Healing Swell - Chapter 3

The two entangled lovers remain in repose together for quite some time.  Minutes or hours, it’s difficult to say.  But Pallas wakes up having not realizing she’d fallen asleep, the first deep and peaceful sleep in what felt like ages, now contentedly bleary.

Her breath comes slightly more difficult, she looks down at herself. Her chest is still roughly the same size as when she fell asleep, but they fill out her tank top and pull down the neck of it to display cleavage that was news to her.  There were two embarrassing wet spots in the front, chilling her nipples and reducing their fire.  She runs a curious hand over her stomach, lazy strokes as she feels the stretched but resilient skin, no stretch marks.  Feeling the bump from tank top to sweat dried skin, down to her popped belly button.  It felt so strange.  She had seen pictures of her mom while she was pregnant with her, and she had been over burdened by what turned into a 6 foot tall daughter.  She was nowhere near that size, but she’d never had this kind of extra weight before.  And it was so different from fat.  Different and warm and full.  And Nysus was okay.  Relief flooded through her, and her stomach visibly flutters with a slight purple light shining through for just a moment.  She feels like she just went down the hill of a rollercoaster, all tingles and dropping of the floor of her stomach.  Her now quite ample thighs jerk together in an automatic response, and she realizes for the first time that Eir was curled up beside her on the large exam table as she groans in protest at the sudden movement.

Pallas looks at her with lowered lids and a relaxed smile.  Eir’s one arm is draped over Pallas against her underboob and the other cradles her own head, her braid all feathery with escaped strands and her glasses off, nestled into the curls of Pallas’s ponytail.  Sheepishly she moves her stomach cradling hand over to trail the curve of Eir’s waist… and blushes when she sees that her stomach is still a little bloated from her impromptu meal.  She leans over and kisses her on the forehead gently.  Pallas doesn’t know what this means.  But she’s happy to wait and find out.  She feels her heartbeat moving to her clit again, but not in the overstimulated way she was previously.  Covertly, she tries to reach down while not waking Eir, but her stomach stopped her progress before and it certainly did now.  She huffed with disappointment and tossed that idea away.

“I can hear feel your heart rate speeding up.”, says a sleepy but matter of fact Eir from beside her.  Her eyes are still closed but she nuzzles in closer and kisses Pallas on the neck, breathing her warmth into Pallas’s curls.  Her two fingered hand played over Pallas’s dormant stomach, her rings felt cool and relaxing.

“What time is it?”, Pallas slurs through her first sentence of the day, gravelly.  She was thirsty, and needed to use the restroom.  But she couldn’t be seen like this outside the lab.  No way.

Eir shakes her wrist to free her watch from an old crop top hoodie she must have grabbed from a locker before settling in for sleep.  “It’s about… 5 a.m.  You passed out about 10 hours ago, I ran a few more tests and a quick run to an old colleague to borrow something, and I came back to keep an eye on my patient.”  She punctuated the last statement by kissing a line up Pallas’s jawline.  Pallas laughs raspy as she does, snaking her arm under Eir’s neck to cradle her closer, looking over at her.  Her emerald eyes sparkle despite still being a little sleep puffy, the side of her face indented by where she pressed into Pallas’s curls.

“I locked down the lab, by the way.”, she says as almost an afterthought.  “I was scheduled to do one as a drill sometime in the next month so I rescheduled it.  We’re locked in for a full 24 hours starting…” she looked at her watch again, “5 hours ago.  So, we have some time.”  There’s a surprisingly comfortable silence between the two of them, just breath and equipment white noise.  But it’s eventually broken by an enormous gurgle… Pallas purses her lips with her eyes still closed, feeling the acute hunger pang rush through her.

“You didn’t happen to grab food before the lockdown did you?  Like… I could eat some salad but I think I’m going to need a little bit more than greens.”

