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“Hey,” Cora uttered weakly to her husband standing in the doorway.

“Hey yourself,” he entered and looked at his wife. “How you feeling?”

“Like a million bucks. Look at this feast.” Cora’s eyes directed Lance’s gaze toward the radioactive green jello cup and flavorless gruel on the tray set across her bed.

“I’ve seen worse.”

“Like my cooking?” Cora looked knowingly at Lance.

He returned her gaze, then broke into laughter. Then Cora laughed too. It was a strange moment of levity between the two, one so scarcely found now. It had only taken Cora getting struck by a vehicle for it to happen.

“I’m glad you’re okay. I take it chess didn’t go well?” Lance asked, knowing full well that it usually didn’t. He didn’t know if it was because of Cora’s actual performance, or her expectations due to his own lack of chess aptitude. But knowing her this long, he suspected it was both.

“I got hit by a car, Lance. Literally,” Cora rolled her eyes.

Lance sighed inwardly. The good mood that they had fostered for a whole 5 seconds seemed to have evaporated. “I know. I was just trying to make a joke.”

“Hmph.”

“So was it that bad that you had to step in front of a car?” Lance tried again.

Cora looked at Lance suspiciously. Her talking about chess with him never went well. It always devolved into a fight, somehow. And it was never even about chess. But he appeared to be trying to connect with her, so.

“I tried an opening trap that I learned from watching videos. Some of the streamers were doing it all the time,” she explained.

“I didn’t know you kept up with that kind of stuff,” Lance seemed genuinely interested. “So you’re studying again, then?”

“Yeah, I memorized some lines. It seems to work out for the content creators, but it didn’t work out for me over the board. Everyone seemed to avoid the dangerous lines. And then... and then... some young kid was live vlogging or something, and basically called me old!”

“Sorry it didn’t work out babe.”

“They told me the lines were unsound, and told me to keep up. These people have no respect!” Cora sputtered, the lines of her heart rate monitor speeding up.

Lance looked at her. “You mean, you were just trying cheap tricks that everyone knew?”

Cora glared daggers at him. That was why their conversations always went sideways. Lance, who knew nothing about chess, always seemed to plunge the dagger straight into her heart.

“You wouldn’t even understand!” Cora dodged the subject.

“I don’t get the chess, Cora. But why are you looking up this garbage? That’s what it sounds like from what this kid said. I remember when we first started dating, you were always working out for track team. I thought you were hot as fuck, and then it turned out that you played chess really good too and I thought that you had to be the most perfect girl ever. But you just stopped... trying.”

“LANCE!” Cora yelled at her husband. “And what about you!? You said you were gonna go to college once you made enough money, you were gonna...”

“But I like my work! And I still get certifications.”

“What right do you have to judge me?! I was just hit by a car! You...”

Lance sighed and retreated into his phone. He began swiping across his social media feeds.

“Are you looking at girls again!?” Cora shouted.

“No!” Lance lied.

“Just, get out of here!” Cora moaned with resignation.

“Fine. I’ll see you later! I’ll bring you some fried chicken that you like!” he yelled angrily.

Cora covered her eyes with her arm. Even though she was bedridden, she still liked how much her limb had improved. Long, lean, and with a beautiful complexion, minus the scratches and scuffs. But she deserved more, she thought. She deserved better.

With nothing else to do before her MRI, Cora lay alone in her hospital room, bored to tears. Checking the cracked screen of her phone just reminded her of her bitter chess loss and Lance, so she threw that aside. Why was she so unlucky? Cora didn’t stop to consider that she had just been stagnating for the last 20 years of her life; no, it was fate that conspired against her. It was luck that gave her chess opponents a brilliancy against her opening. It wasn’t Cora’s fault that her diet was bad—it wsa luck that Kathreighynn and Kateleighnn still looked like a more perfected version of themselves, even nearly two decades later. It was biological luck that those two white bitches had the genes, and she didn’t.

Cora wanted a new phone. She wanted a new day.

She wanted a new body.

Closing her stunning blue eyes, Cora drifted off to sleep. 

Her wandering mind, full of deeply rooted fantasies, began to conjure up images. She was getting out of bed on this very same day, admiring her physical changes in the full length mirror of her bedroom. Those long limbs and tight tummy that she had seemingly developed overnight, and her smooth and seemingly permanently slightly wet complexion of her skin greeted her. Cora loved the sheen of her chocolatey skin, its texture smooth as silk, the permanent sheen making the light bounce off of her body in mesmerizing, almost hypnotic patterns. She slipped her thin rimmed glasses over her deep blue eyes and prepared herself for a good day at the chess club. No doubt she would win with a perfect score.

