The phone starts ringing

Your phone rang on top of the dresser in the corner of the room facing your bed, breaking you out of your masterbatory trance at least momentarily. Getting up slowly, you ackwardly crabwalked over to the dresser, still mindful of your increasingly floppy long dong of a penis, lest you accidentally step on it and explode right there.

Remembering you can simply stretch, you reach for the phone instead, your arm extending several feet longer than you used to be able to. You answer it, already having a pretty good idea who it was on the other end considering you've spent the last two weeks with her.

"Hey John! I just called Montgomery's and they told me you checked out. How are you uh.... holding up?" You hear from an enthusiastic woman's voice.

That enthusiastic woman's name belonged to an intentionally named Claire Voy, a gummy herself for the past two years who took a break from college post transformation and became one of the younger volunteers of a local organization known as "Gummies Stick Together", or GST. GST is a nonprofit support group founded years ago by gummy professionals wanting to reintegrate into society as well as help others do the same. They seek out newly transformed gummies, helping them get settled back into their day to day lives as well as becoming "acquainted" with their new bodies, giving them the well deserved notoriety of being known as "volunteers with benefits".

Consisting almost entirely of gummies with a few human volunteers as well, GST receives calls from hospitals, clinics, and gummy treatment centers sending members locally, statewide, and on rare occasions as far out as Canada or Mexico barring travel expenses. Their resources are limited and occasionally done with little to no pay, but luckily in your case Claire volunteered to meet with you regardless, keeping you company throughout the entire treatment process. Motivated by a keen desire to help you get "intimately familiar" with your new stretchy self, she was more than openly flirtatious with you throughout the entire process, and you got the impression you weren't the only one. She was gone the day you were released to visit another gummy undergoing treatment but promised to get in touch with you later that night. You had nothing better to do and let's be honest, with a sexually aroused pile of dough in the shape of a hot, attractive young woman like her, it's not like you were going to say no....

"John? John you there? I didn't get the wrong number did I?" Claire asked, mildly confused.

"No I'm here, just hanging around." You abruptly reply, looking down at your cartoonishly elongated phallus.

"I'll bet. So how was your last day down at the "goolag"?" Claire asked, a term some gummies affectionately use to describe the torturous transition many go through during their treatment. It wasn't exactly an appropriate term, and you didn't quite agree with it yourself, but it wasn't a huge deal so you decided to let it slide.

"Nothing too crazy, just had to put in a claim, sign a bunch of paperwork, stuff like that. I'll be lucky if my insurance covers all of this shit."

"Well congratulations! If you can actually hold a pen, you should try to see if you can pat yourself on the back."

"Very funny."

"Nothing wrong with being a little flexible, its something you should get used to from now on." She said with a sly voice. " Just make sure to send a of copy of your bill to our office, and we'll figure out where to go from there."

At this point, you absentmindedly started twirling your dick in the air like the long piece of rope that it more or less was.

"First crippling immobility, and now bills. Here I thought being being a gummy was supposed to be fun." You curtly reply.

"Oh, I'm not done with you yet. I'm actually on my way to your place right now, it's 354 Park Avenue right?" Claire asked.

"That's right."

"Great, I'll pull up in just a few minutes. Oh and John?"

"Hmm?"

"It'd be really cool if you didn't trip me with your dick this time. Knowing you, you're probably playing fucking jump rope with it. You should take a cold shower before I get there, I'll see you soon."

Right on cue, no sooner than when you hang up and try to stand, you immediately crash onto the floor. Your pulpy cranium partially deforms with a sloppy thud that sounded precisely like wet mud as your balls whip in front of your pelvis only to be crushed on impact, rather than cushion the fall. Both elicit a half sensual/half surprised moan as you realize your fleshrope somehow got tangled around your thigh all the way down to your ankle, nearly torn off by the pull from the fall. Needless to say you were a mess and quite literally in no shape to meet with Claire, but after giving yourself a moment to compose, you take her advice and limp towards the bathroom to spend the next five minutes in the shower unwinding your dick and reforming your masculine features.

You can feel you body grow firm and tense as the cold wet droplets make contact, fortifying your soft and pliable body. As a human, you would've flinched and shivered at the very thought of showering like this, but as a gummy you felt yourself regaining definition, much like you did during those ice baths you were involuntarily tossed into post each therapy. You remembered how Claire would give you pointers on keeping your body solid, even during the orgasmic sensations that assaulted your body from head to toe, from the tip of your flexible cock to every wrinkle on your scrotum, everything you did made you want to explode into a pile of putty like flesh. Eventually a limb would bend, part of you would droop towards the floor, and your body would do just that. But it got better, and if it weren't for Claire's help it probably would've taken another......

"BzzzzZzzzzt!"

You faintly hear a buzz coming from the front door, breaking you out of your trance once again. Knowing it's probably her, you turn off the water and sling out of the shower. Stopping in front of the mirror to check out your cold, wet, gummy bod, you take a moment to flick your solid brown cock, causing it to bend and wobble like a door mounted spring confirming it's rigidity, or whatever passed for rigid in your case. Satisfied, you step out of the bathroom without so much as bothering to dry up, eager to show off now that you finally had a chance to.

Well here goes nothing, you think to yourself as you walk to the door to invite your guest in.