Rubber Maiden (Patreon)

Tom Towers was a wonderful husband these last two years. He’s not the biggest guy around, but I always had bad luck with the strong types. He was the kind to go to work on time, respond to his emails and texts right away, and have dinner ready and waiting when it was his turn to cook. I was a bit more of a flake; I get guilted and chewed out for being late pretty regularly, sometimes with my hair in a mess or clothes on crooked. Tom actually had to sit me down and address it, and I had to swear I was just forgetful and clumsy, and would never dream of cheating on such a decent guy like him. It was all true, so he believed me, even if I had to hide the biggest part of my secret from him.
Julia Towers as he knew was really the Rubber Maiden, elastic shape-shifter and member of the Justice Force. I’m not exactly a leader of the bunch, but I’m a respected part of the team. They don’t have any other stretchy types on the team, though their telepaths and super strong ones can usually cover what I can between them. I’m a quick response unit, though, so I’m in the chain for text alerts when crimes pop up. So that’s usually why I’m late, but The Force pulls some strings for me if I ever get in too much trouble.
I keep things a secret from him for the usual reasons that The Force encourages; the whole hostage thing, mostly, and to keep ourselves more willing to leap into action psychologically. If Julie is Julie and Rubber Maiden is Rubber Maiden, that crossover won’t keep me wondering if I put the dishes away when I’m dodging fireballs and catching falling civilians. I have to admit, the whole thing is sort of exciting. I get to feel like a spy when I make my excuses, and having my harmless secret adds a little spice in the bedroom. I don’t really use my powers for anything normally anyway. There’s no telling when he might walk in on me, so I can’t exactly grab the frying pan across the kitchen with my rubber arm. But I’ll admit, I might have expanded or shrunk a little now and then if a dress didn’t quite fit like I expected...
I end up busting some bank robbers before I’m home for dinner one night. It helps to have a body that wiggles in every direction and bounces bullets off my skin, so I wrapped them up in my arm before slingshotting them into a squad car. I ran to hurry home and drop a little catchphrase: “Glad to help, but I gotta bounce!” I was so proud of that one! I hope it’s in the papers.
When I get to the house, I realize I forgot to leave myself a change of clothes in the secret spot under the bushes (I told you I wasn't lying about being forgetful). I give a little curse (even if Tom tells me that "shucks" isn't a curse), but I've screwed this up before. Easy fix! I just go in the bedroom window, change into civilian clothes, then stretch back down to the front door like nothing happened.
As I pick out some clothes and fix my hair, I get distracted by myself in the mirror. The Rubber Maiden outfit was built for practicality, so it's tight and utilitarian red and white spandex. Some of the other heroes have armor or gadgets, but this suits me perfectly for clinging to my body and not snagging on something when I'm stretching across a city block. It also hugs around the hips and other curves in a way that I think looks pretty good on me. It's embarrassing to find posts with collections of photos from my appearances that show off my ass, but it's also kind of flattering. I give my booty a wiggle for the mirror, smiling proudly under my eye-concealing mask and slightly curled red hair.
"Still got it," I chime quietly, but pull too hard getting my blouse out of the closet. I jump as a few of the metal hangers hit the floor and clang off of each other. I freeze when I hear Tom call up to me.
"Jule? You upstairs?"
I grab the clothes quickly and consider not saying anything, but I end up calling back. "Yea, it's me, hon!" I try to hurry out of my boots and gloves, struggling with the buckles.
"I didn't hear you come in. Are you alright?"
Tom, you are a sweety, but not freaking now... "Yea, I just really... really needed to change," I grunt. My foot gets stuck in a boot before I get fed up and shrink it by a few shoe sizes, sliding it right out and poofing it up to full size again.
"You need any help? Dinner's ready." I can hear him coming up the stairs! Curse his sweetness and caring nature!
"Oh, no! Just... haha! Just taking my time with it. Stubborn bra, y'know? I'm just changing, so don't-" The door opens quicker than I thought. Oh right. Married. He's seen me naked dozens of times. He catches me with a foot braced on the bed, thighs spread and with a shoulder strap of my spandex pulled down. I freeze there, halfway out of my super suit, blushing all over my entire face. "Hey... sweetie..." I mutter.
My sweet and kind and oh-so cute husband steps into our bedroom. "This isn't a kinky thing. Is it, Jules?"
