Taboo of Taboos: Elma's Elastic Miracle
[Matching keyword confirmed.] The golem spat out a notification chime.
Matching keyword confirmed.
Its mechanical arm plunged into the pile of books. Shlrk. It carefully extracted something. The golem waddled over to us, plop plop plop.Thud. A hefty tome landed on the table.
"......!"
A thick leather-bound volume. Crimson letters were embossed on the cover.
Taboo of Taboos: Bio-Alchemy
Gulp. I swallowed hard.
"Th-this is it...!"
Shiver shiver. Elma's plump little ass trembled violently on my lap. She reached out a tiny hand. Callused fingers flipped open the pages. Flip. Shlrk. Her almond eyes rapidly scanned the contents.
"Uh..."
Her wavering pupils suddenly froze.
"Elma?"
Drip. Plip. Tears burst forth.
"Darling... hic-sob... Darliiiing...!"
Elma hurriedly slammed the book shut. She twisted around and crushed my neck in a hug.
"This is it! This is what I've been looking forrr...!"
"Really?!"
She was squeezing so tight I could barely breathe. But my heart was swelling fit to burst too.
"With this... hic... this'll fix everything...!"
Her face buried in the nape of my neck, Elma let out a sob of pure joy.
"With this method... I can make my body as flexible as rubber...!"
"For real? So you won't get hurt anymore?"
"Ugh! Y-yesss!!"
Elma nodded through her sniffles. Her face was a mess of tears and snot, but radiant happiness bloomed across it.
"Hic... Now I won't be some freakish little shit anymore... I can take it all like a real woman...!"
A desperate, heartbreaking cry.
"I'll swallow every drop of yours deep in my belly...!"
Elma, lost in ecstasy, grabbed my cheeks. Mwah! Smooch! Mmmwah! She peppered kisses all over my lips, cheeks, and nose tip.
"Thank you! For helping me steal it, thank you so much, Darling!!"
"Yeah, you did great, Elma. You were amazing."
"Hehe... So, so haaappy..."
My wife, grinning ear to ear even as tears poured down her face. I stopped myself from wiping her cheeks. Instead, I cradled her little head and pressed our lips together. Salty from tears and snot. But sweeter than anything in the world.
A long, celebratory deep kiss.
"Haa... haa..."
Our lips parted. Her heated breath tickled my jaw. The scent of damp woods and nutty aroma wafted over me.
"Then let's start translating it right—"
"Nope."
I picked up the forbidden tome from the table and shoved it aside.
"D-Darling?!"
"That's enough for today."
I smirked and pulled her tiny waist close. Then stood up.
Whoosh.
"Eek...!"
Princess carry.
"You've been up all night since yesterday. Stealing it must've worn you out."
"B-but we gotta finish it quick..."
"Tomorrow. Firm line in the sand."
"You need a good rest for that genius professor brain of yours to keep spinning at full speed."
Just the right praise. It gently broke her stubbornness. Her fidgeting short legs soon went still.
"Ugh... Fine, if you insist..."
Pouting like she couldn't help it. But a smile tugged at her lips.
A little later. Step step. I headed home, cradling Elma.
"Elma, wanna have a party?"
"Huh?"
"We found the method."
"Yeah."
"And royally screwed over those geezers."
"Yeah!"
I whispered in her ear.
"Best day ever. Perfect for partying."
"Hehe."
She giggled, rubbing her cheek against my chest. Her almond eyes curved seductively.
"Yeah... so tonight..."
Elma nibbled my earlobe.
"To celebrate finding the method! 'One last time,' your wife'll milk you dry with her tits... hehe."
Halt. My steps stopped dead.
"......Pardon?"
"Huh?"
Elma tilted her head.
"...Last time?"
"Well, now we've got a real way to do it! No need for titjobs anymore..."
"Oh..."
I couldn't even respond. That heavy, chewy, impossibly overwhelming volume. The fantastical pleasure of her paizuri enveloping my shaft so fully. And that's the last time? No way in hell.
Putting it in was putting it in. Tits were tits.
"Haa..."
My shoulders slumped.
"So... you really won't do it anymore...?"
A voice like I'd lost everything.
"Wh-what?!"
Elma flailed her short arms in panic.
"N-nooo!! That's not what I meant!!"
"Then...?"
"I-I'll do it!! Every day from now on!!"
Startled, Elma grabbed my cheeks and yelled desperately.
"Tits too! Between my thighs too! I'll suck you off too, so please don't make that pitiful face, Darling...!"
My flustered little wife's wail. That teary tantrum was so damn cute. My fake-pouty lips finally cracked into a grin.
"For real? No take-backs."
"...Ah."
Elma realized she'd been hooked. Her pale face flushed like a thermometer.
"Y-you sneaky Darling...!"
Pum-pum! Her small, fierce fists pounded my chest like cotton swabs.
"Yeah, yeah, bad husband here."
"Waaah! Meanie!"
Thud. We collapsed onto Neukdori together. Our bodies sank deep into the thick wolf pelt.
"I love you, my queen."
I grinned and slipped my hand under her skirt. Through the sky-blue striped panties, her taut skin yielded to my touch.
"Ugh... Darling, you too..."
Elma blushed shyly. Then she wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed her lips to mine.
Now then. Time to enjoy our private celebration.
Days passed.
"......"
