but apart from a slightly greasy feeling, probably the ointment she’d applied earlier, they felt in order. Then, as if her awakening was the trigger, they started to swell outwards. This wasn’t painful, but the tightness seemed to be relieved by this growth. Louise stared, then ran for the bathroom and the mirror. Her breasts seemed to be doubling in size, but it was as if she was growing another pair of breasts on the end of her proper pair. The extensions didn’t hang down, however, they extended outwards like a signpost. It was if there was some kind of bone inside keeping them rigid. Then the new breasts started to feel tight and swell, and the same process was repeated. After a minute Louise had three pairs of breasts, one pair on top of another, and they stuck out to a distance of over two feet.

Louise touched her new growths, and immediately felt a wave of sexual electricity flood through her. Immediately impervious to her physical changes, she went to bed and lay on her back, feeling all six of her nipples in turn, and proceeded to have orgasm after orgasm.

Louise awoke, and yes the breasts-upon-breasts were still there, and yes when fingered they gave off stimulation. This time, however, Louise could ignore the urge to masturbate and went back into the bathroom to inspect her new chest, pausing only to retrieve the discarded tube from the waste bin. Careful examining of the tube in the bathroom revealed new wording that Louise was sure hadn’t been there before – Now what are you going to do? Staring at her chest in the mirror, Louise suddenly burst into tears. She sat down on the edge of the bath, placed her face in her hands, and cried her heart out.

There was a sound. Louise looked up, her tear-streaked face looking hollow and thin. There it was again. It was the door bell. She quickly washed her face, then climbed into her dressing gown, not thinking about what a sight she looked with her chest. She opened the door and peeked around. “Yes?” But there was no-one there. There was a package, about a cubic foot in size, clearly labelled to her. Looking up and down the hallway, she quickly grabbed it and slammed the door. It contained some more tubes, each one of a different shade of blue, and a covering letter.

Dear valued customer,

We know you liked our product, however much you may try to deny this to yourself. Here are some samples of the rest of our range, and you have our best wishes with all of them. They are deliberately not marked with what the effect will be, as the thrill of discovery is part of the fun. You can totally guarantee that the last tube you use will restore you to your normal self. This is a little marketing trick on our behalf, and you’ll never work it out, so don’t bother. Have fun!

Yours sincerely

Louise read the letter a couple of times, relieved that her chest wouldn’t be permanent. Then she rummaged in the box and counted out twenty different tubes. Now she knew that she wouldn’t have to put up with this ridiculous chest – it was fun, in a way – she decided to use it one more time before whatever change that happened next took it away. Soon she was covered in sweat and moaning and groaning on her bed.

For some reason she believed the letter totally about the last tube picked would return her to normal. After breakfast she decided to pick a tube at random and try it out. The one she chose had the text – Swallow the whole contents of this tube. Problems may result if you don’t. Squeezing out the contents on to a plate she got a spoon and ate the lot. It had a sort of peppermint and mushrooms taste, not unpleasant. Then she lay back on her bed to see what happened. After half an hour nothing seemed to have happened, and then suddenly a fullness sensation filled her six breasts, and the extras started to shrink. Before long she was back to just a pair, and then had an irresistible urge to bring her heels up to her buttocks. This done, her thighs and shins and feet all started to melt together, with the two resultant blobs moving to the out sides of her hips and changing shape. She watched this happen with an oddly detached state of mind, and then she realised what was forming on her hips – wheels. They were about eighteen inches across, with a skin-coloured tyre around each one. Obviously, Louise had to try them out, and manoeuvred herself so her wheels and hips were over the edge of the bed, and then let herself down on to the floor. She fell face down, pivoting forward on her axles, and realised that she’d have to learn how to move without legs. About ten minutes later she was wobbling around the flat, and immediately realised the second thing. The placement of her axles made her genitals rub lightly on the carpet, and this was an incredible turn-on. The next five minutes were spent driving herself to orgasm.

After winding down from a blinding orgasm, Louise decided to investigate her new addition. As far as she knew, there were no natural wheels in nature, so she was interested in how they worked. When she touched the wheel itself she felt it, so somehow there was a nerve contact between her axles/hips and the rotating part, but how it all worked without it getting tangled up she couldn’t fathom. Never mind, she was hungry, and it was approaching lunchtime. So she fixed herself some sandwiches, muttering Brumm Brumm noises to herself as she drove around the kitchen. It was good to be a Wheely Person. Then a problem arose. She needed to visit the bathroom, and how would she use the pan? No legs to stabilise her torso, so this would take fierce control. Eventually she did it, but the experience decided her that being legless wasn’t 100% better. Time to try another tube.

Picking another tube at random and reading it, Louise learned that – This tube must not be taken after the elephant tube. If this is your last tube and you are currently under the effects of the elephant tube, it serves you right for not reading the labels before starting! Nice! Thanks a lot! Pour contents into a glass and mix with water. Drink in one go. Still, as she wasn’t under the effects of the elephant tube there was nothing to fear. Mixing and drinking produced a lemony drink that seemed to slip down as if it was thin honey. She retired to her bed, pulling herself up and almost immediately the effect started. Her wheels melted and became blobs again, which moved down and un-melted into folded-up legs. I like the way that the current tube reverses the effects of the previous tube before doing its own thing, she thought.

