Healing Swell - Chapter 2

The scientist watches the limber yet swelling woman on the table and shakes her head, beginning to rub her fingertips together. She ignores Pallas's panting, quiet groans, her stomach still distended with slight bloat, like after enjoying a large meal... nothing too out of the ordinary... it still shines with the gel in her normal vision, but Nysus pulses enticingly in her infravision. Between her fingertips she pulls out of her own bloodstream an emerald green needle, filled with liquid. Pallas lay in front of her, and Eir delicately held the needle in her hands. 

"Pallas...", she says softly, and repeats herself a little louder when it garners no attention from her preoccupations, "Pallas I'm going to try and heal Nysus directly, aid her recovery. I'm going to prick you, please don't be alarmed, okay?" She lifts Pallas's lolling head up by the chin, trying to see if she was at all lucid. She is, somewhat, but the flood of hormones coursing through her bloodstream is just... too much for her weakened body. Eir lines up the needle, over the double image of Nysus, and her needle is lush and green where she holds it, and suddenly all the green bleeds out in a rush, like an oil spill over water... until it's siphoned directly into Nysus's essence. The green mingles with the purple for a moment, but Nysus pulses and Pallas keens into the muggy air of the lab.

Pallas is wriggling but limp enough that Eir feels safe in releasing her from the tentacles. Positioning the tip of a tentacle by Pallas's eyes, she checks the cat slit pupils with a bioluminescent bloom... though right now they're pulsing between sharp ovals and round black saucers rimmed with gold. But her entire eye shimmers purple for just a moment. Eir steps back slightly, but when nothing happens for long moments she begins to move back toward her patient. Labored breathing smells sweet like a flower in the air, an occasional side effect of Eir's work. Pallas locks eyes with Eir in a short lucid moment and croaks, "I need... I need some water. And- I need to take care of this real quick so I can think okay?" Eir narrows her eyes, "Take care? Surely I can help with whatever you ne-", her statement is cut off by Pallas weakly making a finger gun in the air, but with an extra finger for the barrel, undulating the fingers once in lieu of words because words are so hard right now. Eir's eyes fly open as her lips purse and then make a perfect 'O' shape as she turns around on a dime and pulls a spare privacy curtain directly between Pallas and the rest of the lab. "I'LL JUST GO GET SOME WATER!", she nervously shouts back despite not having gone terribly far.

Pallas listens to Eir's peculiar tentacle footsteps fade into the near distance and she sighs with relief for a moment of privacy, the last who-knows-how-long just a confusing montage soft around the edge of memory. With sluggish hand, she winds down towards her underwear, fingers tangling with the lace before finding their way underneath. Her whole body is buzzing with need, her entrance is pounding like a drum, her nipples ache so peculiarly and she yearns for everything, anything that can help. Dipping her fingers inside herself for just a moment she gathers her natural lubrication, and stokes herself into a twitching fervor, unaware of how long Eir has been gone, only viscerally aware of her nerve endings. 

The slight sweat behind her knees dripping onto the table, the pain in her breasts as they pulse to the beat of her heart. More liquid beads around her nipples, and she busies her other hand tugging moans out of her mouth by way of precision tweaks. Her low finger scoops around every edge of her clit, making everything come alive like a stack of sensual dominos. She shifts her arm to be more comfortable as she manipulates herself, and then again... and again. 

On the third time she opens her eyes, groggily looking down to find that as she's busied herself her stomach has jutted out more. If she hadn't already opened her eyes she would have been forced to when her hips begin to widen in earnest. Her stomach seems to be rising with each breath, but never falling... it feels taut and warm and... stretched. Like a canvas being pulled. Her hips groan as she feels her bones reorient themselves, her pelvic floor shifting and her bone structure literally pulling apart to make a wide thigh gap, a thigh gap that is rapidly filling in as her thighs thicken in front of her eyes. Her stomach surges forward, having more room to grow, and her breasts are feeling heavier on her chest... hard to breathe... why are they so heavy...

She, almost unconsciously, has continued to pleasure herself, riding the eddies of her self love with hitching breath, and then just as she's about to reach release... her clit is out of reach. Her finger scrabbles to get back, but her stomach is groaning and creaking and filling larger and larger, and blocking her from her carnal need. She leans up and forward, but she is blocked by this new mound of flesh and energy in her lap, no purchase to be found. She cries loud in frustration and longing and this, THIS is the first time she's allowed herself pleasure in months, and now she cannot REACH. Her clit is on fire and her breasts are heaving, hanging lower, still modest in size but larger than she would have ever dreamed before.