Eir stretches and yawns, her mouth a beautiful shape as she does, slipping off the table and right into her sneakers again before helping Pallas to a sitting position.  She makes a grunt of exertion as she leans forward into a truly odd sitting position. The size of her stomach has forced her legs more open than before, her thighs thick and spread out with the pressure of sitting.  What she can see of them, anyway.  She furrows her brows.

“Do… do you think I’m stuck like this?  What will people say?  I’M a gossip, I would say something about a person of interest getting this size overnight.”  Eir doesn’t say anything, just holds her hands.  “I mean… I kind of… I don’t know… I kind of like it.  I just feel… full.  And warm.  And good.  And what we did yesterday, what you did to me even looking like this?  That was the best I’ve ever had.  Ever.  Not that I’ve had a buffet or anything…”.  Eir puts a steady hand on her shoulder, she’d been unconsciously tipping forward.

“I honestly don’t know, Pallas.  But if you let me help you a bit more today, I have some ideas.  Let’s get you fed and cleaned up and we can get to it, hmm?”

Pallas notes that Eir skipped over the latter part of her confessions and bites her lip, though that could have been from the effort of shimmying off the table and onto her feet.  Her ankles crackle several times with her new weight, and Eir’s tentacles prevent her from tipping forward, which she would have most certainly done otherwise.  Her center of gravity shifted wildly in a matter of minutes yesterday, she just hadn’t stood up to test it till now.

Her hands immediately go to her lower back to support her new front loaded form, leaning back as a counterweight.  She huffs out a breath as her stomach flutters again at the new position.  Her legs bulking up made more sense now.  They had more fat now, but more muscle as well.  But her feet were immediately unhappy with the burden and let her know.  Her breasts sagged with gravity, despite keeping a tight form.  The shifting of position hiked her tank top up a bit higher until it snapped into place as an almost tube top, despite the straps, only covering her larger assets.  She wiggled around a little to test her range of motion as Eir stepped back to watch, in her athletic sports bra and leggings, the slight front muffin top made Pallas a little sweaty.

Eir stays several steps ahead of Pallas, sensing her desire for independence in the moment, and leads Pallas to a room on the far side of the lab.  Pallas is incredibly embarrassed to find her gait is solidly a waddle, shifting her muscle memory already.

“I feel ridiculous.”

“You’re not, you’re just hungry.”

The light is flicked on in the next room, to reveal an entire break lounge and locker room combo.  Tables, couches, a kitchenette, and another door opened to a bathroom with shower stalls.  

“They gave you a whole break room just for you?”

Eir laughs, chagrined.  “There were originally more people working on this floor before it was designated for my lab space.  They didn’t care for the experiment smell, and we had the extra room to relocate them.”, she confided as she walked over to the fridge and rifled through some plastic bags inside, and slapped something in the microwave.  She got Pallas some water and tea, but Pallas was already waddling her way over to the shower stall, peeling off what little clothes she had left on her trek.  Eir had thoughtfully already placed toiletries and towels there… or maybe they had already been there from before.  Perhaps rudely, Pallas took them for granted and spent a long, luxurious time in the steamy stall.  She lowered herself onto the bench in front of the showerhead and tilted it down almost directly on top of her.  The stall was several showerheads long, modesty curtains pulled back since only Eir was here to utilize them.  There was an air freshener in here, the steam mingling with it and turning the air pine scented, which she only recognized from the surface, she realized with a blink.  Taking her time, she found a cooling shower gel that felt amazing on her breasts and especially right around her belly button.  Her slick hands glide over her, and she realizes that some of the discoloration of her breast is NOT her areola…

… but bruising from how hard Eir had been suckling at her literal teat.

The door opened and she in turn opens her eyes, to find a naked Eir, standing with hands clasped in front of her breasts.  She was an absolute vision.  Sepia skin with her alien scaling in almost a vitiligo effect, gray hair with the lovely streaks of green through it out of her braid and dangling so much longer than Pallas realized.  Her tentacles all retracted in on themselves, her two toes feet make wet footprints on her journey over to one of the other shower heads.  Eir looks over with blush that was decidedly not already from the steam.