Sure enough, once her legs were back to normal her eyes started to ache, and then move out and apart on stalks. It was strange watching her parallax vision change as her eyes became further and further apart, eventually stopping about a foot above her head and waving as in some gentle breeze. That was not all; her arms and legs were melting into tentacles, and she was gaining three more sets of breasts below her main pair, but in different colours. She started to stay something and realised that her mouth was wrong. She didn’t have a tongue, but something round and hard, with a… Oh no! It was a penis! This forced its way out of her lips and protruded about six inches from them. Then she found that she was much more flexible in the back department, and immediately knew what to do. She bent forward and inserted her mouth penis into her vagina, and a combination of sucking and fucking took her to orgasm. Then she lay back, panting. Her mouth penis softened, but was still harder and larger than her tongue had been, and it was difficult to talk with it. Eventually she gave up, and just let it hang out of her mouth droopily.

Now she had a problem. Her tentacles were not strong enough for her to walk on, and the tubes were across the room. She rolled off the bed and onto the floor with an “oof!”, then wriggled and pulled and pushed her way over to them, where she quickly selected a tube. Trying to get her wayward eyes to focus on something close was awkward, but she read – Do not use this tube after the tentacles tube. Dangerous side-effects will result. She replaced the tube in the box and selected another one. This was safe, so she got back to the bed, pulled herself up, and undid the top with her teeth, carefully avoiding her mouth penis. Then she put the top back on, put the tube on the table beside the bed and started sucking at her mouth penis to get it hard. Boy did it respond! Soon she was bent double intent only on pleasuring herself. Then she slept for a bit. Time had come to have no meaning for Louise now. All that mattered was that she ate when she was hungry and sleep when she felt like it. The blinds had remained shut all the time, and she was running by electric light, so unless she looked at a clock she didn’t know, or care, what part of the day it was.

Louise awoke, and removed the top of the tube with her teeth. This was another eater, so she squirted it into her mouth, swallowed it and lay back to wait. As she waited she mused on how interesting it had been with eyes on stalks. They had moved around and she’d seen things in new ways. She was also surprised how her rows of breasts had somehow folded themselves in when she fucked herself. Each pair had stimulated her in different ways, but some instinct told had her that she shouldn’t remain in this form for too long, and that was why she gone for the next tube.

Louise’s eyes lost focus, and she knew it was starting. They gently withdrew into her eye sockets, and she felt her multi-coloured breasts absorb themselves into her torso. Her arms became solid again, followed by her legs. Finally her mouth penis withdrew inside her mouth and became a tongue again. She was normal, and waiting with anticipation for what happened next. She was addicted to this, she knew, and would miss it when she’d finished off the tubes. Maybe she should, if the next transformation wasn’t too extreme, lay off the tubes for a bit. But that thought quickly died and she found herself wishing the next change would get on with it.

Her arms and legs started to feel as if they would burst, and then each limb shot for the nearest corner of her bed, and she was attached to it. The ends of her limbs melded into the legs at each corner of the bed and she knew, without any surprise, that she was now the legs of the bed. She also felt her torso flatten out and become like a sheet, covering most of the bed. How would she get to the tubes now? Immediately the bed walked across the room to the table where the tubes were, so that problem has been solved. The next problem was even more serious. How could she manipulate a tube, so she could be changed from this form? Then she felt something emerge from her flattened vagina, and saw a snake-like appendage move over to a tube at random, grab it, and present it to her so she could read it. Immediately she’d read and decided that the tube was safe for her in this form, the appendage manipulated the top off and squirted the contents into Louise’s mouth. She instinctively swallowed, and soon she was not a set of bed-legs and a sheet. That had been not so much fun, she thought. The helplessness she’d felt was too much, and she felt she’d been lucky. Still, a single thought went through her mind just before that transformation changed – it would have been good to have someone on top of her. An alien thought to her mood, however, and she was glad when the next transformation started with something growing out of the length of her spine – a fin of some sort. That was all, but there was an incredible sense of anticipation of something – something wonderful. As if on cue, the door bell rang again, and she got up, put on her dressing gown, and went to open it.

The visitor was human, and her best friend Heather. Immediately Louise ushered Heather in and shut the door. These two women were about the same age, and shared no secrets. Nothing was too shocking or too personal for talk between them. It was like talking to another self, almost. They’d even been to bed together, when they’d had a few. So it didn’t take Louise long to explain to Heather what was going on, and before long Heather had opened a tube for herself and applied it. Again the strange rightness of the tubes was at work, and Heather had grown a fin just like Louise’s. Seeing this happen to Heather had triggered Louise, and she’d taken off her dressing gown, gathered her friend in her arms, kissed her, and they melted their faces together, followed by the rest of their bodies. The two became one, face-to-face.