Then, those damn chess influencers would come and interview her, but instead of focusing on how sharp Cora’s play was, they would spend all their time asking Cora about her beauty routine, about how she stayed in such perfect shape, about how her breasts could be so big. Cora would act outraged that people only focused on her sexy-as-fuck body and huff, but inside, she would be glowing with pride. Her body was just naturally better than other people’s. It’s how it should be for her.

As she dreamt away fantasizing about having the perfect body of a goddess, basking in the fascination of those around her, the real world made her imagination a reality.

Those influencers kept on staring at her body while Cora bragged about her victories, recalling all of her brilliancies over the board with exacting precision, detailing all of the foolish and subtle ways her opponents misplayed. The gorgeous chess phenom laughed as her interviewer failed to follow the sequences that she was demonstrating, even when she laid out the pieces on the board and actually demonstrated the moves one by one. She was just so far above him. Above them.

Cora imagined her shadow growing longer and longer, covering her interviewer, creeping up the wall behind him, enveloping everyone in her shadow. They all craned their necks back, their eyes looking diagonally upward toward her. It was a heady feeling, know that she stood above all of these people metaphorically. All the men were uncomfortably shifting their legs, trying to relieve the erection that Cora had caused just by gracing them with her presence. The women were more conflicted, a mix of jealousy and lust plastered over their faces, their nether lips wet and twitching from wanting to be with her, wishing they could be her. Some of the weaker willed women began openly rubbing their crotches while staring at Cora with unbridled anger, wondering how someone who was this gorgeous could also be such a chess prodigy.

It wasn’t until Cora felt a dull thud on the top of her head that she realized that her towering stature wasn’t metaphorical. It was real! She was growing taller and taller! How tall was she? Was the chess club’s ceiling low? Evaluating something like this had of course never crossed her mind. Looking down, she estimated she had to be as tall as two average sized humans now. No, maybe taller...

They didn’t even come up to her lush hips anymore. Her shapely, athletic thighs grew higher and higher past their eyeline—Cora instinctively closed her legs, not wanting to let anyone look up her dream skirt and sheer leggings to see her smooth, wet, glistening pink cunt. But then again, she thought to herself, why not? No one had a pussy as sexy, as magnetically alluring as hers. The people below her would consider it an honor to see her wet lips. They would get down on their knees and worship it. They would orgasm without even being touched, and be ruined for the rest of their lives, only able to achieve orgasm from the divinity that rested between Cora’s legs.

She moaned in her sleep, shifting in her bed. Her newer, longer legs writhed in erotic agony as she cupped her own breasts with her longer, sleek, beautifully toned arms. Her elegant limb crashed into the monitors, easily knocking the mounted thing over with unbidden strength.

However, her dream seemed to be taking a turn for the worse. Cora realized that it wasn’t that her head had bumped into the ceiling—no, she was still growing! She craned her head sideways, her cheeks pressing against the rough, textured surface of the ceiling. Longer and longer her legs grew, her breasts expanding and swelling like a pair of twin moons that she couldn’t even see downwards past anymore. Her shoulders bumped into the top as well, and Cora could swear that if she didn’t stop soon, her breasts were going to slam into her face, suffocating herself in all of her glorious shape and size...

Then, she pushed upward with a triumphant roar.

The roof gave way, debris landing into the building below her as she continued to ascend past the clouds and the heavens above. Her clothes had morphed with her, accommodating her new gargantuan size. She groped her breasts openly with wanton abandon, each one larger than a mountain range. Her waist was tapered and narrow, pebbled by her elegant, feminine abs. Her pussy gushed her aphrodisiacal juices, laced with her scent of honey and jasmine and salt, raining down below upon her lucky worshippers like a monsoon.

“Oh goddddd!” Cora hissed, bucking in her hospital bed as she enjoyed a wet dream the likes of which nobody had ever experienced.

Her lush hips bucked up and down, her toned and contoured bubble butt thrashing into the rickety hospital bedframe. The monitors came unstuck from her arms as she cupped and groped her modest sized breasts, pinching and rolling her nipples in her smooth, sensual fingers as her pleasure dripped from her molten pussy. Her shockingly blue eyes snapped open as she finished. She lay still on the bed, her breathing labored, her cheeks and chest flushed pink from the aftermath of her upheaval.

