Healing Swell - Chapter 4

Pallas is seated on the couch, in better condition that the task force room’s couch, surrounded by wrappers.  Eir had the forethought to procure lots of take out in her quick journey from the lab.  What a relief to be able to eat and not feel sick.  And now she didn’t even have to worry about her waistline.  Not that she did before.  

Eir finishes crunching into the last of a veggie burrito, balling up the mushroom paper wrapper, tossing it in the ‘paper to compost’ bin.  

“I know it’s edible but after so many people touches it I just don’t want to.”

“I would never judge.  You’re the most eco-friendly person I know.”, says Pallas, sipping on a juice box they found in the fridge.  It was citrusy and light, but not quite orange or lemon.  It was nice.

She had gotten dressed in some of Eir’s stocked workout clothes.  Oversized for Eir, embarrassingly tight for Pallas.  But they made due, it’s not like she’s fitting into her jeans right now.  She tried, but halfway up her ass the seams started to groan.  Eir had needed to pry them off of her.

Eir clapped her hands, gesturing at Pallas’s stomach.  “I was still running some diagnostics after you fell asleep last night.  I have a theory.”

She placed her hand on the center of Pallas’s stomach, though covered in a soft and worn t-shirt.  “You had steady growth for two months after Nysus was injured.  She was sapping your magic and your regular caloric energies as well to begin healing herself.”

Pallas nods, this making enough sense to her.  She takes another thoughtful bite of sandwich as she listens.

“Your bump yesterday was on track for a woman two months pregnant, most don’t even know it at that point.  Just early symptoms, sickness, fatigue, aches and pains, slight weight gain.”  Eir puts her other hand on Pallas’s stomach, cradling it on both sides as if looking into a crystal ball.

“But when I pricked you with my relaxants yesterday it triggered a slight growth spurt at first, because she was feeding on MY magic that I injected.  A fresh bump of power that she could redirect towards healing.  So it triggered the physical responses in your faux-pregnancy to match her growth.  Which meant an undue amount of hormones were entering your bloodstream.”

Pallas blushes, but nods sheepishly as Eir continues with bright eyes.

“When I attempted to assist the healing in a more localized and concentrated fashion, less of it leeched into your other systems and Nysus received much more energy.  Maybe it worked better because that’s what I designed that dose for specifically.  But you grew and grew and grew and the hormonal flux was much greater than before and it pushed you to… I’d say perhaps the 5 or 6 month mark of a traditional pregnancy, there’s fluctuations of course patient to patient in size-“, Eir is cut off by Pallas waving her hands by her own face and then clutching at her stomach, “What, do you mean THIS isn’t as big as I could get?  That’s fucking insane, I feel like a giant already!”  Her eyes are very worried. 

Eir claps her hands together, a little excitement leeching through her practiced doctor demeanor.  

“BUT.  I think we can do it all at once.  Another concentrated spurt of growth.  I’ve been stockpiling my reserves all day, and I think I can inject enough to help Nysus fully bolster.  And though I’m unsure of what will happen to your form…”, she caresses Pallas’s stomach with a finger for a moment before refocusing, “But Nysus will be hale and healthy.  At least well enough that perhaps you could reconnect with her.  I think when you reach the end of the pregnancy’s course physically that will mean that Nysus is ready.”

 Pallas runs a hand over her stomach, the fluttering like the pollen in the lab outside.  She winces and her other hand raises to her breast, having refilled with liquid overnight, only becoming an uncomfortable problem in the last half half an hour, pressure building but not as urgently as last time.  The coworker errand Eir had run while Pallas was sleeping was to a mother who had been pregnant in the past year, she had asked if she could borrow her old pump she kept in the office but no longer needed.  Eir had told her it was for a suction based bio experiment, which wasn’t the most outlandish thing Eir had ever asked of a coworker when in experiment mode.  

Pallas reached for it on the couch, Eir had left it there for her.  She fiddled with the dials as she held the cup to one breast, holding the shirt up between her teeth, and flipped the switch.

Pallas sighed in great relief as her pressure slowly drained away, the pump chugging away.  Her head tipped back onto the back of the couch and she just let herself relax.  

