Jackie changes herself even more

Feeling too excited with what she was doing to stop, Jackie knew what change she wanted to try next. But to do it, she'd need more space.

Simply enlarging the house to give herself the room she needed would be much too disruptive to the neighbourhood, never mind make it difficult at best for her and her parents to get around in it, while rearranging its interior would just confuse her parents. So instead she opted for something else she'd read about.

Without changing the exterior dimensions of her bedroom, she willed the space within it to expand, the room growing larger and larger, far larger inside than out, well more than she felt she needed to do what she wanted to do next.

First, though, she wanted to be able to see what she was doing from more angles than just one. Turning to face her bed, now a substantial distance away, having remained against the wall as she expanded the room, she could nonetheless see it, and the clothes she'd left on it, in perfect detail. With a simple thought, her T-shirt plucked itself up into the air and moved about, stretching as if her body was filling it, the short sleeves moving as they would had she been walking.

Turning to her next test, she plucked one of her pinky fingers off its hand, leaving behind smooth skin on both hand and finger, and, holding it in the palm of another, found, as she had come to expect, that she could still move it about as if it were still attached, and could even simply levitate it into the air and reattach it to her hand with no issues.

Despite everything she'd done, though, a part of Jackie still expected simply to keel over upon attempting her next trick. Another part of her told her that it really wasn't any crazier than what she'd already done, but the full import of her abilities, even just the ones she'd verified so far, hadn't really sunk in yet.

Grasping her head in two hands, she took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and plucked it cleanly from her shoulders.

Then she let out her breath, took in another, and despite clearly feeling her neck stump resting against, but not attached to, her massive upper-left breast, felt her lungs collapse and expand in time with her breathing.

Opening her eyes, she let go of her head and willed it to rise, finding that making it move around as she wished was as easy as everything else she'd done had been, which was to say, full of trepidation, but ultimately effortless.

Using her new state to get an up-close look at every part of her flawless body, she positioned her head some distance away, her eyes roughly level with her huge butt, as she willed her next change.

Starting at about mid-thigh, her legs started to fuse together, the two limbs collapsing into a single appendage that engulfed her knees, shins, ankles and feet before continuing to grow. Small, smooth, shiny scales formed atop it as it went, Jackie watching with excitement as she grew a huge, thick, muscular snake's tail, becoming, though she knew her use of the term wasn't mythologically accurate, a lamia.

With all the space she could want, and wanting to see just how far she could push herself while balancing perfectly where her feet had been, she grew her tail in a circle, almost touching her door on one wall, her bed, a full mile away from her mirror, on another, and her desk on the third, before coming back around to her, whereupon she kept it growing, spiraling it inside itself until the tip apparently had nowhere to go, but Jackie, determined to push the limits of her ability to alter herself, at least in this regard, simply plucked her tailtip from the ground and circled it outward, in the ridges between the circles on the floor, until she reached her body again. Around and around, inward and then out, stacking atop itself, her tail grew, Jackie finding herself **** to lift the ceiling of the room as her tail grew towards it, forming a cone composed entirely of her new, thick, muscular appendage.

Jackie had lost track of precisely how long her tail was, nor did she especially care, given that she could make it as long or as short as she desired. She paused once the tip reached the point at the top of the cone, then in one last push dropped it down towards her back, weaving it between and around her breasts so that she could stroke it gently with all four hands.

Floating her head back close to her body, she realized that she did regret one thing about turning herself into a lamia, even one so absurdly proportioned: her legs and feet. After all, she was proud of what she'd done with her legs only a few hours prior, and she still wanted to show them off. So focusing again, the head of her tail, right where it met her upper thighs, bulged, and soon enough her old legs popped out, her thighs simultaneously growing into separate legs and fusing into a tail. Quick thoughts verified that she could retract and regrow her legs at will.

But remembering another thing she'd read, she altered herself further, lifting a few feet of tail off the ground before making herself grow a second pair of legs. The scales between her four legs reformed into skin, and her magnificently huge ass relocated to the rear of her new second back, her tail growing out beneath it.

Having altered herself into so many different forms, it was but the work of a moment's thought for Jackie to instantaneously shift between any of the bodies she'd given herself in the past few hours, going all the way from her old body she'd had that morning to her most recent and most extravagant form, or mixing and matching anything in between. She knew she could go further. She knew she could turn her scales into breasts, or grow an udder under her taur back, or, still as a taur, give herself five gigantic dicks sprouting just in front of her butt.

Part of her was tempted to keep going, see just how much she could change herself, how outlandish she could be. But another part of her wanted to show herself off, and to hell with what the world thought of her. And there was still the part of her that just wanted to turn back to her normal self--well, pretend she was normal, anyway--and veg out in front of her computer monitor for the night.