The Stretch Miser or Dreaming of Tannim
by tannim
December 30, 2011

	Tannim grumbled and turned in his bed.  There was singing.  There was dancing.  There were little versions of himself running around.  He had no idea what was happening in the dream, but it was as annoying as it was catchy.

	He couldn't really imagine himself in a top hat as he watched himself wearing one.  His dragony self pranced about on stage singing some awful christmas song loudly and off key with his lengthy scrotum dragging around behind him.  It kept tripping the little Tannims running around trying to dance in time to the singing.  How they were smiling was a mystery with the bad song.

	Watching little versions of himself doing a pirouette and a plie made him feel weird, though somehow Tannim was also looking out through the full size version of himself while singing.  His little selves also tripped over their own overly long scrotums and even let out little yells of pain and, occasionally, pleasure at the random stomps to their balls at the ends.

	There was clapping from an unseen audience.  There was a sudden speedup to the music suddenly playing in the background that had been there all along despite having not been there a few seconds ago.   Words that were vague and formless suddenly popped into his head as real understandable words.  His own singing suddenly grew much better, though the song was already half over.

	"Friends call me Stretch Miser...
	Whatever I touch
	Stretches in my clutch
	Ha ha!
	I'm TOO much!"

	Tannim watched himself swinging his scrotum like an old timer twirling a pocket watch or a cane.  The little dragons around his full sized self, he wondered where his wings suddenly went as they weren't there anymore, posed, one at a time, as they sang their line of the song's refrain.  Each of the little guys grabbed their oddly normal sacs and stretched them out in time to their verse.

	"He's Mister Wrinkly Crinkly," 

	The first little Tannim tugged on his balls with his right hand and pulled them out in front of him before stepping over them with his right leg as he would stepping over a low rope fence.  He let them drop next to his right foot with a wince and a smile before pointing to the full size dancing dragon.  His stepping over left him facing the audience with his balls resting just a bit ahead of his foot to his side.  The first little dragon swished his tail in time to the music, but otherwise held still.

	"He's Mister Long!"

	The second little Tannim also grabbed his tight male pouch with one hand and simply tugged it up.  His scrotum stretched almost effortlessly with a hand over hand system.  When his testicles bumped his chin he simple let them fall back down in front of him while stretching himself more behind them.  He winked at the audience when they bumped against the floor and quickly scooted them back between his legs and back behind him a bit.  Little Tannim stopped stretching then and simply held both hands together with the highest arch of his scrotal rope offered to his big self.

	"He's Mister Testicle,"

	Third Little Tannim grabbed his balls with both hands and tugged them a bit.  He turned to face the audience while drawing his sac out further.  His right hand pulled his testicles fully to the right and he nodded to them.  His left hand pulled at his groin again and stretched another full arm's length to the left.  The little guy knelt, suddenly, on one knee with right foot forward and left foot back as though he were proposing to a lover.

	He swiveled to face up to big Tannim with a brough smile on his face.  Both his arms swung forward to offer up his green masculine eggs.  Behind them his scrotum made a sort of S dangling from groin to ground and from ground to hands with just a a few inches slack between them and his dangling balls.

	"He's Mister Stretch ArmStrong!"

	Little Tannim Four, the last of Tannim's strange little selves was most active.  He did that strange Russian crouching leg kick dance while gripping his balls with one hand.  They stretched seemingly a lot easier than the others and the small dragon simply tossed them up in to the air.  The balls flew up nearly to the ceiling, dragging more of their elongated pouch behind them, before dropping back down.

	As they fell the extra length retracted into his body, leaving only a usable double body length worth of stretched male flesh to work with.  Little Tannim grasped the cord with his left hand just after they passed it and did a pirouette.  His long rope twisted around his hand he easily flung them back up to arc over his head like a skillfully controlled yoyo.

	He leaned to the right, standing on one foot, and cupped his right hand out as though to catch the flicked balls.  Little Tannim four pressed the sole of his left foot to his sack near the floor and his testicles stopped in midair with nothing to support them.  There was clapping from the audience and he just stared at them, proud of his position.

	Behind them all Tannim was still swirling his own well stretched balls in a circle.  As he sang, his legs lifted in high kicks one after the other.  With every other kick, he lifted his top hat along with the rhythm.

	His little selves had all sang their part and did their act one at a time and also, somehow, at the same time.  Tannim sat up, partially awake, and stared bleary eyed around his room.  He had no idea what that was supposed to be and was only moderately glad to see only three little Tannims sleeping on the floor around his bed.

	"Well, at least there aren't FOUR of me in here." He never was good at quick math.