How long this lasted the women never knew, but they remembered it as a period of incredible passion and sensuality. They’d known each other perfectly, and their affection for each other had become much deeper and more intense. They still had their fins, but each had otherwise returned to their normal selves.

It was Heather who noticed the change. The number of tubes had doubled, and there were two of each colour. The one odd one left over had grown in size, and Louise surmised that it must be the return-to-normal tube that both of them would use at the end. She set that tube to one side, on the table next to the bed. It felt obvious to the two women that each pair of tubes should be used together, and so Louise gave Heather the opportunity to choose the next pair they would use. Before they applied the tubes, they decided to freshen up and have a meal, while they were in human form, just in case. This done, they applied the tubes – again by eating.

After about ten minutes of lying side-by-side on the bed – now sans fin – with nothing happening, Heather suddenly turned bright green, and Louise turned purple. They were laughing at this when Louise’s nose started elongating. After a few seconds it was obvious it was becoming an elephant’s trunk. Then Heather’s did the same. Snorting with laughter, their giggles changing in tone as their trunks lengthened, they discovered that these trunks were movable. Waving their new add-ons at each other and giggling some more, plus making trumpeting noises, the girls almost missed their tusks starting to grow from their upper jaws. These became eight-inch tusks with a rounded end. Now speech was awkward, but possible. Finally, their hands and feet blunted and became elephant feet. Their arms and legs were each about eighteen inches long, ending in a round foot about eight inches across. Any manipulation of their environment was out now, except with their trunks.

The same idea occurred to both of them, and soon they were snorting at each other’s genitals and gently pounding the other’s breasts with their feet. The sound of two elephant girls trumpeting their orgasms soon filled the air, and then they rolled back to rest.

Louise woke to see Heather investigating her clitoris with her trunk, and so thought it might be a good idea to try this. She soon discovered a better way, and was soon rubbing her tusks firmly against her clit. Heather had cottoned on to this, and before long there was more trumpeting.

After they’d rested again, Heather got up and went to the kitchen for a drink. Opening the fridge for the orange juice was no problem with her trunk, but getting glasses out of the cupboard, with her lack of stature, was slightly harder.. Eventually she managed it by climbing on the kitchen stool and suction-cupped them out with her trunk. The problem was holding the cups and drinking. Then the method hit her. She plunged her trunk in the cup, breathed in, and then bent her trunk around and carefully fed the fluid into her mouth. The idea of drinking out of her nose repelled her, but if elephants could do it…? Then she noticed Louise watching her, shaking with mirth.

“OK you do it,” said Heather, just. So Louise drank with her nose while Heather watched, desperately trying not to laugh. She failed, and a sound like a trumpet with hiccups soon filled the flat. More refills, more giggles. Then Louise had the idea; bath time.

So they bathed. Each filling their trunks with water and squirting at the other, the bath lasted hours. It became dangerous when Heather worked out that she could fire the soap out of her trunk like a cannon, and then a mock trunk fight, slapping each other around the head and body. This was the most fun transformation so far. All good things eventually come to an end, and they finally got bored. Time for the next tube.

There were no tubes. They had all gone. A full search of the whole flat proved fruitless, so the two elephant girls held each other and cried on each other’s shoulders, each girl snorting out her fear and disappointment while her tears ran down her friend’s back. Then Louise disengaged from the hug, and headed for the front door. Sure enough, outside the door was a box. She bought it in and opened it. Inside was a note:

You took too long between changes. This was a warning. Go careful next time, Otherwise you may not get normalised.

The box contained two tubes. Each had two words, just like Alice In Wonderland. Eat Me. The girls each took a tube and squirted the contents down the other’s throat, and in a few minutes all was normal. Two perfectly human women standing in front of each other. It was all over.

“What did the note mean?” asked Heather. “Next time? There aren’t any tubes for a next time.”

“Maybe one of us will be sent some more tubes in the future,” said Louise.

“I hope so,” said Heather. “That was fun.” She looked at the note again. There was more text she was sure hadn’t been there before. She showed it to Louise, who agreed that this was new text.

Thank you for your time and effort. You have helped us immensely to improve our product. You’ve been our best subjects to use the tubes. As a reward you are now capable of changing your shape without any tubes. Anything you want to be, you can be. All you have to do is think it, but not consciously. Think like you think when you want to move your arm – silently. Apparently this may take some practice, but you will get the hang of it. You have no choice. Thank you once again for your time.

Heather was ahead of Louise here, and her arms smoothly morphed into tentacles, and her legs joined into a mermaid’s tail. She now also had a massive erection, on all three of her penises. Louise was not slow to react, and soon she had three vaginas, six breasts, and four arms. Heather entered Louise, and Louise took her in her arms.

They are still in that flat. Food appears from somewhere, and they ingest it. The rent gets paid, and no-one bothers them. The Watchers collect masses of data, and the girls get masses of orgasms. Their creative centres are being stimulated, and they always seem to come up with new forms for exploration. The Watchers are happy.

After nine months of changing, their bodies say “That’s enough” and the girls expire into dust.

The Watchers then moved on to their next subjects. Or is that victims?