This is still a story of the Becoming Monsters universe by Ai Loves, setting used with permission. All canonical and mechanical errors are my own. The yarrb is the exceedingly cute creation of FelisRandomis, used with permission.
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Chapter 63: Growing Pains
Sleeping in my own bed, arms around my own wife, allowed to have my own dreams… that was the stuff of legend. A hazy tale from multiple lifetimes ago, not meant for someone to actually experience. And yet, as I opened my eyes on this amazing Friday morning, there I was. There she was. We were where we belonged, spooned together, and despite all the problems that awaited, all was right in the world. This was how it should be.
My right arm was under her head, my bicep her pillow, but my left roamed. I felt her widening hips, rested on her burgeoning belly, but then it wandered up her body. It found something familiar, but much earlier than I thought it would. The enormous, plush pillow of Lucy’s breast had obviously increased in size from even the night before. Dramatically. She wasn’t going to be so huge as to immobilize her, as some sex demons could reach, but she was certainly not going to be at the bottom of the range of women in those pamphlets. And the bottom of the range had sizes that would have been in “jealous stare” territory five and a half years ago. There was a LOT of boob to explore, feeling like she was trying to smuggle stress balls the size of soccer balls by strapping them to her chest. Enormous, soft, and warm. My palm quite happily reported that it was in the most comfortable place in the universe, with no intention of ever leaving. An ever-so-gentle squeeze confirmed all of those thoughts while driving every OTHER thought out of my head.
She felt it, too, either the grip or my rising arousal. Sue me, I have tastes, and though Lucy always did check every box I had she was currently pasting a gold star over one of them. If her milk production kept up with her size, the next delivery to Japan wouldn’t need to come from nearly as far away. I mean, shoot, if…
Lucy chose that moment to roll over towards me, something she had done a thousand times to snuggle close. Under normal circumstances, my chin would end up resting right between her horns as she nestled into the crook of my neck, the rest of her body hugging close to mine. This time didn’t quite work that way, and my brain caught up to the fact that it wouldn’t about halfway through the process. Her boobs were not their prior size. I know I’ve said this, but it’s important. They weren’t their prior weight either, and it should be said that Succubus boobs were made from more resilient, therefore denser, stuff than Human ones. The second half of that roll happened significantly faster than the first, and carried way more momentum than even two days prior. The enormous mounds of bliss descended, striking my torso with force that was easily greater than the bullet that had been dispersed by my chainmail about 36 hours prior.
They knocked the breath out of my lungs in the sexiest way possible. I apparently managed to conceal it, though, since Lucy continued the motion. She didn’t settle for snuggling. One hand pulled down my pants enough for my rising hardness to spring free, the other smoothly removing her own panties. The roll continued as she pushed me onto my back, lifted a leg over me to straddle, and let her body descend on me until I was buried in her to the hilt. She was leaning forward on me, half letting her breasts rest on my chest and her swelling belly on mine, as she began the slow, delicious motion meant to be the best version of “good morning” possible.
When we were both close, she pushed herself up to fully sitting, taking me as deep as possible and showing me the true glory of the breasts she now possessed. Each was its own work of art, a masterpiece that would be the envy of the great masters of the past. They were enormous, almost perfectly round but with just enough sag to show they were real, and they danced hypnotically as she rode me into the bed. We came together, her back arched and her gaze went to the ceiling, her mouth in a silent “o” of bliss as she clamped down on me. She wasn’t the only one breathing hard as she looked down at me, not wanting to dismount just yet. A view that was significantly more obstructed than it used to be. “Looks like my growth wasn’t done, love.”
“I’ll say.” I’ll also drool over them.
She smirked. “You seem a bit distracted, Jay.”
My hands rose up almost of their own accord to press into the front of the huge boobs hanging in front of me. “I can’t possibly imagine why.” Ever so gently, I rubbed the much larger and much darker nipples.
She hissed in pleasure, once again clamping down on me on me just from that. “Yeah, I don’t know how, but they’ve managed to get even more sensitive than before. I’m not sure how wearing a bra or a shirt is going to work.”
“No offense, love, but we don’t have a bra in the apartment that has the slightest hope of containing you right now. These were the biggest in our team by a size or two a couple of days ago. They look twice as big now.”
She hefted one of them. “You might be right. Come shower with me? I kind of work with children all day, these are going to need to be controlled somehow and we need to brainstorm.”
How could I possibly say no to that? It took her a minute to get herself off of me, especially since she wasn’t trying to get herself off, but once she did the problems became more readily apparent. It wasn’t just her bras that wouldn’t fit. She had exactly two shirts large enough to fit over her expansive chest and still have enough cloth left to cover her navel, both of which had been night shirts. She just rarely wore them since she preferred to sleep nude and I had no objections to it. Her pants were also a near-complete loss. Only sweatpants and one with a loose elastic waist could get past her hips and butt.
Thankfully, the hospital was generally understanding about status issues, and this one was kind of undeniable in terms of proof. The weekend would hopefully be enough time to find bras meant for Holstaurs.