“Is this okay?  I just… is this okay?”, she repeats sheepishly.  Pallas, with saucer eyes, nods as she drinks her in.

“Do you… want me to close my eyes?”

“No that’s… that’s not necessary.”

Pallas tries and fails to hug her knees to her chest, forgetting about her new shape.

Eir hums quietly to herself as she goes through a well worn routine.  Pallas watches out of the side of her eye.

“I’m sorry about what I asked you to do… I couldn’t control myself.  I don’t know what happened.” Pallas mutters into her tangle of sopping hair over her shoulder.  Eir is silent.  Pallas can’t bear to look over.  The pattern of falling water is uninterrupted by movement for a long moment, before the faucet turns off.  

Silence.  

Heartbeats.  

Sinking feeling.

And then a warm and slick hip makes contact with hers.  Eir slides over a little bit, and rests her head on Pallas’s shoulder.  Eir’s fingers explore Pallas’s thigh closest to her.

“You shouldn’t be sorry.  I feel sorry.  I feel like I took advantage of your state in a way.  You were just… there, and in need, and I wanted to do unspeakable things to you.  And I did do some of them…” she mutters as an afterthought.  Pallas rests her head on Eir’s, and hums a little.

“Eir I NEEDED you.  But I also-“ she has her breath catch for a moment, “- I really really wanted you too.”

Eir shifts to kiss Pallas’s forehead, sighing happily.  “Life is often odd.  Paths we take and people who cross into our lives.  I am glad you crossed my path, Pallas.  Even if you can be an entirely reckless person… you always know what you want.  I admire that.  And you.”

Pallas traces the contour of Eir’s slight stomach with her finger, delicately.  “Even if I did this to you?”

She snorts, “I did this to myself.  And I would do it again.”  The statement is an absolute purr.  “What’s the sense in working out if you don’t indulge yourself?”

“Oh my… Doctor Eir are you allowed to say that kind of thing to a patient?”

“Only if she’s a patient that wants my full attention.”

“She does…”

Pallas coaxes Eir to her feet, and positions the beauty in front of her.  Pallas kisses Eir’s small bump in a slow path downwards.  Eir stiffens as Pallas’s long but slender nose moves delicately in her folds.  She smelled like heady flowers, and Pallas wanted to taste the bouquet.

With a long lick, Pallas runs her tongue from the back of Eir’s slit to the front until she finds a small button of pleasure and begins to lavish and ravish.  Eir’s tentacles flick out quickly to compensate for her now weak knees as she cries out in need and fervor, Pallas taking this as a sign she was doing a very good job. She inserts one finger, one rotating finger to tease and delight, listening for moans of increasing volume as she found more pleasurable areas.  Pallas looks up at her from below, and mumbles her name into her clit, the vibration sending Eir’s back into a gymnasts arch, and Pallas watched her stomach from below, and her breasts, grabbing one nipple in her fingers delicately, pulsing with music in Eir’s breath.  Pallas pulled her finger out, just to put two back in almost immediately, an undulating coaxing motion as she laps at Eir’s front wall and this… with the constant hungry licking from Pallas and the fondling of Eir’s chest in concert sends Eir over a waterfall of nirvana.  She gasps and bucks and writhes and almost falls onto Pallas, who manages to mostly catch her.  The two wet women crushed into each other with slick skin, breasts mingling, Eir’s torso concave to accommodate Pallas’s convex.  Water droplets caught in their eyelashes as Eir regains herself, and weakly drops to her knees, sliding off Pallas.

“Watch out doctor, they tell me I’m fake pregnant.”

“I said false not fake.”

“What’s the difference?”

“I don’t know… words are very hard right now.”

Pallas almost purrs with pride in smug response.