As Cora regained her senses, her blue eyes began to focus, her vision clearing up. She was looking at her dainty toes poking out from underneath the flimsy hospital blanket. What an orgasm! She must really have been shifting for so much of her leg to be peeking out.

But as she placed her large hands on the bed and pushed herself backward, Cora found her pretty little head bouncing against the headboard. Yet her legs from nearly her knee downward were still visible. It couldn’t be. Was she...?

Cora traced her hands over her body. The blanket rippled as her fingers drew the outline of her voluptuous curves. Her fertile hips, her cinched waist, those abs to die for... sure enough, every single inch of her was there, under that bed. This wasn’t some sort of magician’s box where body had been disconnected, legs dangling out the end, head out the other. All of her was there.

She was tall.

Cora nearly yelped with excitement. Just how tall was she? As far as she was concerned, this is what she was owed! What a stupid day she’d had, losing at chess, getting hit by a car. Things would’ve been way different if she’d gotten this treatment before she set out of bed this morning.

But how different?

A male nurse walked in, interrupting Cora’s self discovery. He looked at her exposed feet and ankles, then up to her heartbreakingly gorgeous face, then down the entire length of her body. “I guess we need to get you a bigger bed...” he joked, trying to get a laugh out of the woman who had him smitten from just a glance.

“What time is it?” Cora asked. She had just woken up, but apart from the enjoyable afterglow in her loins, she didn’t feel any fatigue at all.

“7:00 PM. We can give you a meal if you like, but we’d have to charge. I’ve actually come to tell you that we can discharge you. It looks like you already took off our monitors. No, no, don’t worry. Everything was stable, but uh... why did you do that?”

“It was an accident,” Cora answered honestly.

“Do you have a ride to pick you up?” the nurse asked. He looked for any excuse to stay in this room, to admire this patient some more.

“No. Hey, actually, there is something you can do for me,” Cora turned to face him for the first time. She smirked at the way his breath caught in his chest as she turned her full gaze upon him.

“Yes...?” he sighed. Cora supposed that anything she asked of him, he would do!

“I don’t suppose you have anything for me to wear? I seem to have grown...” Cora smirked slyly at him.

“Um, what do you mean? That’s not possible. Per our chart, you are 160cm. What do you mean by...”

The next time he looked up, literally up, his vision was graced with the sight of a standing Cora’s nude body.

His eyes began the long, pleasurable journey starting at Cora’s feet. Those feet that he had seen, poking out from the full length of the bed. Her toenails were so clean, so glossy with a white painted tip, each digit straight and even. He didn’t even have a foot fetish, but the sheer beauty of Cora’s feet enthralled him.

The nurse managed to tear his gaze away from those perfect feet up to her neat ankles. Her legs were so smooth and hairless, her skin vibrant and glowing. He could only guess that she was a runner, and judging from her muscle tone, an accomplished one at that. The visual climb up those beautiful shins and calves took much, much longer than he expected, but he savored every luscious inch, as if consuming a fine dish one sip at a time.

Up past her straight knees were her thighs. Those thighs, long, luscious, and strong, with a shockingly wide gap between them, framing the treasure at the junction of her freakishly endless legs... his pants tightened underneath his scrubs before he even realized that Cora’s immense stature meant that her crotch was more than halfway up his own height.

The sight of her wet cunt also brought to his attention that she was currently flashing him.

Those milk chocolate lips, smooth and hairless, glistened against the backdrop of Cora’s drab gown. His body ached to touch, to lick... to taste the crystalline dew that gathered upon her labia. He wondered how they would fuck if they were to do it standing up. She was so tall that he probably couldn’t reach! No, she’d have to get on her knees on the bed, and he could get behind her, those long, runner’s legs extending so far past his body while he plunged himself into her wet heat. He yearned to see what lay beyond her innie labia as he parted that smooth, fragrant flesh...

“Well? Could you please help me find some clothes?” Cora broke him out of his sexual daydream. He clearly needed some help.

He whimpered as he stole a glance at the curvaceous swell of her hips, sucking back inward to her nearly non-existent waist. He dare not look higher. This tall siren’s request echoed in his mind. Did they have anything that could fit her? No way, right? But wait...

“Oh, yes, yes we do!” he cried out, eager as a puppy to please its master.

