Over the last few years of self-discovery and some embarrassing trial and error, Erica was quickly becoming a veteran at her craft, being able to shapeshift her body into nearly anything she can imagine, with practically no boundaries. Erica and I decided to put her “talents” to work in a way that was fun for both of us, while being able to keep her powers a secret. I used up a good chunk of my savings to buy professional-level photography equipment for our house because I was quite confident I was going to make the money back. I would take pictures and videos of Erica putting on all sorts of poses, shapes, forms, and sizes, as quite literally anything that the depraved depths of the internet can fathom. Elastic women, transformations, giantess growth, catgirls, slimegirls, you name it. Not only were we huge with the online fetish communities, even some of the big-name companies were paying us big money to outsource their modeling to us; they would explain exactly what they wanted to see, and we gave it to them. And for someone like Erica who has historically been a “4” or “5” at best and never had too much attention from the opposite gender, she was finally getting to have her fun in the “looks department”. Looking like a supermodel on a moment’s notice? The power any girl would dream about.

The best part is that we didn’t even need to disclose anything about Erica’s powers to anyone. They were just convinced that I was either extremely well-connected in the adult entertainment industry, or that I was the unquestionable master of photoshop and computer animation.

The income from our little business venture was easily enough money that we could confidently quit our jobs with no second thoughts, so needless to say, that alien abduction was probably the best thing that’s ever happened to us.

Let me walk you through the average day.

I woke up around 10-10:30 and spotted Erica in the kitchen through the open door. She usually wakes up about half an hour before I do because she likes to surprise me with breakfast in bed sometimes if she’s feeling romantic, which means tonight is going to be one hell of a ride. Not only is she making us tons of money, she’s saving us money as well. Let me explain, because this is truly one hell of a sight to see.

She started her cooking process by reaching her arms up and over her head similar to how you would see someone stretch their arms after a long nap, to give her some more room for new ones. Below her armpits, a brand new pair of shoulders began to form, jutting out of her back a little bit. Following the shoulders was a separate pair of brand new arms that slid out of her torso and formed into identical-looking hands to match the originals.

“I always wanted an extra set of hands around the kitchen”, Erica thought to herself.

She decided that she wanted a nice hot cup of coffee this morning to perk up a bit more, and held herself still for a second, concentrating. Once her insides were nice and toasty, she used the lower pair of hands to milk herself, squeezing out a fresh cup of coffee. A fun little trick she figured out was that she can change the molecular composition of her natural breast milk to produce nearly any other liquid she wanted, hot or cold. As her right hand began “milking”, she converted her left hand into a cup, to then drink it back up again. With her right hand free again, it found its way to the cabinet to pull out an additional 2 cups for me. She pulled herself close to the glasses, and one-by-one, squeezed some fresh orange juice and some milk into each glass, respectively.

While this was all happening, the other pair of hands went on to get the rest of the preparations done. They stretched out behind her an additional 3 or 4 feet beyond their normal length to open up the cabinet and pull out a couple of pans, which were then placed delicately on the stove, patiently waiting for the next steps.

Side note: Erica prefers to be naked at any given moment whenever she can, especially around the house. Clothing and fashion might be huge for most girls, but Erica simply feels restricted in her movement and her abilities. And while most chefs or cooks would wear an apron, her skin and body can withstand as much or as little as she wants them to, including common inconveniences like extreme heat, extreme cold, radiation, gas, bullets, and pretty much anything else you can throw at her. So something like hot stoves or flying grease doesn’t really warrant her to wear an apron or oven mitts in the kitchen if she doesn’t need to.

She was really proud of figuring how to do this trick, and with good reason. She formed her left hand into a large soft loaf of bread, and making use of her knife hand, chopped it off into a few slices that fell onto a plate sitting on the counter. Next, you could see two large indents form inside her chest, where she threw the bread into, and concentrated her body heat to superheat the slices into perfectly-cooked toast.

Erica concentrated and began swelling her stomach outwards to make a fat, juicy, pink belly, and stood above the pan on the stove. She converted her right hand into a large carving knife, and began cutting away at her own soft stomach, producing a few strips of bacon that fell down right into the skillet, ready for frying.

She had wished there was an easier way to do this trick, but this is the easiest way that she’s come up with so far. She took a deep breath, stretched her legs apart, and started wiggling her soft butt until it produced a few white feathers, and began quite literally laying chicken’s eggs. She engorged one of her hands into a bowl shape to catch them before hitting the floor, brought them back up to surface level, cracked them, and threw them in the other pan.

