Estretchania Armstrong

Matthew quickly excused himself and went to the attic of the house. His mind raced as he saw so many boxes of old stuff. They were marked off with labels. Matthew had all of his childhood toys stored away in a box in the corner of the attic. He eagerly reopened the cardboard box and sifted through looking for the right thing.

“Aha! Perfect!”

Matthew pulled out an old toy he had fond memories of. It was a Stretch Armstrong from decades ago, the goo filled man was a bit warn down, but overall kept its shape and composition. It was the same smiling blonde man, with a tank top and shorts, and his name across his chest. After a little playing to test it out he found it to still be in a good condition.

Coming downstairs he saw his mother putting away some dishes.

“If you don’t want to eat just throw away the food. You’re being wasteful Matthew. What is that in your hand, did you pull that out of-“

While speaking Matthew had snapped a picture of the toy and hit the fuse button. A bright light engulfed the toy and his mother. He could feel it fly out of his hand and see it fling at his mother. The light overtook the both of them and soon the results of his fusion was apparent.

Standing there in the kitchen was a strange new hybrid of woman and toy. She was the same height as her old self, but her whole body looked a bit swelled. Her face was noticeably more masculine, with a bigger jaw line and big cheeks. More weird details were things like her skin, which now look faded and a bit dirty. Her hair was a blond/brown mix, and now just a solid chunk of her head. He could see her limbs looked a bit wider and thicker. What stood out to him the most however was the new name across the chest. The logo was changed to say ‘Estretchania Armstrong’ in the same design style.

“-out of the attic. Thank you, I thought I’d be in that box forever.” She said to her son. “Why do you look so pale sweetie? Are you sick?”

The gooey woman awkwardly shuffled over on her elastic legs and placed the back of her palm on Matt’s forehead, he could see her hands were now solid chunks with the fingers imprinted in.

He felt...