Well, that’s lucky, Cora thought to herself. Though maybe he was just saying yes to please her.

Cora untucked her elbows from her waist and closed her hospital gown back up. It looked like a very small tarp had been thrown over her towering body, covering only down to the top of her lush thighs. She began to gather her belongings, unsure if she would actually get something to wear before being discharged. Clothes seem to hug her pulchritudinous body like a second skin, but that was before her body had added on over two feet of mouthwateringly erotic flesh.

But lo and behold, the nurse came back. And with a pair of navy blue leggings and an athletic top that looked comically large in his arms.

“Here! I don’t know where these came from or who left these, but please, take them!”

Wow. Really lucky, Cora mused to herself.

She plucked the items out of his arms. When he continued to look at her, Cora cleared her throat loudly. “Ahem.”

“Oh. Oh! Excuse me!” his face flushed red, mortified by his obvious attempt to watch her change.

When he turned around, Cora removed her hospital gown for good and slipped the top over her head, making her modest breasts rise and fall with the movement of her long arms. Barely had she released the bottom hem of the athletic top before it stretched larger to fit her large, but relatively svelte frame, before sucking inward like a rubber band that had been pulled too loose. The bottom band hugged right below breasts, providing lifting support that Cora’s body did not need. The top low enough to reveal a tasteful amount of cleavage, but—after another brief morph allowing for Cora’s hardening, thick nipples—covered her up enough to be decent in public. Not that there was anything decent about the way those spaghetti straps showed off her toned shoulders and biceps. Her upper body looked like it had been chiseled out of marble. Smooth, warm, sexual-fantasy-come-to-life marble.

All of it happened without Cora’s notice as she lifted one mile-long leg to slip on her shorts. She thought her admittedly sexy legs might be a problem for balance, or perhaps just logistically, but her own flexibility and balance surprised her. One knee came up to her breast easily as she experimentally balanced on only the toes of her weaker left foot. Slipping on the leggings, they similarly loosened to give way for her well built thighs and childbearing hips before conforming back to her body, covering halfway down to her knee.

Cora sighed in contentment and turned to face the male nurse. Judging by his stunned reaction, she looked great.

“Oh, uh... one more thing!” he tried whatever he could to remain in her presence. “We’ve ordered a lab test to do some bloodwork. If you like, I could show you where to go...”

“Why didn’t you just do it earlier?” Cora asked, amused by his lusty desperation but also slightly annoyed by the inconvenience.

“Well, we tried while you were sleeping, but you...”

Cora’s dark skin flushed, thinking she’d been caught in the throes of her dream orgasm.

“...well, we couldn’t get the needle in your skin. It was really quite strange. So we decided to ask you when you were able-bodied again. It’s quite confusing—our chart showed more severe injuries, but our scans picked up... well, it was kind of glitchy. But um...” the nurse was unable to describe to Cora what exactly had happened. “Well, your abrasions were minor, and I don’t even see them anymore...” he scratched his head, unable to wrap his mind around Cora’s impossible situation.

“Well, I’ll see myself to the lab. Thanks,” Cora inclined her bare shoulder toward him with a smile more radiant than the sun.

He gasped, feeling like he could die a happy man.

Cora left the stunned man in her old room. Stealing a glance back, she saw him run into the bathroom, probably to masturbate. Cora giggled at his plight. Imagine if Lance saw her photos as she was now on Instagram. He’d be sitting at his computer, staring, drooling, touching himself. Maybe he would beg Cora to have sex when she came home. And she would tell him no.

Idly, she snatched a pair of sneakers that was precisely her size from a cubby. Everyone she passed did double takes of her body, craning their necks upward so that they could even peek at her well defined collarbones, her elegant swanlike neck, before being utterly captivated by her deep, oceanic blue eyes. At the lab, she made her way to the front of the line, and the lab techs dropped everything they were doing to schedule her test.

The seat was comically small compared to Cora’s body, and the bottom half of her legs poked past the privacy screens between testing cubbies. The female nurse had Cora pump her fist over and over to expose a vein. She did so as the nurse stared at the beautifully contoured muscles of her arm. When one finally exposed after Cora forced herself to squeeze as hard as possible, the nurse wrapped a rubber tourniquet tightly over said arm. To Cora’s surprise, she felt neither the pressure nor the sting of the needle.

The nurse gasped as the tip of the needle broke, and then ultimately bent. Four more broken needles later, and Cora excused herself from the hospital while the nurse was left scratching her head.