I walked in silence. In my hands, a mountain of sandwich plates. Destination: second floor of the maid café mansion. Elma's new lab.
That night, she'd wrung me out thoroughly and passed out. Come morning, she'd bolted to the lab.
'Be right back, Darling!'
That was four days ago.
Knock knock.
"Elma. You gotta eat."
No answer. The door was locked tight even if I tried to go in. Every time I knocked, worried it was serious, I'd get a mumble in response.
"Four days now. You need sleep."
"......"
"Guess not. Double cheese and bacon like always, gonna toss it if you don't—"
"W-wait! Almost done! Why toss good food?!"
Threat mixed with bluff. A frantic shout finally came from inside.
And then. Boom!!
"Gah?!"
A small explosion. Black smoke billowed from the door crack.
Screeech-.
"Cough cough!"
A tiny silhouette emerged through the smoke. I clicked my tongue, still holding the plates.
"What a mess you are."
Her barley-colored hair was a bird's nest. Dark circles down to her jaw. Face smeared with soot. Filthy like she hadn't bathed in days. Straight out of a mad scientist cartoon.
"Haha..."
Her almond eyes gleamed with mania.
"Elma...?"
Her little shoulders shook.
"Kyahahahaha!!"
A manic cackle erupted. A flask glowed in her tiny hand. Bubble bubble. Fluorescent pink liquid boiled inside. Suspicious as hell.
"Darling!! I did it!!"
Elma bounced and yelled.
"At last, with this genius brain of Dr. Elma Bronzebeer!"
She thrust the flask high.
"I've brought the essence of bio-alchemy to life!!"
"Calm down, Elma."
I hurriedly set down the plates.
"Days without a bath or food. Eat first—"
"Know what this is?!"
Elma ignored me, shoving the flask under my nose.
"This is the potion that'll make me a 'real woman'!"
The one that'd stretch her muscles, bones, and mucosa like rubber.
Gulp. My throat bobbed hard.
She made that in just four days? Genius is genius.
"But it looks super sketchy."
"Nonsense! I poured every ounce of skill into it! No issues!"
"Test it on a rat first for safety—"
Before I finished. Gulp gulp!
"Wh-what?!"
Elma threw her head back and chugged the flask. Her tiny throat bobbed nonstop. The fluorescent pink vanished down her gullet in seconds.
Crash! She smashed the empty flask on the floor.
"Kyaah—!!"
The sound of old guys downing soju. Elma wiped her mouth with her hand.
"What if there are side effects!"
"No worries...!"
Fwosh—!!
Suddenly, a soft glow emanated from her tiny body.
"...Elma?"
Seconds later, the light faded.
"Oh..."
Elma looked at her hands. Flex. She clenched and unclenched her short fingers.
Then. Stretch. She pinched her chubby cheeks and pulled sideways.
"....?"
I gasped. They actually stretched. Like cheese. Like rubber bands. At least 30cm.
She let go. Snap! Back to normal, no marks.
"Ooh... OOOH...!!"
Her almond eyes bulged.
"Darling, you saw?! You saw, right!!"
Whoosh. She yanked off her sheer negligee. Bare now, she arched her back impossibly. A spine-bending bow an Indian yogi would envy. True rubber human.
Snap! Back to position.
"My skin! My muscles! Super flexible!!"
A scream of joy.
"Touch! Quick!"
I reached out in a daze. Lightly pinched her pale cheek.
Streeetch—. Endlessly.
"Whoa... It stretches so much. Really doesn't hurt?"
"Nope! Feels amazing!"
"So squishy."
Soft flesh jiggled under my fingertips. Melted mozzarella. Freshly pounded rice cake dough.
"Success! I did it!!"
Elma threw her arms up in victory. About to jump in place.
"...Huh?"
Thud—.
"......?"
Victory pose frozen, Elma crumpled like a marionette with cut strings.
Wobble. Thump. No warning.
"Elma?!"
I dove to the floor in horror. Scooped up her sprawled little body.
"What's wrong!! You okay?!"
My heart plummeted. Side effect after all?
But.
"Ugh... D-Darling..."
"Where's it hurt?! The potion?!"
Her eyes were fine. Just.
Roll. Roll. Pupils darting wildly. Nothing below the neck moved an inch.
"Golems!! Hey, golems!"
I yelled, losing it.
"Call 119! Hurry!"
Weeeeng! The little golems came running, sirens blaring. But Elma shouted desperately.
"N-nooo!! Don't call!"
"What?! You can't move!"
"Ugh... I-I'm not dying..."
She couldn't meet my eyes. Almond pupils rolled desperately.
"The... forbidden book... mentioned side effects..."
"What side effect!! This is full-body paralysis!!"
My gut burned black.
"Explain! Now!"
"Ugh... The magic makes your whole body rubber-flexible..."
"And?"
"All mana and nerves focus on max elasticity..."
"So?"
"You... lose motor functions... as a side effect..."
Her voice trailed off.
"Why didn't you say so sooner!!"
A frustrated yell.
"You'd have stopped me..."
"Damn right."
"And..."
Elma squirmed with excuses.
"This was me barely saving the vocal cords and lungs... took forever..."
Ah. Blood pressure spiked. This insane genius professor. Knew the side effect and one-shot the sketchy potion anyway. Mad scientist incarnate. Well, she was one to begin with.