With all 4 of her hands at her disposal, she finished cooking and plating in record time, and came into our bedroom with a beautifully-presented breakfast in bed, made-to-order, and flopped down in bed beside me while her second pair of arms retracted back into her torso.

“What’s on the to-do list for today, babe?” Said Erica.

“Well, I was checking our e-mail backlog, and it looks like we’ve got a few picture commissions we should catch up on.”

“Alright, what have they got for us this time?”

Well it looks like it’s a few different people, but they’re all sourced from one website called ‘rubber reader’, so probably more elastic stuff.”

Erica, laying face-down in bed, swiveled her head 180 degrees to show me a sultry look in her eyes and let out a devious grin.

“Sounds like fun, but can I have MY breakfast first? I went to all this work for you.”

“Trust me, it’s my pleasure.”

“Yeah, I bet it is, you lucky boy, you.

Erica flipped herself over so that she was now lying next to me face-up (with her head back in the normal human position).

Getting in the spirit of today’s theme, she extended her tongue a few extra feet longer than normal, looping around my dick a few times, heavily coating it with saliva, and began rubbing it up and down solely using her tongue. Erica was just casually laying down next to me, snuggled up with her own blanket, arms behind her head relaxing, while I had easily one of the best handjobs of my life. Talk about easy for both of us.

After a minute or two, she started getting impatient with me for not cumming yet, and decided to speed up the process.

She retracted her giant snake-tongue and re-positioned herself so that she was in the cowgirl position, riding my dick not like a bull, but an elegant show-horse; firm, but gentle, slow, and sensual. Doing the best I could to keep up with her, I started doing my fair share of thrusting as well.

As I started to feel an orgasm coming on, she was in the middle of changing her body in preparation for the big event. I felt something familiar beginning to wrap around my penis, so it wasn’t alarming because of that, but more so because I wasn’t expecting to feel it while in this position. The lips of her vagina really decided to live up to their name, as they quite literally began to shift into a perfect pair of pouty red lips and a full set of teeth, giving me what can only be described as a “vagina blowjob”, a term that was not even virtually possible until a few seconds ago. There was no limit to how deep Erica’s throat could go, and especially not now, since there wasn’t a throat to stretch out. My initial confusion regarding her biological change was met with her eyes staring down at me to see my dumbfounded face, and saying “what’s the matter, you never fuck a shapeshifter before?”

Oh, I love it when she talks. That sent me flying way over the edge as I came like never before into her (literal) second mouth. She made what appeared to be a swallowing motion with her neck and throat, making a “gulp” sound, but it turns out she had re-arranged her organs so that she could swallow from her new mouth as well.

“Fuck, that’s so good”

She began panting and breathing faster, ready to finish up on her end. My dick was in pain because of how sensitive it was after just finishing, but I wanted to let her finish, god damn it. I fought through the pain for another 30 seconds or so, until she flung her head back and let out a primal scream of pleasure, squirting out her own juices onto me and letting her body relax.

“Oh, hold on. Let me get that while I’m down there.”

As her secondary lips let go of me, she decided to go a step further with the “mouth” motif, and formed a whole new tongue, lashing out onto me and licking up all the juices she had just released.

“How does it taste?” I said.

“Wait, you or me?”

“Well either, I guess.”

“I can control my taste buds to make whatever flavors I want, so I purposefully made your cum my favorite flavor to give me an extra incentive to come back to you to feed me.”

“What else can I guy ask for?”

“Not much. You’ve got it pretty good, mister, don’t you forget it.”

Erica began forming her hands into gigantic springs, and pushed herself off the bed and onto the floor.

“Let’s spring into action for this photoshoot,” she said.

“I love you, but I don’t know if I love you THAT much,” I replied.

“Yeah, that’s fair.”

“So what’s first for these commissions?” Erica asked.

“I’m pulling up the order form now. It looks like we’ve got someone who wants to see a cute redhead stretched out all across the room, the couch, the TV, the whole 9 yards.”

“Oh I’ll give them much more than 9 yards.”

Erica set down her glasses on the coffee table and got to work. She slimmed her body weight down to a delicate petite size, and started to focus on her head. She shook her head back and forth until her locks of brown hair began to shimmer into a bright ginger red color. Stretching her neck to look in the bathroom mirror in the next room over, she got a better look at herself.

