With a dull thud you flopped face first onto your bed, a tired exhale practically deflating you as you remained face planted into the soft mattress. It had been a very long and very exhausting day of tests, the lab technicians pushing you to the very limit for four hours on end. You knew that they wanted to produce something of value out of what was otherwise a massive waste of time, money, and resources, but some of these tests seemed a little nonsensical. You understood some of them, like testing out how far you could stretch yourself and how long you could hold certain extreme postures, but what would increasing the size of your butt, thinning your hips, and walking up and down hallways prove? You didn't know, but at least now the worst part of your day was over and you could just relax. You bent your legs up behind your back and began fiddling with the zipper on your suit, your arms being too sore to move without severe discomfort.
You managed to pull the zipper down to the small of your back and with a puff of air the seal was broken. Normal clothes would be pretty limiting and constricting to your powers, so you had had a specially designed rubber alloy suit made for you. It did restrict your movement somewhat, and was too snug for your tastes, but it was still a huge step up from cotton or wool. Unwilling to get up and actually pull the suit off you instead opted for the easy way out, shrinking everything below your neck to the size of a barbie doll and allowing the suit's weight to slide it off of the bed and onto the floor before re-expanding your body to normal size. Well, relatively normal. It was the size and shape you liked and that's what mattered. A little taller than most girls sure, not as curvy as most people liked, but it was the one that you had before you learned of your powers, your original body in a way.
With a groan you wrapped your leg around a bed post and pulled yourself fully into the bed, unwrapping the leg and then using them to pull the sheets over your naked body. You sat in silence, drifting off into what you hoped would be a good nap.
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