A crack appears.

Andi had worked up a good sweat during her workout, and was completing her cool down routine.

She felt unusually limber, her muscles less tight than she’d expect after an pretty intense round of training. Maybe the tropical diet and relaxing days agreed with her.

She pushed herself up into a back bridge, hands and feet on the floor, abs to the sky. She’d been working for ages to improve it, having overtightened her abs over years of trying to get a six pack.

It felt fantastic. It was a cleaner arch than she’d ever achieved. Wondering how far she could press it, she inched her hands in a little at a time. Each time, she breathed into the stretch, letting herself relax and push farther. There was no pain, barely any resistance, just a pleasant stretch along her whole body.

Until she felt her head contact her ass.

She collapsed out of it in surprise.

She was flexible, but she wasn’t contortionist flexible.

She tried other things.

She could put her ankles behind her head without discomfort.

She could step on her own head from behind.

She could reach her own pussy with her face. She could have eaten her own ass if she wanted.

Part of her thought of the sexy possibilities, another was frightened.

Something wasn’t right. Nice weather and a fruit heavy diet doesn’t turn someone into rubber. She needed to see a doctor.