Unsatisfied, feeling as though something was missing, she concentrated on her hair a bit more, getting a nice floaty curl to her orange masterpiece. A quick blink changed her brown eyes into a bright and shimmering blue, and a bit of concentration let Erica shower her face in freckles around her cheeks and forehead. To complete the look, she decided to bring her hands to her face, and physically mold it to make *just* the right shape she was looking for, pulling, pushing, and stretching her features to match the mental image she conceived.

“Okay, what do you think?” said Erica.

“Perfect, let’s see what you’ve got.” I said.

Erica sat down in the center cushion of the couch to get herself in a good position. She began extending all of her appendages outwards about 5-6 feet and let them go limp for good measure, really driving home the feeling of “the ultimate relaxation”. In the meantime, Erica’s torso was now yards longer than it normally was, fulfilling the requester’s description nearly perfectly; soft and stretchy body, strewn all around the entire living room of a house.

Erica struck a few different poses and tried some new positions just to give the buyer a selection of options to pick from as a “sorry” for being late on their delivery.

“What’s next?”

“We’ve got RubberFan1991 asking for ‘an ebony dominatrix tying up a girl on a rack using only her stretchy hands’. What do you think?”

“Let me see… Okay, I think I have an idea of how I can do this. Do you still have that decorative sword I got you for your birthday?”

“Uh yeah, it’s uh… right… here. There we go. Why do you ask?”

“I hope you’ve been practicing with your sword skills as much as I’ve been practicing this little number. Slice me open.”

“You’re sure?”

“I haven’t figured out how to rip myself in half yet, so this is what we’re gonna do in the meantime.”

“If you say so.”

Anyone in this situation would obviously have their instinctual doubts about swinging a sword directly into your wife’s face, but she seemed confident that she knew what she was doing, and I do NOT want to get on her bad side. I made a downward cutting motion right down the middle of her head, and it sliced through like butter. Afraid to look up and see what I had done, I finally turned my head to see two drop-dead gorgeous women standing in front of me. One was the girl I had just gotten to know, the cute redhead from the last shoot. The other was the spitting image of the first thing that would come to mind the second you said “ebony goddess”; soft dark brown chocolate skin, flowing near-black hair, and an insane Amazonian-esque figure, tall, curvy, and busty.

“What do you think?”

“All I can say is ‘wow’, you really nailed this one. How did you plan on making her look like a dominatrix though?”

“Hey now, one step at a time. Watch this.”

Erica took a deep breath and concentrated for a second, attempting to “push” something out of her. A dark black liquid began to emerge from her pores all around her body, and started covering her genital regions and torso as lightly as the letter of the law would allow. The liquid began to settle and harden until it formed into a solid black leather fabric, providing Erica with a G-string, bra, and choker necklace, all with silver-stud accents, which I thought was a nice touch.

“Is that better?”

“Much better.”

“Now let’s get to work.”

Erica subliminally commanded her ginger-haired body double to create a rack base for herself, OF herself, jutting out black bars of iron from her skin and onto the floor. I figured that nobody would notice that it was literally melded into her skin if we get the lighting just right. Now that redhead Erica had a rack to enter, ebony Erica began the tightening process. Slowly walking towards the innocent red-haired girl, Erica started to really enjoy this feeling of power and got very into character. She flung her dark-brown leather-clad arms towards the helpless girl and wrapped them around her 2 or 3 times over each limb, tying herself in knots at the wrists and ankles.

Side note: Erica had a very unique perspective on this situation, because not only could she command the “other” Erica, the other body was simply an extension of herself, as if she were controlling just another arm or leg, but it just takes a bit more concentration and practice to move both at the same time. However, since the second body is simply an extension, she could sense and feel the same things that the other body would, all at the same time. Erica never really got “into” BDSM stuff, but I could tell that she was exploring some newfound feelings. I would probably do the same if I could feel the sensations of both the sub and the dom at the same time.

We finished up getting the shoot done, and decided to take a quick break for a bit.

“Get yourself together, Erica. You look like you’re all over the place” I said.

Playing along with the joke, Erica sarcastically laughed along.

“Actually, speaking of that… Let’s see if I can do this on the first try.”

Erica moved of both her bodies into position next to each other, and each one’s outermost arm pushed their respective heads together… literally. Erica made her skin on both bodies into a soft and viscous liquid form, allowing the two bodies to melt into each other and re-form into one singular Erica. The color of the caramel brown skin that her combined form had created was simply astonishing to look at, I have to admit. The two bodies melted together into one human form of liquid-y flesh, and after a few seconds began to re-form into good old Erica again.

“So, what’s next?”