Eir watched her lounge and luxuriate… and one hand falls to her own stomach.  Less full than before.  This machine was a boon to Pallas… it was obvious.  And watching that statuesque woman relieving her aches into it should not have made Eir jealous.  But moments later Pallas felt the other side of her shirt lifting up to rest over her breasts, and Eir descends upon her free nipple like a cat presented with a saucer.  Pallas’s eyes flick open in surprise as the curvy and breathtaking scientist becomes liquid to conform with Pallas’s new girth.  She is languid, her hair still cool and damp on Pallas’s skin which is rising in temperature quickly.  Eir suckles like a woman dying of thirst in a desert, having just found a pool.  She mashes at the breast with her two fingered hand craving the sweet liquid within.  She couldn’t help herself, it was all she could do not to mewl as she did so.  And then she did so anyway.  Pallas was unabashedly turned on by the display and the fervent stoking of her desire.  To be held.  Wanted.  Safe.  Desired in her own right.  The pump was mechanical and rigid, draining her to great relief, but each suck from Eir was a symphony of pleasure and she doesn’t know how she managed to get a ticket to such a rare concert.  Eir suckles and suckles and tugs at her nipple with wild abandon, and Pallas’s clit pulses when she feels Eir’s stomach expanding back out into her.  Filling with Pallas.  Warm.  Relief.  Comfort.  Pleasure.

Pallas groaned into the quiet air, guttural and purely carnal.  She was pressure and release.  Shy and desire.  Wanting and wanted.  Eir tugged away at Pallas’s nipple, stretching it out before letting it snap back into place, out from between her teeth.  “I thought you would have more by now, that’s quite lazy of you.”, she says in a low voice as she flicks the switch on the pump.  Pallas flinches as the stream suddenly stops, but her nipple still spurts a bit into the cup, dripping into the tube.  Eir drains it downward into the repository and unscrews it, picking it up and putting it delicately to her lips, and gulp another gulp drinking every last drop down while making eye contact with Pallas.  Pallas is extremely certain she has never seen something that hot in her life.  Her eyeline drifts down to Eir’s bare stomach, breathing increasing as she does, watching her nectar filling this woman.  She can visibly see her gut becoming more distended, she looked larger than Pallas did when she arrived yesterday.  She was dizzy with desire, and unaffixed the cup from her other breast, nipple still dribbling.  “I think I need a checkup, doctor.”  

Eir pounces on her, container clattering to the floor after she licked it clean, every bit her tongue could reach.  There wasn’t much left in Pallas, but she wanted Eir to take it all.  She didn’t want to be the only swollen thing here.

Eir sighs and whines and distends, and Pallas feels the milk draining down into her stomach as she holds Eir’s own growth in her hands, peculiar and soft.  Eir growls as she sucks Pallas dry, her nipples chafed and raw and in absolute bliss.  Pallas feels stupid with pleasure.  

“I want more.”

Pallas blinks in her stupor.  “I don’t have any more.”  

Eir sits and concentrates, holding a long vine in between her two hands, rubbing rhythmically.  The vine shifts and writhes, and begins to glow a faint green itself in them, giving off the same motes as her second set of eyes.

She pushes Pallas back against the couch as her vine leg wiggles it’s way through the front flap of the sweatpants.  Apparently these were salvaged from a fundraiser overstock of men’s sweatpants… 

“I am going to trigger VI’s healing.  But I am going to get very close in proximity of all of my saved vitality will slip into her and not your bloodstream.  Is that alright?”

“Oh my god yes.”, says Pallas too quickly, as the vine teases at her already foreplay slick entrance.  

Pallas pulls the shirt back over her stomach, idly curious about seeing what happens to it in her spurt.  Eir croons her disapproval but doesn’t interfere… as she slips inside Pallas’s awaiting folds and begins to work in and out.  The vine is unlike anything Pallas has ever felt before.  With each push and pull, the vine’s fibrous nature expands to fill every channel of her canal, every nerve ever corner, every pocket of unstimulated nerves.  Eir watches her vine’s progress, explaining breathily that ‘friction is necessary to release the serum in lieu of needles’ to which Pallas responds, ‘Don’t you dare stop’ between squeaks and moans.  Eir’s second eyes are open, watching with great intent as the green grows brighter and brighter, in and out, and her small gut clenches over her still pert abdominals as the green floods out in a wave directly into Nysus.  It is much more than before, she’d been saving it up after all.  It spins inwards towards Nysus in a pattern like a hurricane… and then there’s a pulse of purple so bright Eir has to block her eyes with a forearm, too sex bothered to remember to just close them.

Everything is… still.

The fridge hums.  The pipes moan.  The clock ticks.

Pallas feels a relaxing warm wave flood into her uterus, coating her in every way.  She felt… quiet.  And peaceful, and the hurt of the last several years didn’t exist right now.  