I sigh and reach across the twenty feet across the room to shut the door behind him. "No... not really. Just... don't be mad."
He rolls his eyes and sits on the bed, patting the spot next to him. I trot over and try to fight off the blush as I sit next to him, but he puts his arm around my waist. "Why would I be mad?" he asks softly.
"Because I'm a superhero and didn't tell you," I squeak tinily. Guns and evil geniuses, sure. Guilt I'm not so good with.
"Was it the secret identity thing? Keeping me safe and everything?" I nod and he goes on. "Yea, that sounds like something you'd do. I just don't get it. You're really Rubber Maiden?"
“Yea," I admit, leaning my head on his shoulder. There's no reason to really hide it anymore, so I stretch out to toss the clothes back on a chair by the corner.
"But Maiden has long hair.” Tom sighed at the realization. “Oh. It’s just a wig, isn’t it?”“Well, no…” I grab the edges of my hair and pull down, stretching it down to my waist. It gives a slight springing noise, but stays stretched down to the overly long hair.
"And here I always thought you were just flexible," he muttered as he looks me over.
I lift off the eye mask, at least, smiling meekly. "So... you're not mad."
"No. It just explains a lot. You should've told me." He gives me a slight squeeze at the waist, and he looks surprised when my stomach pulls a little closer to him as I don't resist it like I normally have to. To be honest, being fully elastic is much more natural feeling to me. Staying in human shape makes it feel... constricting. Like really tight pants you wear all day and then get to be free at the end of the day.
"I know," I sigh. "But the secret identity! If they found out who I was, they could come get you!"
"If they took off your mask and found out who you are, they could Google your friends and family anyway. Telling me isn't going to change that."
Dang. He has a point. "Well, it's a secret, okay? You can't tell anyone else."
"Tell them what?" he smiled, kissing me on the lips. "I still don't know what you do at your actual job enough to talk about it."
"I keep the spreadsheets filed and in order for... nevermind." I smile and kiss him back a little longer. "It feels good to let someone in on it anyway."
"So what's it all like?" he asks. "The super life, the... powers. Where'd they come from?"
"Oh, just genetics. Mutation. Like that lady working at the grocery store with ice powers. I've been at this stuff since I was ten." I stretch my leg out off the bed, extending it about ten feet off before curling it around in a loop, tapping him on the nose with my toe. "I'm kinda getting good at it these last few years."
"I see," he says, tickling the extended foot as I giggle next to him. I stretch my neck out in front of him and kiss him on the lips as he takes my chin gently. "Well dinner's getting cold. How about we eat and talk?"
"Sure thing, handsome," I giggle. I snap back into place and start to undress, but he stays to watch me the whole while. I turn it into more of a little striptease, even if I have absolutely no experience in doing them. At least I have plenty of wiggle and jiggle to it.
We talk it out over dinner, and I tell him everything. My recruitment to The Force, my hero training under She-Beast, that time I saved everyone from the ultrasonic fiend The Vibrator, that time I helped knock out a god of destruction... wow, when I put it like that, it sounds like I'm a big deal. He's such a great listener to hear me ramble through it all, and I keep feeling like I'm the luckiest woman in the world to have someone so understanding.

Tom and Julia powers
That night, we cuddle on the couch, relaxing with a few drinks while I tell the last of my big stories. He wants to hear more, but it's getting late. We get to bed as I wrap my waist around him like a python, walking ahead of him to lead him upstairs. He laughs as I grin mischeviously and take him into the bedroom before I unwind and let him drop into bed. I think he gets that I'm in a playful mood and lets me take the lead. I get on top of him and we start kissing intensely. I can feel his erection through his pants, pressing against my hips. I start breathing heavy, and he touches one of my breasts.
"You okay?" he asks quietly. I look down to see what he means, my tits growing several inches in diameter and gone up a few cup sizes. I'm practically spilling out of my bra and my shirt is ready to tear. I forgot just how easily I can stretch when I'm not thinking about it.
"Yea... yea, it's fine," I smile widely. "Why? You like it?" I sit up, still straddling his hips while I put my hands behind my head and jiggle the puffed up tits for him. He grins back, cupping my oversized and extra sensitive breasts in his hands.
"I like it... but do you think you'd be more comfortable in something else?"
