Chapter 26: The Widening
The door to Mona’s apartment sighed shut behind them, cutting off the hallway’s fluorescent buzz. The click of the deadbolt was a final, definitive sound. Ellie stood just inside, her back to the door, breathing in the cluttered air—lavender, dust, and that sharp, electric tang.
Mona didn’t turn on an overhead light. The room was lit by the grey daylight filtering through a dirty window and the intermittent glow of a string of copper fairy lights draped over a tall, unsteady stack of boxes. The space was a capsule of transient life: a mattress on the floor, heaped with tangled silvery sheets, walls bare except for a single, crooked print of a stormy sea.
“Let’s see it,” Mona said, her voice stripped of its earlier street-corner casualness. It was low, hungry. She turned and before Ellie could process the command, Mona’s hands were at her waist, fingers hooking into the soaked denim.
The button popped. The zpper rasped down, a harsh sound in the quiet. Cool air hit Ellie’s exposed stomach, then the wet, feverish heat of her pubic mound. Mona shoved the jeans and the drenched cotton of her panties down her thighs in one rough motion, the fabric snagging at her knees before puddling at her ankles.
Ellie was exposed. Utterly.
Mona took a sharp step back, her eyes wide. “Jesus fucking Christ.”
Ellie looked down. Her cock, freed from confinement, stood thick and full against her belly. It was longer, thicker than it had been even an hour ago. A heavy, veined length of flesh that curved slightly upwards, the flushed head weeping a clear, steady bead of fluid. It twitched under their shared gaze, as if aware of the attention.
It twitched under their shared gaze, as if aware of the attention. Then it jumped, a distinct, autonomous pulse that added another fraction of an inch to its already impossible length. The change was visible, the skin stretching taut over new girth.
Mona’s eyes, however, had already darted lower. Between Ellie’s trembling thighs, the slick, swollen lips of her cunt were parted obscenely around the base of The Hummingbird. A steady stream of clear fluid, mixed with the earlier evidence of her orgasm, dripped from her stretched entrance and pattered softly onto the worn wooden floor. “You’re just walking around like that?” Mona breathed, a low laugh of pure amazement in her throat. “Stuffing your used, leaking cunt with that thing?”
Ellie could only nod, a shudder running through her as The Hummingbird gave a answering thrum deep inside her, vibrating the length of her cock from root to tip. Mona’s amusement vanished, replaced by a focused hunger. She dropped to her knees on the floor, her hands sliding up Ellie’s thighs, pushing them wider apart. “Let’s see what this does,” she muttered, not to Ellie, but to the phenomenon itself.
She didn’t tease. Her mouth, warm and wet, enveloped the head of Ellie’s cock in a single, slick motion. Ellie cried out, her hands flying to tangle in Mona’s dark hair. The sensation was obliterating. Mona’s tongue swirled around the crown, tasting the pre-come, then she took more, her jaw relaxing as she fed the thick shaft deeper into her throat.
Mona deepthroated her with the practiced ease of a woman who knew exactly what she wanted. Her nose pressed into Ellie’s pubic bone, her throat working in rhythmic swallows around the intrusion. The wet, gagging sounds were filthy, explicit. Each suck was a direct pull on the coil of tension in Ellie’s gut, still wound tight from the toy’s earlier punishment.
“Oh god, I’m gonna—” Ellie choked out, her hips stuttering.
Mona moaned around the cock in her mouth, the vibration tipping Ellie over the edge. Orgasm ripped through her, a white-hot wire of pleasure that had her cock pulsing violently down Mona’s throat. Come shot in thick, salty spurts that Mona swallowed greedily, her throat milking every last drop.
When it was over, Mona pulled off with a wet pop, gasping for air. She looked down, expecting softening flesh. It didn’t happen. Ellie’s cock remained utterly hard, glistening with spit and come, lying heavy against her stomach. If anything, the veins stood out more prominently, the shaft appearing slightly fuller, a denser weight in the room’s dim light.
“Well,” Mona panted, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, her eyes gleaming with new, intense curiosity. She stared at the persistently rigid flesh, then up at Ellie’s flushed, overwhelmed face. “That’s not supposed to happen.”
Mona stayed on her knees, her breath still coming in short gusts as she stared at the evidence of her own work. Ellie’s cock remained obstinately erect, a slick, spent-looking thing that betrayed no sign of softening. “You should be going soft,” Mona murmured, more to herself than to Ellie. Her fingers, tentative now, traced a wet line up the shaft from base to tip. “It’s still rock. What are you on?”
“I’m not on anything,” Ellie gasped, the truth a fragile, useless thing in the charged air. Her mind was a scrambled mess of sensation—the aftershocks of the brutal orgasm, the deep, proprietary hum still vibrating within her, the shocking fact of a stranger’s mouth on her. On that.
“Bullshit.” Mona’s voice was flat, disbelieving. She stood up in one fluid motion, her knees cracking. She cupped Ellie’s jaw, her thumb rough against Ellie’s lower lip. Her eyes searched Ellie’s, looking for the lie, the secret. Then she leaned in.
Ellie froze. Mona’s mouth was inches from hers. She could smell her own musk on Mona’s breath. The intimacy of it, the simple human closeness after such a filthy, transactional act, was more terrifying than the blowjob. Her experience was a short, depressing list of fumbling men in dark bedrooms. A woman’s mouth, a kiss—this was uncharted, profound.
She hesitated, a stiffening in her neck, a flicker of panic in her eyes.
Mona saw it. She didn’t pull away. Instead, her other hand came to rest on the small of Ellie’s back, a firm, anchoring pressure. “Just kiss me back, honey,” she whispered, her voice a low vibration against Ellie’s lips. “It’s just a kiss.”
The permission, the gentle command, broke the lock in Ellie’s joints. She let her mouth go soft, parting slightly. She kissed Mona back.
It was nothing like she expected. Mona’s lips were soft, moving with a slow, exploring confidence. The taste was complex, salty and foreign and deeply arousing. A low moan escaped Ellie, swallowed by Mona’s mouth. The kiss deepened, tongues touching, and the world outside the apartment dissolved completely.
Mona’s hands slid from Ellie’s jaw to her shoulders, then down her back, pulling the black t-shirt up. Ellie raised her arms obediently, shivering as the fabric was pulled over her head and discarded. The cool, lavender-tinged air touched her skin.
The practical, white cotton bra she’d put on that morning was now a pathetic contraption. Her breasts, swollen and heavy from days of the toy’s influence, overflowed the cups, the soft, pale flesh spilling from the top and sides. The central gore dug painfully into her sternum.
“Fuck me,” Mona breathed, breaking the kiss to look down. Her earlier predatory glee was gone, replaced by pure, unadulterated wonder. She hooked a finger under a straining bra strap and let it snap back against Ellie’s skin. “This isn’t right either. This isn’t… normal.”
Ellie said nothing. She watched Mona’s face, seeing the calculations click behind her grey eyes—the impossible cock, the overflowing breasts, the gaping, toy-stuffed cunt she’d seen moments before. The pieces didn’t fit a known picture.
“You’re not on drugs,” Mona stated, her voice certain now. She reached out, not for Ellie’s breasts, but to gently trace the angry red line the bra wire had left on the soft undercurve. Her touch was clinical and awed. “Something’s happening to you. Something’s changing you.”
Ellie remained silent, her secret a hard, humming weight in her core. She just stood there, half-naked and transformed, allowing Mona’s inquisitive gaze to roam over the physical evidence of a mystery she would not name.