Chapter 2: Afterglow Anomalies
The heavy silence stretched, broken only by Sue’s shallow, ragged breaths and the distant wail of a siren far below. Her invisible form slumped against me, radiating impossible heat, the massive, luminous bulge of her belly – easily the size of a term pregnancy – pressing heavily into my thighs. The glow from within her pulsed faintly, like a captured star, casting shifting patterns on the rooftop foliage. My arms ached from holding her upright; she was essentially dead weight, saturated and stunned.
A tremor ran through her. Then another. Then a sharp, involuntary clench deep inside her sent a fresh jolt up my spine. Her invisible body arched, a low groan escaping her unseen lips. And then it happened.
A thick, luminous geyser erupted from between her legs. Not a trickle. A pressurized stream of that glowing, viscous semen, propelled by a powerful uterine contraction, arcing through the air before splattering loudly onto the thick towels I’d laid out earlier – and all over her invisible thighs and calves. The glow seemed to intensify once exposed to air, creating surreal, glowing streaks on the seemingly empty space where her legs should be.
"Christ, Sue," I muttered, carefully lowering her trembling form onto the towels. She landed with a soft thud, her legs splayed, the afterimage of that luminous eruption still fading. More thick rivulets, less forceful now, leaked steadily, pooling in a growing, radiant puddle beneath her.
I grabbed a clean, damp towel, moving carefully. Cleaning an invisible woman presented unique challenges. I started where the glow was brightest, dabbing gently at the air where her inner thighs would be. The towel came away smeared with luminescent fluid, thick and pearly. It felt warm, unnervingly dense against the terrycloth. I followed the glowing trails downwards.
Her body twitched again, another aftershock. A smaller gush pulsed out, soaking the towel pressed near her entrance. She moaned, a low, exhausted sound.
"...data..." she slurred, her voice thin and distant, seeming to come from the glowing mass itself. "...adherence... cohesion parameters... degrading post-ejection... note thermal shift..."
Even semi-conscious, the scientist was observing. Recording. I carefully wiped the glowing fluid from where her calves should be, the light slowly dimming on the fabric as it absorbed. The sheer amount was staggering. The towels were soaked through in minutes.
I was dabbing near her knee when a cool, invisible hand closed weakly around my wrist.
"Ron." Her voice was clearer now, though thick with exhaustion. "Status... report."
I looked towards the center of the glow inside her. The massive bulge had subsided slightly but was still profoundly distended, a taut, luminous dome pulsing with a slow, internal rhythm. "Still holding the main payload. Looks like about... seventy percent retention? Maybe less. Hard to gauge without instruments. The leak seems stabilized." I gestured with the glowing towel. "You made quite a mess."
A weak chuckle, almost a cough. "Forceful... evacuation. Unexpected variable. Cervical dilation... insufficient for rapid decompression." She shifted slightly, a wince passing over the shimmering air where her face was. "Muscular fatigue... significant. Core temperature... elevated." She paused, taking a deeper breath. "Help me up."
Carefully, I slid an arm under her invisible shoulders, another beneath her knees. She felt heavier than before, laden. As I lifted, another thick dribble of glowing fluid escaped, running down the inside of her unseen thigh and onto the towel still beneath her. She hissed.
"Slowly," she breathed. "Everything hurts."
I got her seated upright, leaning back against the cool stone parapet. Her form shimmered briefly, then solidified – Sue flickering back into visibility, naked, flushed, and utterly dazed. Her strawberry-blonde hair was plastered to her sweaty forehead and neck. Her eyes, wide and slightly unfocused, stared down at her own abdomen.
It was... astonishing. Her belly, normally taut and strong, was distended like she was well into her third trimester. Smooth, stretched skin glowed faintly from within, illuminated by the dense reservoir still packed inside her womb. Veins traced blue patterns beneath the surface, highlighted by the internal luminescence. She placed a trembling hand on the swell, her fingers sinking slightly into the warm, firm curve.
"Palpation..." she murmured, pressing gently. A deeper glow pulsed where she touched. "...confirms retention. Viscosity... remarkably high. Minimal... leakage now." She looked up at me, her gaze sharpening despite the exhaustion. "The video? Did you...?"
I held up her phone. "Got it all. From the first spurt to... well, the grand finale." I nodded towards the glowing mess on the towels.
Sue managed a weak thumbs-up, her other hand still pressed against the glowing swell of her abdomen. "Christ, I'm a wreck," she breathed, her voice rough but losing its clinical edge. "Everything feels... loose. Hot."
"Yeah, you look about how Jen described after her first time," I offered, carefully gathering the glowing towels into a pile. The fluid was already cooling, the intense light dimming slightly.