Her face is becoming… flush.  Her breasts, contained by the shirt begin to heave, and Eir watches her eyes dilate over seconds.  Somewhere in the back of her brain… Pallas liked giving in.  Letting the desires take her on the tide of their own whims.  Putting her anxiety in the back seat, and just existing.  And wanting.  Desperately wanting.

Eir sees Pallas slip further  into the same state as yesterday, her cheeks a gorgeous shade, she her nipples harden through the soft shirt.  Eir sees the sense now in putting the shirt back down as her low desires flare at the sight.  Fabric on Pallas’s stomach begins to tighten, folds flattening slowly.  Pallas is in a trance, slowly rubbing circles on her expanding stomach, feeling that exquisite pressure returning.  Her mouth opens and she begins to pant, she’s so warm, so filled by Eir’s vine, had it expanded in her to fit like a glove?  Had she tightened around it?  She was gasping for air, her lips pink and sweet and Eir leans into her, holding her cheeks and she kisses her deeply and explores her again and again and again.  Her vine begins shifting in and out, in and out… slick and full and hitting every part of her on it’s journey.  She whimpers into Eir, and Eir lays her down again on the couch, making her comfortable as she lays on top of her, feeling her stomach bulge slowly into her own, fondling Pallas’s breasts through her shirt.  Pallas is barely hanging on through the waves of Eir’s treatment, the pressure growing in her stomach was too much… and then not enough.  She willed it forward.  Her breasts stretched the old shirt thin, but not as thin as her stomach.  Her new weighty stomach feels pulled and filled and flutters as it expands, growing outwards instead of rounding, pushing back against Eir and Eir cannot stand how turned on she is.  She pulls down her own pants for better access and inserts another vine inside herself, and bucks with her self pleasuring, Pallas in no state to do anything helpful in that regard right now.  She gasps into Eir, licking her face and kissing her cheeks, Eir giving her hickeys anywhere she can reach.

The t-shirt Pallas pulled down prior tries valiantly to contain the growing woman, but the seams make small ripping noises as the fabric is being stretched too thin.  The realization of that’s happening after the noise perks Eir’s ears makes her moan with fervor.  She made this happen.  She was the catalyst.  She ushered along this mewling, wanting, absolutely untethered goddess of desire.  Under her spell, yet Eir was enraptured as well.  Another tearing of fabric, a groan of pain from Pallas, massaged away by the pleasure of the tendrils and Eir’s mouth.  The air smells of flowers and salt.  But then, damp.  Eir’s hand comes back wet from fondling her partner’s breast, having become weightier and absolutely perfect.  Dark spots stain the grey shirt.  Eir growls as she assists the shirt in tearing by ripping into it with her fingernails at the weak seams, shredding and tearing the scraps off Pallas, to find pert nipples and full breasts.

Pallas’s back arches into Eir atop her with a tendril stoked release, her vision blurred by the hormones coupled with the insistent pleasure.  It was so hard to focus on anything, so hard to do anything but surrender to this ethereal woman.  She feels Eir helping her up to a sitting position.  Her breasts feel so heavy and cumbersome, looking down it was difficult to recognize herself.  A hand runs over her stomach, so distended and still stretching, odd flutters increasing with the vine’s progress inside her… it was still there, slower, but still present.  Eir runs her tongue from the top of her curve all the way straight down to her pushed out belly button, sending tingling waves over all the skin, north and south.  She mewls, incapable of anything better to say to Eir, though she deserved so much.  Her flesh is sweat and warmth and alive.  She’s vaguely aware of Eir’s tentacles wrapping around her, lifting her slightly with their own strength… her legs dangling as if on a playground swing.  Another vine wraps around her arms, securing them in place in a luxurious position, and then around her torso, squeezing between her leaking breasts and the top of her stomach.  Eir leans into her and whispers into Pallas’s mouth during a languorous kiss, but Pallas is too far gone to hear her meaning.  Just her intention laid bare in her actions.

She feels Eir working off the sweatpants that had been a little big earlier but we’re now quite snug.  Her vine is still inserted through the fly, and quickly retracts from Pallas with a cry of her disapproval and petulant yearning.  Eir hushes her whines teasingly as she works the elastic over Pallas’s now ample hips, and is surprised to feel them expanding slightly as she works the pants.  She can almost imagine she hears Pallas’s bones creak as her hips swing ever wider, creating a gap that her thighs cannot fill.