"Like what? Oh... ohhhhhh. You think so?" I flatten out my legs and wrap them around his waist, pulling my hips more tightly against his crotch and feeling his member up against me. "You want a visit from the Maiden?" I coo to him. "Because I think I could arrange a visit."
He smiles and kisses me back firmly. "I could see it... if you don't think she'd mind. And if you won't get jealous."
"Ohh, I'll get jealous alright," I giggle, the wine talking for me a bit as I slip down to my knees. I tug his pants down and start to kiss over his shaft. He just grunts and leans back on the bed as I wrap my lips around his head and suck noisily on the sensitive tip. "You're my man after all. No naughty, dirty super slut is going to take my cock away."
He's a moaning mess, barely able to meet my eyes. "You think she is one of those types?" he asks breathlessly.
"Ohhh, I know she is." I grin and pop my lips off of his shaft, softly stroking his wet cock in my slick hand. "She's a reaaaal kinky girl. She likes it extra freaky. Now don't go anywhere..." I speak in a singsong voice as I stride back to my closet. I usually have it in a hidden compartment in the back, but we left it hanging up off to one side since he already knows. The whole time I'm dressing, I have my arm stretched across the room between me and the closet, still slowly pumping his cock just how he likes it, but not enough to push him over the edge.
While I slip on the costume (it takes an extra minute to stuff my blown-up boobs into the top, but luckily it's as stretchy as I am), I keep peeking over to make sure it's not too weird for him. He's just watching me in return, this glassy look in his eye that he gets when he's real turned on. I decide to test the waters with some of the weirder uses of my powers; I make a kissy face at him, then stretch my lips out towards him to kiss his cheek.
I've always had these big pouty lips that I got made fun of when I was little, but he always just called them "extra kissable." Now they're stretched some twenty feet to reach him, my batting bedroom eyes looking down them at him. He smiles and kisses them back, my extended mouth smiling before I bend it over to start sucking him off from across the room. I reel the arm back in to finish getting dressed while I keep teasing him with my elongated lips and tongue that could deepthroat him without even reaching my throat.
I walk back towards him, reeling in my lips as I get closer. It's hard to tell what it feels like in there, but he squirms and grips the sheets. Either it feels especially good to have some kind of shapeshifting suction down there, or I'm hitting on some kind of secret fetish of his. Granted, I do tend to move some weight around whenever I put on the Rubber Maiden outfit. It's nothing too much, but I started so I could throw off anyone who might recognize my figure. I thin my waist a couple inches, puff out my chest (though normally not to this ridiculous level) and fill out my hips and thighs a bit. If I'm going to be wearing a skintight outfit where nobody knows who I am, I might as well make it look good. It just sort of turns on instinctively when I put on the suit now, and I can see his eyes go over my figure.
I'm all mask and spandex when I come back to the bed, sitting on his lap and wiggling my rubbery butt against him. I bite my lip as I turn around to face him, rotating 180 degrees at the waist with the faint stretching noise of my costume. "Is this too weird for you?" I ask sheepishly. "You can tell me if it's too weird."
Tommy looks at me like it wasn't weird until I asked that. He takes me by the chin and pulls me into a soft kiss, my neck stretching out to follow his guiding hand away from my shoulders. "You're perfect. You always were," he tells me, and I would just melt if that was one of my powers. He hugs me around the waist, pulling me tighter against him. His firm hands squish my thin, twisted waist even thinner and push my ass against his erectionDon't get me wrong: Tom is a sweet guy, and this is the first time he's seen me stretch like this, but we've gotten kinky in the bedroom before. There's still a set of handcuffs and a riding crop in the closet from our 5 year anniversary of our meeting. I can only tease him so much before she grabs both of my oversized boobs, squeezing and squishing them out of shape like a pair of stress balls. My stretchy spandex-wrapped skin slips through his fingers as I relax my body against him, touching me in this freeing, intimate new way.
I pull aside the crotch of my crimefighting costume to mounttake him inside me, stretching my wound-up spine like a bridge as I push him onto his back. I end up in a twisted cowgirl position, bouncing my ass to drive his cock into my pussy while I'm bent around to let him kiss and fondle me.
