Sylvia

NSFW Warning

*Yeah man, don’t worry, I got all the stuff that was in the safe with me. I’m heading over there right n-AGH!*

…and there goes another couple million.

Cricket ran through the tight halls of the hideout, a stun baton in one hand, and a duffel bag full of contraband in the other. That had to be the third person he had heard get cut off over a walkie-talkie, and it was unlikely to be the last. Given that the police were likely on their way to bust their operation wide open, he was simply focused on getting as far away from where he currently was with as many valuables as he could.

Turning a corner, Cricket nearly collided head-on into a fellow ‘coworker’.

“The fuck are you doing? We’re supposed to be getting shit on the boats!”

“It’s no use man, the power’s cut! None of ‘em will start!”

“ALL of them?” The clean-suited gangster clutched at his forehead, squeezing his eyes shut as he felt the beginnings of a headache set in. “How long had she been snooping around here, anyways?…Spider? SPIDER!”

Opening his eyes, Cricket stumbled backwards at the sight of Spider sprawled across the ground, a nasty bruise on his forehead in a suspiciously similar shape to the grip of his pistol.

Things had gone from bad to worse.

Going out the front was a one-way ticket to getting arrested, the boats in the harbor were no longer an option, and staying put was surely asking for him to end up in the same position as Spider. The only real option left was to see if he could somehow convince the Boss to let him join in on her personal escape plan.

That is, if she hasn’t abandoned us already…

Turning back the other way, he quickly came across a pair of red double doors, significantly fancier than any other to be found in the ramshackle old base. Even though this was an emergency, he knew better to enter without knocking; the worst the intruder would do knock him out and send him to prison, while the worst SHE could do…

Cricket preferred not to think about it.

However, before he even got a chance to raise his arm, the doors flung open and a tall, elegantly-dressed, and VERY irate woman stepped out. The woman rammed a pointed fingernail into his chest.

“You there, mind telling me why half the people in this place aren’t answering their communicators?”

“It’s Sylvia, Boss! She’s sneaking around and taking us out one by one!”

The woman slapped Cricket across the face.

“Of COURSE I fucking know it’s Sylvia! What I want to know is why none of you brain-dead idiots have stopped her! What do I pay you for if she can just waltz right in here unchecked?”

“But Boss, she didn’t come in through any of the entrances! She must have squeezed her way in through a vent or something!”

“And your point is? We all KNOW what powers she has, so how did she manage to somehow catch EVERY ONE of you clowns with your pants down!”

“…she stretched really…quietly?”

The Boss raised her hand once again, trembling with anger, but forced herself to lower it.

“Whatever, it’s not like you’ll ever learn. That bag right there- did you manage to rescue some valuables?” Cricket nodded hastily, prompting her to point towards the door at the other end of her lavish office. “Get on my boat, it’s still running. Might as well make what I can out of this situation.”

“Y-yes Boss, right away Boss, I-I’ll make sure I…I…”

“What are you blabbering about- get on the boat before I rip that bag from your hands and leave you here to deal with her yourself!”

“B-but B-boss…”

Cricket pointed towards the space behind the woman’s head. She turned slowly, only to find herself face to face with the evening’s domino-masked, costumed intruder pointing directly at her several feet away.

“It’s over Red Lady! I’ve already put in an anonymous tip to the police, so unless you WANT to be unconscious when they toss you in jail, I’d suggest you come quietly.”

The Red Lady, however, did not listen to Sylvia’s warnings, instead turning back towards Cricket with an authoritative shout.

“Don’t just stand there, GET HER!”

Cricket was at wits end. He knew there wasn’t much he could do to fight her- there was a reason they no longer carried guns with them whenever they tried to deal with Sylvia. The stun batons supposedly would work even on her rubbery flesh, but so far nobody had even managed to touch the agile metahuman with one. His chances of being able to make it out of the base with any degree of freedom was looking slim.

Sylvia narrowed her eyes at him and his blood ran cold.

“I’ll get to your boss in a moment. Looks like I have one more of you goons to take care of”, she said before pouncing, bounding over the head of the Red Lady in a single stretchy leap.

Letting out a very un-masculine shriek, Cricket dropped the duffel bag to the ground and raised his arms to protect himself, wincing behind the crackling stun baton.