Eir arrives with water in one hand as she tears back the curtain and finds Pallas scrabbling to reach herself, frustrated tears falling and catching on her scars on the right side of her face, sweat plastered... and looking like she swallowed a physical therapy ball. Eir gestures wildly at Pallas's stomach and before she can regain composure Pallas sobs, "Eir PLEASE help... please help me I can't... I can't do it..." Eir looks at her friend with a hammering chest, she's so wildly changed from the woman that walked into the room earlier that day. Are her hips wider? Her arm has lost some definition. Her cheeks aren't so gaunt. Eir stares at Pallas's milk dappled nipples and has to swallow a torrent of spit.

 "Eirplllllllllllllleeeeeeeeeeeeassssssssssssseeeeeee", Pallas whines into the air.

This wasn't a woman.

This was an avatar of need.

And Eir knows she can help. 

She steps forward, and lowers herself to her knees as her back legs prop Pallas up to the edge of the table. With trembling exhales, Eir draws nearer to Pallas's most private places, her breath teases the folds in front of her as she works Pallas's underwear down over her more ample thighs. She gulps... once, face flush... and she dives. 

Her mouth creates a seal around Pallas's clit and creates a blissful suction on the area, pulsing rhythmically and she begins to circle her tongue around the live wire that she sought. Pallas's cries reduce to something more peaceful but incredibly lewd in the lack of filter she has at this moment. Eir nestles her face into the welcoming thighs, and reaches around to Pallas's ass, holding and feels that it too has filled in thanks to Nysus's hi-jacking. She laps at her patient, knowing the cure, though Pallas begins to moan in a more pained way... 

"M-my tits... there's so much pressure it feels like they're going to explode..."

Eir moves like a swimmer coming up for air, her soft hair brushing Pallas's thighs as she goes, and she busies one of her tentacles to keep Pallas's pleasure rising. It wraps itself snugly around Pallas’s clit in a circular motion, vibrating slightly with heat. Pallas's eyes fly wide and her back arches, and she arches her breast directly towards Eir. Without hesitation, and a hunger of her own for this absolute glowing goddess of hedonism, she licks up Pallas's cleavage, which was sparing before but plenty now, and then circles back to one of the engorged and beautiful nipples to begins suckling.

To rid this woman of her pain, all of it if she can. 

Do no harm.

Pallas's vision is a starburst as Eir takes her into her mouth, and with each greedy suckle she feels pressure growing and mounting behind her nipple, begging for release... she feels her stomach tense and is about to instinctively cradle it, but Eir's hand is there first. The pushing feeling is so peculiar, so alien, like her breast but so different. She feels it growing, expanding, ever more tightly spread is her skin. Eir's tentacle sends waves through her body and her fever pitch builds so easily... and blindingly…

As her hips buck forward into the tentacle for an exquisite release long awaited, she feels the dam of her nipple give way, her weighty breast busily drained by Eir. The scientist doesn't miss a beat, though her eyes do flick open in surprise. She swallows down as much as she can from the left before switching her attentions to the right. As she arrives Eir doubles down; suckling greedy and hard, tugging at the nipple and teasing Pallas with nips of her teeth. Pallas caresses her own face in ecstasy as her stomach demands her attention again.

That odd somewhat pressure returns, and builds, she physically pushes Eir off of her. A spurt of white follows the surprised woman as Pallas leans forward and folds in on herself, cradling this healing chamber she's created for her partner. She mewls and moans, her breasts squished between her chest and stomach. With a surge of growth and that damn pressure again, her stomach visibly shoots forward as the zenith of the arc her belly button pops into an outie.

The pressure is relieved and Pallas heaves exhausted sighs, and Eir stands by. She wipes her arm over her mouth, smearing her lipstick just slightly, watching Pallas's exhaustion and transformation with her own belabored breath. 

Pallas looks over, the cloud of arousal having lifted from her mind. She notices that Eir has a slight stomach of her own now... except she knows that bloat was given from her own body and she feels an odd satisfaction and smiles. The exhausted woman licks her lips, grabbing for the water that Eir set down and drains it in several large gulps. She falls to her side on the table, briefly trying to fit her tank top back down over everything (as it had been sitting around her neck like a scarf since she raised it). It was not terribly stretchy, barely making it halfway down her globe of a stomach. Her cooling sweat makes her shiver as she looks up at Eir, exhausted, to find the emerald eyed beauty bewitched entirely. 

Eir crosses to the table, only a step or two, and caresses Pallas's cheek, and leans into a kiss, fording the way through with her exquisite tongue. Pallas rumbles, knowing now what she tastes like. It would have been a shame if she tasted bad, and she's glad it wasn't the case. Feeling bold, she grabs at Eir's waistline, pulling the alien closer and fondling her new stomach pooch. Hell of a way to develop a kink, but Pallas is hardly mad about it as Eir runs her tongue over Pallas's gumline, searching for her pleasure.