"Jen undersold the aftereffects," Sue grunted, wincing as she tried to shift her weight against the parapet. Her distended belly wobbled faintly, a visible ripple passing under the skin. "Feels like I ran a marathon. Inside out." She looked down, her expression shifting from scientific analysis to weary disbelief. "And I look... well."
"Like you swallowed a small sun?" I suggested, moving closer. "Can you stand? Inside might be better." I extended a hand.
She grasped it, her grip surprisingly strong despite her fatigue. "God, yes. Please." Leaning heavily on me, she took a tentative step, then another. Her legs trembled visibly. The walk back across the rooftop garden felt endless, her slow, careful movements punctuated by soft, involuntary gasps whenever her muscles contracted around the immense volume still contained within her. Each step made the faint internal luminescence pulse, casting eerie shadows on the path.
The penthouse air felt cool compared to the humid garden. Sue sagged against the doorframe, breathing hard, the glow from her womb illuminating the sleek hallway like a bizarre nightlight. "Bath," she managed, the word a plea. "Deep. Hot. Now."
"On it," I said, guiding her towards the master suite. I hit the faucets on the massive soaking tub, steam rising quickly. "Need help getting in?"
"Probably," she admitted, her tone utterly matter-of-fact now, the scientist fully eclipsed by sheer physical depletion. She started the laborious process of peeling off the remnants of her clothing, movements clumsy. I helped where I could, my touch clinical, avoiding the radiant curve of her belly which dominated her frame. Her skin felt fever-hot under my hands. When she was finally naked, she looked impossibly vulnerable, yet imposing with that luminous burden.
The water reached a deep, inviting level. Sue stepped in with a groan of profound relief, sinking down until the water lapped just below her collarbones, the massive swell of her submerged belly distorting the water's surface into a glowing dome. She closed her eyes, head resting against the tub's edge. Steam curled around her face.
"Join me?" Her voice was muffled, a soft murmur without opening her eyes. "Water's good. Lots of room. And frankly... I don't fancy sitting here alone feeling like a walking glow stick reservoir."
I hesitated for only a second, stripping off quickly. The water was indeed hot, almost scalding, perfect for aching muscles. I slid in opposite her, the tub easily accommodating us both. Steam filled the air, thick and humid.
Sue immediately shifted, scooting across the smooth porcelain. Without a word, she turned and nestled her back against my chest, burrowing her head into the crook of my shoulder and arm with a sigh that seemed to come from her bones. Her damp hair tickled my skin. The heat of her body, amplified by the water and the internal warmth radiating from her womb, pressed against me. Her distended stomach rested heavily against my thigh beneath the water, a firm, warm weight pulsing faintly.
We sat in silence for long moments. The only sounds were our breathing, the soft lap of the water, and the distant hum of the city far below. My arm rested loosely around her ribs, just below the incredible swell. My other hand drifted idly, almost unconsciously, over the taut, glowing curve of her belly submerged in the water. It felt smooth, stretched tight as a drum, yet resilient. Warmth, both from the bath and from within her, seeped into my palm.
Then I saw it. Tiny, luminous streams, like threads of liquid light, began to seep from between her legs. They curled and danced in the steamy water, distinct semi-opaque streaks against the clear bathwater, slowly rising towards the surface. More followed, sinuous and unhurried, escaping the immense pressure within. They floated upwards, coalescing near the surface in delicate, glowing clouds that pulsed softly with the same internal rhythm as her womb. The water around us began to shimmer with faint, ethereal light, reflecting off the tiles and steam. Sue sighed again, a deeper, more relaxed sound this time, her body softening infinitesimally against mine as another small luminous tendril spiraled free.
Sue sighed again, a deeper, more relaxed sound this time, her body softening infinitesimally against mine as another small luminous tendril spiraled free, joining the faintly glowing haze near the water's surface. Her distended belly felt like warm stone beneath my palm, the internal light pulsing a slow, insistent rhythm against my thigh. Watching those glowing threads drift upwards, a strange mix of awe and concern settled over me; she looked utterly spent, yet still carrying that impossible burden inside her.
"Feels like a lava lamp designed by Cronenberg," she mumbled, her voice thick with fatigue against my shoulder. She traced a finger through one of the luminous clouds near the surface, making it swirl lazily. "Beautiful data points. Horrible abdominal pressure."
I kept my hand moving in slow circles over the taut curve submerged in the warm water. The sheer density of what was packed inside her was palpable even through her skin. The luminescence seemed brighter now in the relative dimness of the steam-filled bathroom, casting long, dancing shadows on the tiled walls. More tiny, glowing tendrils seeped out, adding to the ethereal mist. She winced slightly, pressing back harder against my chest, seeking grounding against the internal pressure.
