The next day went by much as the last, using the ring for mundane tasks and hurrying home back to my wife. We kept busy with house work and relaxed on the couch afterwords until Sarah decided to go to bed, as was becoming the fashion.
As before once she was asleep I made my way to the bedroom making sure she was out could first before taking a space in te corner to watch tonight's activities.
You'd think with all the labor and tasks of the day being done by wishing would free up some time for me to actually think about what id do to my wife each night, but I always seemed to draw a blank when the time came.
Though I suppose that was a good thing, cuz what I did next was kinda weird and random and a total thill.
"I wish my wife would become half red tailed centapeid." I whispered from the corner of the room.
Slowly I observed her legs beginning to squirm under the sheets. The ankle and knee becoming less defined as they grew thin and long flicking about gently. I then noticed as her waist grew longer. Her head and arms rested on her chest and pillow but her legs reached further down the bed, dragging the sheets with her.
Further more along her extending waist, small unsettling pin pricks pressed up against the sheets, like the polls of a Chinese paper parade dragon. They bobed up and down, reaching further every time as more and more seemed to reach out from Sarah's extending legth.
Finally I saw the first unconcealed change as my wife's growing legth emerged from under the sheets. Her legs who's definitions could no longer be defined as such poked out from the covers as long red/yellow chitonis antenna. Quickly behind it was the in mistakable black/brown segmented body of a centapide. It's yellow underbelly was facing up as Sarah slept on her back. Most unsettling of all was the foot and a half long insect legs that withed in the air protruding from their sides.
More and more spilled out from under the sheets as her growing legth pulled the sheets off the bed fully. When the growth stopped Sarah from the waist down was mad up of over. 20 inscet segmented legs of sickly yellow chitin streaching her over 16 feet long. A long portion if her 'tail' curled up at the foot of the bed as her layed out portion continued to kick and squirm at the air.
Her final change came in a darkening of her human skin as a black pattern overtook her back and shoulders matching the chitin of her back and her nose flattened and extended unseemly coming to fine points that jutted out into red wiskers, these being the 'red horns' the her insect halve was known for. They flicked about in the air presumably 'smelling' it?
Truthfully my knowledge of inscrts is lacking, which is also why I was so unsure of why I'd wished this in the first place. But the way the gently flicked about, it reminded me of how a snake flicks it tongue.
Lost in though over the comparison I'd almost missed as my wife's head, or the skin of her head took on a red hue, as though she'd been sunbernt as her whole head matched her new nose antenna.
When it was done I made another wish, almost without realizing it.
"I wish Sarah would sleep walk."
For the hundredth time, I've no idea what I was thinking when I said it, but what happened next was utterly bewildering.
Sarah's upper body flipped onto its front, still sleeping soundly as far as I could tell. I'd never seen a sleep waker before so I couldn't base it off anything really, I presume she was sleeping soundly.
Anyway, she flipped over to her stomach so her insectile legs met the bed. One by one they began to prop her up scurrying off the bed, propelling her forward in her sleep. And not forward off the bed, forward up the wall! Her segmented body hoisted her human torso up the wall two feet before turning 90 degrees towards the open door frame. As gravity took hold I half expected Sarah to just fall off the wall but her upper body simply flopped to the side slightly.
As one might expect the centapide end of my wife continued to follow its own trail along the wall into the hall. I only stuck my head out to see my wife crawling along the wall, over a closed door and down onto the floor. When I saw she was turning back I made a point to get back in bed and made another wish.
"I wish Sarah would return to normal and come back to bed."
By now her long section of legs was out of the room and I heard the *tap-tap-tap* or her chitin legs less until the thumping of foot steps came back into the room. Still asleep Sarah crawled into bed and continued her night.
Unlike last night with my morbidly obese wife, I had no desire to be cuddled by the insect anatomy of tonight's transformation.
Once she was back in bed I draped the sheets back over sarah and wrapped my arms around here.
The next morning I woke up to the sound of running water as Sarah was showering.
When she came back into the bedroom I noticed right away her legs were red and slightly inflamed.
"Sarah! What happened!?" I demanded.
"Ohh, what my legs?" She said holding the wrapped towel above her bust and over her waist. " I had this awful dream last night, and when I woke up I just felt gross and I guess I scrubbed my legs raw with the loofa."
She sat on the edge of the bed and proceeded to pull out a book from her nightstand. With a quick hand she wrote a few notes in the book and returned it before she got fully dressed and started her day.
Once she started down the stairs I darted over the bed and pulled out the book. My suspicions were correct and I was more excited then ever as I thumbed through the pages of my wife's dream journal.