Eir whips off the sweatpants as Pallas bucks slightly in the constraints, unable to pleasure herself but craving it with a manic desperation.  A pulse of purple light is visible for a brief moment through her stomach, or maybe a trick of the light through Eir’s glasses?

The scientist stepped back just a touch to admire her trussed up quarry, Pallas’s head dangling forward, her hips squirming as much as her stomach allows, her gorgeous breasts full and leaking down over Eir’s tentacles.  From this view it was easy to see her breath catching ragged in Pallas’s chest her eyes so unfocused, and suddenly Eir sees a shift.  Pallas’s stomach DROPS.  Since this started Pallas had carried high, but in a moment so fast Eir could have blinked and missed it, her stomach’s weight redistributed while she hung suspended in the air.  But her second eyes caught the FLASH of violet as it happened, as it began to pulse out further with each of Pallas’s inhales.

The focus of Eir’s attention became so swollen, more gravid by the moment. Whipping off her glasses, she’s astounded by Pallas’s spurt, and relieved to think that maybe THIS has helped her friend… or… what were they now?

The thought dissolved in her brain cells as her tentacles lost some traction with her wandering train of thought, dropping Pallas ever so slightly before catching her with a start.  Pallas moaned in a whorish symphony as her too full breasts slapped wetly against each other. Her nipples were so hard they could slice the diamond filament her roommate used in her shop, but they softly leaked a steady stream of liquid down them at Eir’s absence. In an instant Eir returned to Pallas’s side to cajole and to please. 

“If you get any fuller either you’ll burst… or I will.” Eir mumbles around her partner’s pert nipple, it fit in her mouth like a slender, polite cock, oversized and over-puffed, shiny and taut and dark flushed and how could she NOT consume?

She worked Pallas’s nipple as Pallas screamed ecstasy that echoed around the half-lit break room’s corners and back to her own elegantly tipped ears that twitched and dipped with her fervor and numerous pleasures.  

Her hand, free of her tentacle trusses, seeks Eir’s stomach, and she growled with animal, base desire. Pallas grips and fondles her new lover in a protective and possessive way, feeling each drop of her own milk filling the sepia-scaled beauty.  Pallas could see the way that her fishlike ear fins trembled as Pallas squashed her chub against the flat of her hand, mashing and feeling the gurgles emanating from her. Her’s. This woman was HER’S. As her stomach yet grew and the purple light of Nysus pulsed within it she felt more invigorated than ever in her life. She was healed, which meant she was WHOLE again. And she desired so deeply. 

Extending her will, she transferred her stored kinetics of the days movements from her interspersed hollow bones, stored in cybernetics where her marrow once was. She sent vibrations through the tentacles, they MUST free her. Against Eir’s will, her tentacles slackened and Pallas, momentarily wreathed in the purple light of her internal companion, drifted to the floor bare foot my bare foot. The ground was cold. But it did not sever the link to her Heat that had built in her. She felt the sweat of her skin bead against her cybernetic crown and down her breasts. If she felt the crackle of her ankles again, she didn’t notice. She automatically adjusted with a hand on the lower back and raised Eir’s chin to her face. Eir, having just had Pallas’s sumptuous nipple ripped from her grasp by the reclamation of Pallas’s freedom, canted her head at the raven haired woman. She was statuesque, her stomach still growing ever so slightly but so large now a shirt would not contain, her labia engorged with the tentacle’s play and dripping with violet tinged fluids. Her gold eyes flicked to Eir, looked her over like a prize she had just won. So full, so full of her. Her seed. Or… no that couldn’t be right. She shook her head, took Eir’s arm, and tackled her to the couch. She descended on the diminutive (in comparison) woman who relinquished control immediately to this hormone driven creature of pleasures and impulse atop her. Pallas readied three fingers and plunged them into Eir’s slick, feeling the arousal she’d had little opportunity to slake. She pressed her stomach down on top of Eir so hard she couldn’t shimmy out, all for Pallas. All her’s. The moans she released were her’s. The shivers that consumed Eir were her’s. The crescendo as Pallas circled Eir’s clit with a heavy thumb, full of pulsing kinetic vibrations. She rode the high and rode in her, experiencing the twitching and liquid filled storm of her. She looked down from up on her knees, a bundle of scales and tentacles and piercing emerald eyes. What she could see over her stomach, in any case. 

Pallas suddenly felt… overwhelmed with fatigue. Who was she not to succumb to her body’s desires in this moment?