*GZZZZZCKT*

The room went quiet for a few moments. Despite everyone having been shouting at one another just seconds prior, an uncomfortable hush drew present. Ever so slightly, however, the strained sound of a breathy moan came across Cricket’s ears, and he slowly opened his eyes before gaping in shock at what he saw in front of him.

In his flailing defense, Cricket had managed to prod Sylvia with his stun baton. Ordinarily, he would have been patting himself on the back for what he had done, but there was a bit of a problem regarding how he had prodded her- or rather, where. The baton in question was currently wedged deep into Sylvia’s crotch, the hyper-stretchy fabric that allowed her to extend her body unhindered providing no resistance as the nearly two-foot long rod sank down to the hilt in the sensitive folds of her sex. The very tip of the baton visibly poked the lower half of her stomach outwards, and from there, her entire body was sent trembling at the voltage gushing out of its tip.

While Cricket was as hard a criminal as any other to be found in the ruthless triad, the act of ramming a young woman in the crotch was still something he found distasteful and he quickly withdrew both his arm and baton, releasing a spurt of femme juices as Sylvia collapsed to the floor in a heap.

Legs shaking jointlessly, she pushed herself back upright, struggling to stay balanced. A strained look lay on her face while her face burned red. Whether or not the red came from anger or not, however, remained uncertain.

“Y-you…”

Sylvia broke into a charge directly towards Cricket, who began to scramble backwards. The sounds of her bare soles pounded on the ground, but with every step she took, they grew further and further apart as Sylvia’s legs, without her consent, began stretching longer, lengthening foot upon foot.

She tried her hardest to stay upright, to keep moving as her body irreversibly drew itself out, but she quickly found herself too tall and unstable to possibly keep balance. Her legs collapsed upon themselves, dropping loosely back to the floor and sending her body toppling over, which Cricket was easily able to sidestep. With her legs now bordering on useless, she placed her quivering arms down upon the ground and tried to push herself upwards once again, but every bit of effort simply began pulling her arms out, leaving her hands scrambling across the tile. Her face collided with the ground, squashing it flat, and another whimper could be heard from underneath.

The Red Lady was in shock. THAT was the pestering superhero that had been a thorn in her side for several months running? She hesitantly took a step forward towards the strung-out body of her adversary, but Sylvia remained motionless save for the heavy rise and fall of her torso to the rhythm of her aroused breath. This was no trick- Sylvia had been incapacitated.

Seeing her opportunity, the Red Lady worked fast, pointing at Cricket.

“You. Grab your bag and sling Sylvia onboard. We’re leaving.”



Sylvia hadn’t been able to see anything for several minutes now. She hadn't expected anything that night to have triggered her arousal- and the uncontrollable stretching that accompanied it, and before she had even been able to try to calm down her triggered libido, her body had been bunched up and collected, the still slowly-growing lengths of herself thrown against one another in a massive tangle. Her head had ended up in the middle of that tangle, wedged right up to her torso with one of her thighs wrapped around it. All she could tell was that the man carrying her was walking, as even the sound of his and the Red Lady’s voices were hard to focus on in her haze.

A shock came, however, as she was unceremoniously dumped back onto a cold, metal floor, raising another undesired whimper from her.

“Thank you, Cricket, was it? It’s good to see that at least some people in this organization can be trusted to not screw everything up. Now go stay outside and keep watch. I have some business to attend to with our guest.”

Sylvia heard the stamping of feet as Cricket left the room, followed by the slamming shut of a heavy door.

“So, it looks like we’ve been dealing with you the wrong way this whole time, haven’t we? Is this is how you get your kicks in? Stretching around and wrapping yourself around my men while all the while secretly hoping that one day you’ll get yourself captured?”

Remaining silent, Sylvia tried to calm herself, but The Red Lady grabbed hold of each side of her head and yanked her head away from her body, rapidly pulling yet more length out of her incredibly stretchy neck. The triad leader turned Sylvia’s head over in her hand, allowing her to look her straight in the eyes with a sinister grin as Sylvia’s flush cheeks and half-closed eyes were laid bare before her.

“I can’t believe it…this ACTUALLY turns you on! Go on, say I’m wrong- I’m waiting.”