"Sue," I whispered tenderly, my fingers still tracing the firm swell under the water, feeling the heat radiating from deep within her. "I can help you relieve the pressure a little." Her head tilted slightly, listening. "I'm going to uh... stimulate you a little bit," I continued, keeping my voice low, intimate in the steamy quiet, "and you're going to push like you're in labor."
A short, breathy laugh escaped her. "Labor? Ron, I did labor. Twice. This feels... heavier." She didn't say no, though. Didn't pull away.
So I continued, my thumb brushing gently lower, skirting the top of her pubic mound beneath the water. "If you've got the energy," I offered, "you can sit on the edge and I’ll use my mouth." My other hand squeezed her shoulder reassuringly. "But if you're too tired, you can lay right there and I'll just use my fingers."
She let out a long, slow exhale. "Tired? Ron, I feel like I’ve been hit by a Quinjet. Twice." She shifted slightly, adjusting her weight against me, the water sloshing softly. "Fingers. Please. Just… get some of this out. My little science project is trying to turn me inside out." Her hand drifted down to cover mine on her belly, guiding it lower. "Do it. Before I float away on a cloud of glow-cum."
Her bluntness, even exhausted, brought a grim smile to my face. "Okay. Easy now. Just relax into it. Push when it feels right." My fingers, slick with bathwater, found her entrance beneath the surface. The resistance was immediate and unusual; she was stretched, incredibly open from the earlier forceful expulsion, yet the sheer volume still inside her created a palpable internal tension. My fingertips slid in easily, encountering the dense, viscous fluid immediately. It clung, thick and warm, resisting movement.
Sue gasped, her whole body tensing momentarily before forcing herself to relax against me, her head lolling back onto my shoulder. "Oh god," she breathed. "It’s… there’s so much. Feels like pushing through custard." Her internal muscles fluttered weakly around my fingers, overwhelmed.
"Easy," I murmured again, working my fingers slowly, carefully deeper, trying to create a channel, encouraging the heavy fluid to move downwards. I could feel the incredible pressure surrounding my hand, the sheer mass contained in her womb pressing down. Her body clenched involuntarily, a small contraction rippling through her abdomen. "That's it. Push with that. Just a little."
She groaned, low and guttural, bearing down. It felt different from before – less explosive, more of a controlled, grinding effort. Nothing happened immediately. The sheer viscosity was staggering. "Come on, you stubborn... luminescent bastard," Sue gritted out, pushing harder, her knuckles white where she gripped the edge of the tub.
Then, slowly, thickly, a substantial globule, glowing intensely, began to emerge around my fingers. It pulsed out, thick as honey, joining the suspended threads in the water, its light momentarily dazzling in the steam. Sue gasped in relief, a sound that was almost a sob. "Yes... oh god, yes, that's... pressure drop. Minor, but... measurable." Another slow, determined push. Another thick, glowing expulsion, flowing steadily now around my knuckles. Her body shuddered against mine, a profound release echoing through her exhausted frame. "Don't stop," she whispered, her voice ragged. "Keep going. Get it... get it all."
My fingers worked deeper inside her, slick with bathwater and that impossible, clinging fluid. Sue trembled against my chest, each ragged breath pushing her distended belly harder into my thigh. "Push, Sue," I murmured, feeling the thick pressure resisting my touch. "Just like that."
Another low groan tore from her throat. Her entire body locked, muscles straining under the luminous skin. Slowly, agonizingly, a thick rope of pearly, glowing cum pulsed out, coiling in the water like luminous jelly before slowly dissolving into cloudier strands. "Oh, fuck... pressure... dropping..." she gasped, collapsing back, spent. The massive swell of her abdomen visibly deflated a fraction, the internal light flickering erratically. More thick, sluggish tendrils followed, escaping on their own accord now that the initial blockage was cleared, adding to the ethereal fog filling the tub. The water felt unnaturally warm, thick with her heat and the dissipating luminescence.
"Better?" I asked quietly, my arm tightening around her ribs, feeling the frantic hammering of her heart slowing against my skin.
"Marginally." Her voice was a dry rasp. "Still feel like... a party balloon filled with radioactive sludge." She lifted a trembling hand, watching distorted light play across her fingertips in the glowing bathwater. "Reed is going to... need a spectrometer. And probably... a mop." A weak, exhausted chuckle escaped her. "Also, I might die. Just putting that out there." Her head lolled against my chest, damp hair sticking to my skin. "Bed. Now. Before I dissolve."