"Always bending over backward for me, huh?" Tom mutters, and I let loose a snorting laugh that almost breaks my concentration. He pinches my nipples and rolls them between his fingers, making them start to stretch further away from my chest until they're a few inches long. I can handle punches and bullets, but the tender tips of my tits being pulled gets a desperate moan out of me.
"It looks like I've got Rubber Maiden right where I want her." He smiles at me devilishly as he watches me bite my lip. You can't really be a masochist and fight crime as a heroine (except for The Sexorcist, I guess), but he knows I like a little dominance in bed when I'm in the right kind of mood.
"That's what you think," I purr back, flexing my thighs experimentally. It tightens my pussy around him, but with a few tries, I can actually grab onto his cock with my inner walls. I contort my snatch to pump him like an internal handjob on top of my humping. It gets a nice big moan out of him with that one, and it's ridiculously easy to guide him towards my clit. She's been getting nice and hard, and while I'm aware of it, I'm surprised at how big it's gotten. It feels bigger than my thumb since I let go of controlling my powers.
We grind and hump like it's a race, sweating heavily as he pulls down on my costume. He exposes my tits and pushes one of the big girls upward until the nipples (which thankfully fell back to normal size without him stretching them) poke up at my face. I wrap my mouth around it and start to tongue and kiss it, and I hear him give one of those big grunts that means he's about to burst. I assume it's my sucking my own breast in front of him while I'm still bent around to face him. Then I lick over my areola to try to show off for him and he gives another, but I feel something rub against my clit... even though it's vice versa. I realize that in all my arousal, I was controlling my clit like my second tongue, rubbing it over his dick and feeling his precum rub against it.
"Fuck, babe... Im' about to..." he mutters. He squeezes my tit out of shape and I lash out my arms, both of them wrapping around his to hold him down like I'm a piece of living bondage gear.
"And don't you dare stop," I groan, stretching and shortening my clit against his shaft to mix our wet juices against each other. It makes his cum shoot right over my clit, and that sticky warmth drives me right over the edge. We share this big, primal scream of pleasure together before I collapse on top of him... big time. All my muscles relax, but without that part of my mind restraining my elasticity, I find my orgasm is even bigger when I focus on it, and I fall onto him like I'm made of spaghetti. My limbs are too long and one breast falls to one side. I'm practically a small blanket on top of him, and I can just stretch my neck out to kiss him on the cheek a few times.
"That was... wow, baby," he mutters, turning to kiss me back.
"So... too weird?" I mutter quietly, still surprised at myself and the crazy stuff we just went through. Growing up being teased didn't give me the most confidence in the world, and even when you've saved the world, you can feel the most vulnerable around those who are important to you.
"Just weird enough," he smiles, giving my hair a gentle tug as he kisses me again. I giggle and kiss him back, sliding my tongue out to stay inside him while our lips part before I reel it back in a few seconds later.

Things are great between me and Tom lately. I don't have to make up excuses for why I'm late because I can just tell him about the crazy fight I just had. I can use it around the house to grab stuff off the high cabinet, and to talk to him or use the computer while I'm in the bath. I feel better than ever, about our relationship and myself, because I can really let loose and be what I feel like I'm supposed to be more often.
And of course the sex... I'm more adventurous, and Rubber Maiden has made a few surprise appearances for our roleplayed "affairs" and "adventures" together.
When I come back home for Valentine's Day and we've had our dinner and presents, we go back into the bedroom.
"What are you feeling tonight?" he offers as he takes off his tie. "Should I play a villain agan, or you just want to get loose and see what happens?"
"Well, there's this one trick I've been thinking of... I mean, more for crime fighting, but I think it'll work here." He nods for me to go on, and I take a big breath. It takes a lot of focus to start it, but once it's going, I'm surprised at how easy it is to maintain focus. I stretch myself out sideways, then sculpt and bend the extra flesh while I bring mine back into shape. It's all kind of like working clay, just with your mind and entire body. There's a thin thread of me between my main body and the other piece I made. It's shape just like me, if a little lighter because of how my weird mass works. I grab the costume and a few seconds later, it looks just like he has both Julia Towers and Rubber Maiden in the room together with him.
"Wow... best of both worlds," he smiles, maybe more impressed than he is horny from it. That is, until I step up and we both start to climb on top of him for our two-person threesome.
"So what's all this I hear about your affair with Rubber Maiden?" I tease.