“N-no I-”

Sylvia’s attempts to speak were interrupted as her head was spiked to the ground, deforming it instantly like a half-filled volleyball. Another moan escaped her, and the sounds of slithering fabric prickled at her ears as she felt her limbs continue to ooze outwards and crawl across the hard floor, spurred on by the incredible spikes of sensory input upon her overly-sensitive skin.

Stupid…I knew I should have gotten this under control before trying to be a hero…it was only a matter of time…

By all means, she shouldn’t be like this. She was in a dangerous spot, surrounded by dangerous people, but all the same, she knew there was nothing to be afraid about. Her body could be pulled, crushed, shot at or stabbed, but there wasn’t any way she had ever found of anybody actually being able to cause her much harm. She could be thrown into a spinning turbine and only the machine would end up worse for it, the motor gummed up by her stringy body- something she knew for certain from experience. There was nothing she actually feared that they could do to her, so there was no reason her body should do anything else but give in to the exquisite pleasure being toyed with. It was an unfortunate kink that came with her powers, and was something she still hadn't really thought up a workaround for.

Still…I can’t stay like this…I need to get out- If I can just let Rin know I need help, maybe I can-

Another bolt of sensitivity shot right through her body, and before she could even properly process it, it was followed by another, and another. The clacks of the Red Lady’s high heels on the hard ground vanished as she began taking slow, deliberate steps across the coiling path of Sylvia’s torso, which was currently covering at least a dozen yards of ground, end to end. With every step she took, the Red Lady could see another spurt of length stretch out of her body; sometimes it was a limb, sometimes the neck, sometimes the torso itself, forcing her to adjust her balance as she plodded forward, leaving tiny indentations in her rubbery skin. Reaching the end of her torso, she stood just in front of Sylvia’s waist, before striking down hard with her foot, right in the center of her crotch.

That received more of a reaction. Starting from where the Red Lady’s foot was planted, every inch of her body twitched, the pleasurable spasm making a wave down her limbs before reaching the tips, causing both her fingers and toes to curl tightly.

“Struck a nerve, did I? I’m surprised you haven’t climaxed yet- what, too proud to do it in front of me? Your useless limbs are covering the entire floor, you’re tangled in all sorts of knots- I’d tell you to take a look at yourself but you can’t even seem to lift your head off the ground! You don’t have a scrap of dignity left to hold on to.”

There was no response. Sylvia was biting at her lip, trying to ignore the feeling that covering the room with well over a hundred feet of sensitive skin was giving her. She occasionally had trouble getting her body to reach these extreme lengths intentionally, but now, in the midst of a moment of pure, torturous bliss, it was perfectly willing to stretch as far as it’s inhuman limits could ever allow.

Slightly irritated at being ignored, the Red Lady changed subject.

“Do you know where we are? Of course you don’t; I’d be surprised if you could even tell me what month it is given the condition you’re in. This is the cargo hold of my private boat, The Red Dragon; a very empty cargo hold, mind you- mostly thanks to your constant interference in our operations. We still do have a few crates still, though, up against the left wall. You can feel them, right? One of your legs is draped across a couple. With so few of them laying around, we really ought to secure them- wouldn’t want any accidents, would we?”

A moment passed, and the Red Lady stomped again, prompting another moan and spurt of growth. A tiny pool collected underneath Sylvia’s waist.

“ANSWER ME!”

Sylvia didn’t.

“Fine, be that way.” The Red Lady walked back towards the entrance of the room, once again stepping on the limp body of her adversary. She knocked a few times of the door and it opened, allowing her to walk out and slam shut behind her. Just outside, Cricket stood at attention as she pulled out her cell phone and called the captain.

“Make a hard left- now.”

Sylvia, meanwhile, still couldn’t get herself to move in any sort of useful way. Sensitivity and arousal aside, she wasn’t used to dealing with a body so long and tangled, finding it difficult to really even tell what parts were what. Still, she held on, determined not to let herself give into temptation and indulge herself in the orgasm budding inside her. Seeing that she was at least alone, however, she attempted to call for help.

“Rin! RIN! P-please…please pick up…”

It was no use. The tiny microphone sewed into the collar of her superhero uniform was too far away, her head pushed out of speaking range by her uncontrollably stretched neck.