Getting her out of the tub was an ordeal. Her legs buckled immediately, forcing me to scoop her up, water sluicing off her glowing form onto the tile floor. Her abdomen felt taut and heavy against my arms, a warm, dense weight radiating light. Thin streams of luminous fluid trailed down her inner thighs as I carried her into the dim bedroom. I laid her carefully on the king-sized bed atop the cool silk sheets. She curled onto her side instinctively, one hand cradling the still-prominent swell, the other tucked under her cheek. Her skin glowed softly, illuminating the rumpled sheets around her like a fallen star.
"Don't... go yet," she mumbled, her eyes already fluttering shut. "Feels like... aftershocks. Need... anchor." Her fingers fumbled weakly against the sheet beside her.
"Not going anywhere." I climbed onto the bed behind her, fitting my body against the curve of her back. My arm draped carefully over her waist, my hand resting low on the warm, glowing swell of her belly. She immediately pressed back into me with a sigh, seeking solidity against the internal tumult. Her skin was fever-warm against mine. Deep within her, I could feel faint tremors – slow, rhythmic pulses of pressure echoing through her womb. The glow pulsed in time, casting shifting patterns on the walls.
Silence fell, thick with exhaustion and the profound weirdness of the moment. Only our breathing sounded, mine steady, hers shallow and quick. The city lights outside painted faint stripes across the ceiling. Sue’s breathing gradually deepened, the tremors under my hand subsiding slightly as true sleep began to pull her under. The light from within her dimmed to a soft, warm ember-glow, bathing the room in an otherworldly twilight. She felt fragile yet impossibly full, a vessel pushed far beyond its limits. My thumb stroked the impossibly smooth skin stretched over her womb, feeling the immense, warm weight contained within.
"Ron?" Her voice was a sleep-slurred whisper, barely audible.
"Yeah?"
"Worth it," she breathed. A faint smile touched her lips before her body went utterly slack against me, surrendering to exhaustion. Her hand relaxed on her belly. The internal pulsing slowed, becoming deeper, more rhythmic, almost like… sleep.
I held her, watching the subtle rise and fall of her luminous abdomen beneath my hand. The sheer volume she still retained was staggering. Jen had warned her about the size, the duration, but not… this. Not the overwhelming physical reality of containing it. My own exhaustion tugged at me, but I stayed alert, listening to her breathing, feeling the heat emanating from her core, the slow, deep pulse within her.
Minutes bled into an hour. The city hummed its indifferent lullaby outside. Sue slept deeply, unmoving except for the faint, rhythmic expansion and contraction of her swollen belly. The glow was a low, steady thrum now, like banked coals. Then, a subtle shift. A deeper, stronger contraction rolled through her womb beneath my palm – not the sharp aftershocks from before, but something slower, more insistent, grinding. Her breathing hitched, a tiny whimper escaping her parted lips even in sleep. Her body instinctively curled tighter, pressing her luminous abdomen harder into my hand.
The pressure built. I could feel it surging against her cervix, dense and relentless. Her brow furrowed in her sleep, a soft moan escaping. Another contraction, stronger this time, a deep internal heave that made her entire body tense against mine. The glow brightened sharply around my fingers. "Sue?" I whispered, tightening my arm around her. "Sue, wake up."
She didn’t stir, trapped in deep exhaustion. Her body worked autonomously, muscles clenching rhythmically, powerfully. The pressure beneath my palm became immense, focused, demanding release. Then, the dam broke. Not a geyser like on the rooftop, but a pressurized, unstoppable flow. Thick, luminous fluid pulsed out between her thighs with shocking force, soaking the sheets beneath her instantly with a dark, glowing stain that spread rapidly. It didn't trickle; it poured, a continuous, heavy stream escaping her sleeping form. Her body jerked with each powerful involuntary spasm, driving more out. The smell – tangy, fertile, intensely biological – filled the room. Her womb visibly contracted, the taut dome shrinking rapidly as the immense volume evacuated with terrifying efficiency onto the silk sheets.
"Sue!" I said louder, shaking her shoulder gently. She mumbled incoherently, her eyes fluttering but not opening, her body still convulsing rhythmically. The flow showed no sign of stopping, pooling thickly around her hips, the glow illuminating the spreading wetness with an eerie, undeniable light. It was too much. Too fast. She needed to be awake. She needed control. I grabbed her shoulders, pulling her more upright against me. "Sue, wake up! You're flooding the bed!" The words felt absurd even as I said them, but the reality was the hot, slick mess rapidly soaking through everything, the sheer volume impossible to ignore as it pulsed relentlessly from her. Her eyes snapped open, wide with confusion and sudden, panicked awareness.