Chapter 14: Body Modification
The violet energy crackled around Lily’s fingertips like captured lightning. She placed her hands on Giana’s hips, her touch humming with a palpable, hungry power. Giana gasped, her back arching.
“Feel that, tits?” Lily breathed, her eyes incandescent. “That’s ten loads of your lab partner’s desperate spunk, refined into pure, plastic fuck-energy. Now let’s put it to work.”
The energy surged. It wasn’t pain Giana felt, but an immense, stretching pressure, a deep cellular itch that blossomed from her pelvis. She looked over her shoulder, her hazel eyes wide. “Whoa. It’s… it’s buzzing.”
“Shut up and enjoy the ride,” Lily muttered, concentrating.
The flesh of Giana’s backside began to shimmer, the tan skin glowing from within. Then it swelled. It wasn’t a gentle growth, but a relentless, inflating expansion. The rounded curves of her buttocks pushed outward, becoming impossibly fuller, heavier, the skin stretching taut and glossy. They lost all firmness, transforming into vast, wobbling hemispheres of jellied fat that jounced with the faintest tremor of Lily’s hands. They were like overfilled water balloons, sloshing with a dense, liquid weight, each cheek now the size of a pillow and just as soft.
“Ohmygod,” Giana whimpered, reaching back to feel the monstrous new weight. Her fingers sank into the yielding flesh up to the knuckles. “They’re so… jiggly.”
“Perfect,” Lily purred, sliding her hands around to Giana’s abdomen. “Now for the main event.”
The energy focused higher. Giana’s already massive breasts, heavy and pendulous, seemed to draw a breath. Then they surged outward, upward, becoming truly titanic. The weight was immediate and profound; Giana groaned as her shoulders pulled forward, a new, deep ache settling into her spine. Her breasts were now obscene monuments of flesh, each one a sprawling, veiny mound that dwarfed her torso, the areolas dark and wide, the nipples stiffened into thick pebbles. They rested on her newly enlarged thighs, a shelf of soft, warm fat that heaved with her every breath.
Lily leaned back, admiring her work. “Fuck yeah. Now you look like a proper incubator. A walking, talking fuck-pillow with two giant stress balls and an ass made for suffocating idiots.” She gave Giana’s right buttock a hard slap. The resulting quiver was seismic, a rolling wave of flesh that seemed to never quite settle.
Giana stared down at her own body, a dizzy smile on her spit-smeared face. “I’m so… squishy.”
“You’re a masterpiece,” Lily corrected, her own lust now a live wire. The display, the sheer abundance of flesh, had her dripping. “Now, let’s break in the new equipment. On your back, tits. Let’s see if that giant ass fits in my face.”
Giggling, Giana rolled onto her back, her new proportions making the movement a clumsy, wobbling affair. Her breasts sloshed to either side, covering her ribs. Her ass formed a mountainous, jiggling hillock beneath her. Lily didn’t hesitate. She dove between Giana’s thighs, her target not her cunt, but the colossal, glistening cleavage of her rear.
“Dinner is served,” Lily mumbled before burying her face between Giana’s buttocks with the same ruthless enthusiasm she’d shown Theo.
Giana shrieked, then melted into a series of breathy moans. “Your tongue feels even weirder now! It’s everywhere!”
Lily’s response was a muffled, “Shut up and return the favor,” as she nudged Giana’s head toward her own upturned, dripping sex.
Giana understood. She wriggled, her massive body undulating, and managed to tilt her head forward. With a happy, ditzy sigh, she pressed her mouth against Lily’s folds, licking with an eager, unpracticed tongue.
Theo, weakly propped on an elbow, could only watch, his brain short-circuiting. The two women were a tangle of exaggerated curves and slick, moving flesh. The sounds were obscenely wet: the noisy, slobbering feast Lily was making of Giana’s backside, the soft, sucking pulls of Giana’s mouth. The air, already thick, now carried the sharp, tangy scent of their mutual arousal.
Lily’s hips began to piston against Giana’s face. “Yeah, just like that, use your whole mouth, you dumb cow,” she grunted, her voice hitching. Her own work on Giana’s ass became frenzied, her tongue spearing and circling before she drew back and delivered a sharp, open-mouthed bite to the trembling flesh.
Giana convulsed. A gush of clear fluid erupted from her, soaking Lily’s chin and chest. She wasn’t done. The sensation, amplified by her transformed body, triggered a chain reaction. Her body clenched and a violent, pulsing jet of liquid squirted from her, arcing through the air to patter against the rumpled posters on the wall.
Lily laughed, a raw, husky sound. “Oh, you’re a gusher! I knew it!” She redoubled her efforts, fucking Giana’s face with rolling thrusts until her own climax ripped through her. She threw her head back and screamed, a sound that was more triumph than pleasure, and a matching torrent of her own release splashed across Giana’s forehead and into her hair.
For a moment, they lay connected, panting, a puddle of mixed fluids spreading beneath them. Then, with a shared, giggling glance, they disentangled and stumbled to their feet.
They stood over Theo, two goddesses of excessive flesh, gleaming with sweat and spent desire. Giana, swaying unsteadily under her new weight, looked down at him with a lopsided, sated grin. Lily’s expression was pure, smug ownership.
“Watch this, toy,” Lily whispered.
She placed a hand on the small of Giana’s back, nudging her. Giana bit her lip, focused, and then her stomach muscles fluttered. Another, weaker stream of liquid spurted from her, hitting Theo squarely in the chest, warm and smelling of sex and salt.
Before he could react, Lily stepped forward. Her climax wasn’t over. With a low groan, she sent her own release jetting out, mixing with Giana’s on his skin, painting his stomach, his spent cock, in a fresh, sticky coat.
Theo lay there, baptized in them, too overwhelmed to even shiver.
Then they collapsed on either side of him, their immense bodies enveloping his slender frame. He was swallowed in a valley of warm, softening flesh. Giana’s titanic breast smothered his left arm and face, its weight comforting and immense. Lily’s own substantial curves pressed against his right side, her skin fever-hot. She nuzzled into his neck, then dragged her tongue, rough and possessive, in a long, wet stripe from his collarbone to his jawline, collecting the fluids she’d just sprayed on him.
“Mmm. Tastes like us,” she murmured.
Giana, her voice muffled by the flesh pressed against her own face, asked, “Why’d you do that?”
Lily lifted her head, her cold blue eyes locking onto Theo’s dazed ones. Her tongue flicked out again, catching a bead of sweat from his temple.
“It’s a reminder,” she said, her voice low and final. “A little taste for my little man. So he never forgets who momma is. Who he belongs to. Who owns every drop of that pathetic, delicious cum.”
She settled back down, nestling into the crook of his arm. Giana sighed, already half-asleep, her body a warm, heavy quilt. In the silence, broken only by their slowing breaths, Theo stared at the ceiling, the twin weights anchoring him to the spot, to them, to a fate he could no longer even begin to understand.