But before she could try and thing of another plan, she heard a great deal of metallic groaning from below her. Her stomach, wherever it was along the long lengths of her midriff, felt tossed as her weight shifted and parts of her body rolled over one another, tangling themselves even further.

Too late she realized what was about to happen, as with a loud grinding drone, the stack of crates by the wall opposite her slid across the floor, and piled beside her. Her body did little to stop their crushing weight from continuing to slide, and her entire body was pushed, bunched up into a smaller and smaller space as the crates closed the distance towards the opposite wall. Five feet, three feet, one foot- only inches remained when the crates finally ground to a stop, their collision course with the other wall broken by her springy form, which had been compacted by their weight. There wasn’t a single length of her body that wasn’t somehow layered on another, crushed together until there was no empty space to be found anywhere in her tangles. Her body cried out in pleasure, but there was nowhere left to stretch, and her pent-up desire boiled over.

No…I won’t give up…I won’t g-

*Sylvia? Are you alright? You’re breathing really heavily right now!* a voice in her tiny earpiece squawked.

Rin!

Somehow, while her body was being pressed, a stroke of luck had lead to her head having been squeezed right beside her shoulders, just close enough for her labored panting to be picked up on her microphone.

“Rin…I- I…they got me…I accidentally got…excited, and now I’m stuck…”

*Oh no! I’ll try getting your location and see what I can-* There was a sound of scuffling, as if someone was fighting for the microphone. A different voice continued.

*No WAY! You said you didn’t get all horny over your powers anymore!*

“Christine I swear to god, give the microphone back to Rin this instant or I will beat the daylights out of you when I get out.”

*Hey, don’t threaten me with a good time! C’mon, what’d they do to you; sling you in a taffy puller? Tie half of you to the dock and sail off with the other half onboard?*

Sylvia’s cheeks burned even redder. It was bad enough her enemies were teasing her, why did her ‘friends’ feel the need to join in?

“Yeah, I messed up; I’m flattened up against a wall now. Now can you please help?”

*Not until you tell us exactly how stretched out you ar-* There was another scuffle as Rin’s voice came back on. *Sorry about that. I’ve found the signal for the ship you’re on. I can’t do much, but I should be able to knock the power out for a minute or so. Are you in any kind of shape to make your way out?*

Sylvia wriggled in place, her ability to move still severely limited by both her raging arousal and the tight quarters.

“N-no…”

*That’s no good. What I’m doing is like the computer version of kicking someone in the shins- yeah, it hurts, but they’ll get over it in a few seconds and will be able to get things running again really fast. You’re going to need to be ready to get out quickly.*

Christine's voice came back on. *Come on Sylvia, you know you’re not going to get any better until you just let it all out…*

Sylvia bit her lip as Rin continued.

*Look, she is right. Just…do what you need to do and I’ll help you get out of there.*

There’s no real way I’m getting out of doing this, is there.

Swallowing her pride, Sylvia stopped trying to hold back the pleasure being crushed was providing her. The sound of creaking rubber and sliding fabric filled her ears as her body stretched around her with such force that it began to push back the crates she was sandwiched between. She let out a small whimper, and released.

It took another minute or so, but she eventually calmed herself down, and slowly talked back into her microphone.

“Christine was recording the whole thing, wasn’t she.”

*Yup! I can’t wait to play this at- hey! Give that back!* The voice shifted back to Rin.

*Don't worry Sylvia, I’ll make sure this gets deleted. Are you ready to make a break for it?*

With her mind finally clear, she was finally able to pull her body back together. She slid herself out from behind the crates, and her body decompressed into its proper dimensions.

“Yeah, I’m ready. Let’s do this.”

*Okay. Three…two…one…*

There was a loud crack and the lights shut off. Sylvia reached for the door, swung it open, and stretched her way outside into the cold evening air. She could hear the distinct yelling of the Red Lady as she told what few men she had left to start looking for her. She momentarily considered trying to take them out again, but came to the conclusion that she was not likely in the right frame of mind to; revenge would have to come another day.

Sylvia silently leapt over one of the railings, slimmed herself down, and slipped gracefully into the water before starting the short swim back to shore.