Chapter 4: Gamma Spiral
The fluorescent light buzzed overhead like a trapped fly. Lewis froze, every muscle locking tight. Professor Rygell went utterly rigid against him, her massive green body pressed flush to his back, her monstrous cock still buried deep inside him, pulsing with residual heat. The scent of her release, his fear-sweat, and stale disinfectant hung thick in the cramped air.
Footsteps clicked on the tile outside their stall, slow and deliberate. "Professor?" Allyssa's voice called again, that honeyed Southern drawl laced with false concern and sharp curiosity. "I heard a real commotion in here. Sounded like a damn bear wrestlin' a dumpster. Y'all okay in there?" Her shadow fell across the gap beneath the stall door – tall, imposing.
Lewis’s heart hammered against his ribs, a trapped bird trying to escape. He felt Rygell’s breath, hot and ragged, gust against the back of his neck. Her grip on his hip tightened, claws pricking his skin, holding him firmly impaled. He couldn't move. Couldn't speak. Terror had stolen his voice.
Rygell shifted infinitesimally. "Fine." The word rumbled out of her, a gravelly approximation of her normal voice, thick with post-coital exhaustion and simmering fury. It sounded alien, monstrous. "Private matter. Leave."
A low chuckle echoed outside. "Doesn't sound fine, Professor. Sounds like someone’s hurt. Or… busy." The shadow shifted. Lewis saw the tips of sturdy leather boots turn towards their stall. "Door don't look so good neither. Y'all need help?"
"No!" Rygell snarled, the sound vibrating through Lewis’s body. Her cock twitched inside him, a fresh wave of slick heat making his abused muscles clench. "Get out!"
"Now, now, Doctor," Allyssa purred, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper that carried easily. "That ain't no way to treat an old friend. Especially one who knows your… little secret." The latch rattled. Lewis choked back a whimper. "Lewis? That you in there with her? Oh, honey, you always did land yourself in the strangest pickles."
The latch clicked. The door groaned as Allyssa pushed it inwards. It only opened a few inches, stopped by Rygell’s massive green foot planted firmly against it. Through the gap, Lewis caught a glimpse: vibrant emerald skin, startlingly similar to Rygell’s transformed state, but perhaps slightly leaner, more athletic. Allyssa’s eyes, glowing the same viridian fire, met his. Her gaze swept down his exposed back, Rygell’s possessive arm wrapped around his torso, the ruined jeans around his knees, the glistening green thigh pressed tight against his ass. Her lips curled into a predatory smile, revealing sharpened teeth.
"Well, ain't this a sight," she drawled, her voice dripping with venomous amusement. "Professor Rygell, balls-deep in my little runaway. Guess he couldn't resist the upgrade, huh, Lewis? Though," she added, her eyes raking critically over Rygell’s straining form, "looks like you’re still workin’ out the kinks, Doctor. Bit unstable, are we?"
Rygell unleashed a guttural roar of pure rage. The sound was deafening in the small space. The veins beneath her green skin flared violently crimson, pulsing with unstable gamma energy. Lewis felt her cock swell again inside him, thickening impossibly, stretching him beyond what he thought possible. The raw power radiating from her was suffocating.
"Yours?!" Rygell bellowed, her voice cracking the tile near her head. She shoved Lewis aside with terrifying ease. He stumbled, crashing painfully against the toilet, scrambling to pull up his torn jeans. Rygell turned fully towards the door, her transformation surging with her fury. Her muscles bulged, sinews standing out like cables. Her height seemed to increase, forcing her to hunch under the low ceiling. Green skin darkened to a deeper, forest hue. Her cock, already inhuman, thickened and lengthened further, jutting aggressively between her massive, powerful thighs. The last remnants of her shredded clothing fell away completely. "He is MINE!"
Allyssa didn't flinch. Her own eyes blazed brighter. "We'll see about that, sugar." She planted both hands on the damaged stall door. With a screech of tearing metal, she ripped it clean off its hinges, flinging it clattering down the row of stalls.
The two she-hulks faced each other in the narrow aisle, the shattered remnants of the stall around them. Lewis shrank back, pressed against the cold porcelain of the toilet tank, forgotten for the moment. Allyssa was stunningly powerful – easily seven feet tall, muscles sculpted like an Olympic athlete carved from jade, her athletic wear straining at the seams.