Bouncing Off The Walls

All Anna could think about was her recent encounter with the slime, which had ended in a very interesting way. She caught herself peeking next door to Jen’s house, wondering when she’d see it again. Something about it this evening in the library had left her craving more. She didn’t know why.

Her stomach gurgled. I just ate, she thought. Anna turned to her bottle of water and drained the better part of a liter, heading back to the kitchen for a refill and another snack. As she filled her water bottle at the fridge, her stomach gurgled again.

Or, wait. Was it her stomach? The gurgle came with a tingle now, and it seemed to be lower than she thought. It wasn’t unpleasant exactly, but...she started drinking water again, taking down another half-liter. She stopped halfway through, noticing a strange sensation in her.

Panic struck now. Her encounter from earlier...she put down her water bottle and lifted her shirt, looking at the little bit of bloat in her belly. She wandered over to the full-length mirror, turning to her side. She had just eaten a lot. But…

“No, it’s something else…” She tapped the bulge in her midsection, and it wobbled oddly. It wasn’t so out of the world that she freaked, but there was something that didn’t seem right. Had she...swallowed something earlier?

She was running over the situation in her mind again when the reverberations in her belly died out to something else. Something entirely more pleasant.

“Whoa.” Anna took a deep breath. “Oh my...god.” She covered her mouth with one hand and cradled her stomach with the other. Whatever was going on--now she was convinced it had to do with the little creature at the library.

However it felt, she had to find out what was happening to her...or at least something about the little slime creature. She walked over to the window facing her neighbor’s house again, but the driveway was still empty. She couldn’t exactly go out looking for her. She’d have to wait.

* * *

The morning paper slammed against the kick panel of her screen door, waking Anna up. She’d fallen asleep on the couch waiting to see headlights, and…

“H-holy…” All she did was try to stretch. She twisted her neck one way, and then the other...but she didn’t stop until it had turned a full 180°. When she stopped straining, it snapped back into place.

Anna pulled both hands up to her face, checking her neck and her head. She could feel her spine. Her face seemed okay. She needed a mirror.

The moment she leapt off the sofa, another gasp. Something was drastically different about the way she moved. She felt it when she got up, but when she landed...

“Holy shit!” Anna cried, reflecting off the floor on the ball of her foot. She was sent skyward, and just as she was about to crash against the ceiling, she gasped, taking a deep breath.

That’s when she realized that locomotion wasn’t the only thing about her proprioception that had changed. Her deep breath was deep indeed, puffing her lungs far beyond any capacity she’d had in the past. She filled her chest cavity so full of air that her breasts strained against her shirt.

Her hands hit the ceiling first, and she deflected again, sailing down the hall. So, yeah. Something happened to her. As she disappeared into the narrow hall, she held her arms out, stopping herself when she reached out to either side. When she saw her wrists seem to extend beyond the sleeves of her shirt, she realized they’d stretched unnaturally to meet the action she intended.

For now, she was still. She let up the pressure on her hands and slowly sank to the ground, bouncing lightly on her feet three or four times before settling. Anna’s jaw hung open. She held out a hand, palm up. With her other hand, she bent her pinky sideways until she cringed looking at it.

“No…” She squinted. It didn’t hurt, but...she wasn’t supposed to bend that way! She wiggled her fingers of both hands and looked down at her feet. She wasn’t supposed to sail around like a rubbery glider, either. “No…” Anna shook her head, jumping a little. The tiniest bit. She bounced back off the ground as if she were on the moon. She held her breath, and now she moved even slower, moving in a classical parabolic motion until she hit the ground again, reflecting again. When she let the breath out, she sped up--though she maintained her improved buoyancy. “No, no, no…” She was smiling, laughing nervously as she spit the words.

She settled on the ground again and looked at her chest. She swallowed hard, putting her hands under her breasts and focusing.

Her body responded. It was lower than her belly, sailing through her. It felt...light. Bouncy. She couldn’t describe it. Her pussy tingled as her chest suddenly heaved, straining hard against her shirt as her breasts inexplicably gained volume.

“Oh, no no no…” Anna moaned, looking down at her new tits and grinning. There was something pulsing in her now. Something pressing her focus.

All the sudden, she didn’t need to wait for Jen to get home. In fact--she wasn’t sure she needed Jen. For some reason, she knew exactly where to find her bouncy little friend.