Lucy’s stance had understandably widened as her hips and thighs did. Her center of balance was further forward as well, and even the short distance between the bedroom and the bathroom had her wobbling a bit. Every time she turned too fast or leaned too far forward, I’d have to help get her straightened up. She was nothing if not adaptable, though, and was moving more smoothly by the time we got to the shower.
Lucy set the water as hot as it would go. The both of us were a bit heat-resistant, but once it came up she angled her body to face me and let the stream pound into her back for a bit, shifting around slightly to let it massage different spots. “Oh, that feels good. I can’t believe how hard moving these things is.”
I was applying soap to her as she blissed out in an improvised water massage. “Come on, it can’t be all THAT bad, love.” With that, I came up to my feet and lifted one of her boobs, seeking to scrub underneath it. This took two tries. Sure, the mountain of resilient flesh was both wet and soapy, which made it hard to get a grip on (but easy to massage). No, the problem came because it was, in fact, that bad.
The Status, that objective measure, told me my Strength score was 23. Enough that I had to use reinforced bars at the gym to get my maximums. One-handing that single boob took EFFORT. I was flexing to get it to move, bending my knees to get more into it. Looking up into her face, I could see her smirk. The one that simultaneously said “that feels good” and “I told you so” without a word needing to be sent through the air. The smirk vanished in another haze of pleasure when I thumbed both of her nipples. No, I don’t play fair, why do you ask?
Then again, karma. She leaned forward into it, and I was teasing her most sensitive areas instead of supporting her weight. She leaned forward into the feeling with weakening knees and overbalanced. Realizing this at the last second, she reflexively reached out for the closest thing she could to get a grip on and stabilize herself. Large enough for her hand, hard enough to feel like it was providing support. Her reflexes found one, too. Unfortunately, what she found was my dick. She grabbed it and pulled herself back to vertical. A half-scream followed shortly from my lips. The rest of the shower was significantly less flirty.
We eventually got out and got dressed (ish). There wasn’t all that much that would fit over her new chest, but one of my shirts worked for now. We could think about it more after breakfast. It was still a bit earlier than normal, we’d gotten each other going in more ways than one, but even so it was a hair unusual to not hear anything from the other six women living in this apartment. Especially after the rather undignified sounds I had just made. Gloria and Emily, at least, were both in the habit of waking well before the sun. Lucy started pulling out ingredients for breakfast while I got the coffee started, but then I needed to check on the others. We did still have work to do.
I found part of the answer waiting in the hall bathroom. Paige was there, leaning over the toilet and retching. “Paige? You okay?”
“Ugh…” That didn’t sound very good, and she was not looking very peppy. “I don’t know what’s going on, just feeling nauseous this morning out of nowhere. It’s getting late, isn’t it, the team needs me.” She stood straight, and then I noticed something else. Lucy wasn’t the only one who had been undergoing changes. Though Paige’s abs were still deliciously firm, her own hips had widened a bit and her breasts had also plumped up. Did it have an amazing effect on her figure? Absolutely. Was it also COMPLETELY NONSENSICAL, since she wasn’t the one who was pregnant? Well, yes, but in the Status, no. That’s when I started to get a really nasty suspicion in my head. The ladies had synced up their Hungers and even their periods. Could this also have done it?
When I entered the sleeping room to turn on the lights and get them moving, I found out the answer. Absolutely, 100% and without a doubt, yes. Five women were groggily climbing their way out of bed, stumbling over each other. Not one single pair of boobs there was within two sizes of where it started yesterday. There was an enormous amount of consternation as they scrambled to get dressed, Gloria rushing to the kitchen with much less than her normal agility and grace, Sarah and and Whitney stumbling towards the bathroom to repeat Paige’s retching. Emily stared at her bust line, having to focus hard to change herself back to something resembling her previous size. And then… Amber.
Amber Nichols had lived most of the last five years under a curse that warped her body to suit her lover. Although I’d managed to dispel it at fairly intense personal cost, her shape was based on my preferences. It seemed that this made her just a bit more malleable than the others. Including the Succubus whose nature amplified the sexuality of everything she did. Lucy had a bustline that had been propelled at least halfway through the alphabet. Amber’s own had started from one or two cups behind Lucy’s, but seemed to have taken this as a challenge. While her hips and rear had certainly widened a bit, her boobs had inflated to proportions that almost left the rest of her in the dust. She was face-down on the bed but on her knees, unable to lift her torso up as at least two or three feet of boob splayed on the bed itself. As much as she wiggled and tried to get herself up, she simply couldn’t move from the bed. “Jay, is that you?” She looked over her shoulder. “Yep, okay. You, get up here and freaking DO ME! I can’t think straight, get your dick inside me and paint my womb white!”
Well, that was direct. The others took one look at what was happening and decided to vacate the room, whether pursuing breakfast or clothing. Me? Ever the gentleman, I climbed up and got to her. She couldn’t exactly move herself around as easily despite her extra limbs to push with, but she was, if anything, even more horny and sensitive than before. Which, considering that had been shaped by a man who loved seeing his women orgasm early and often (me), meant she began to orgasm as soon as I bottomed out in her and basically didn’t stop for the next ten minutes as I pushed her into the cushions now strapped to her chest. She constantly bounced against me, the friction of the bed sheets and the deep sensation of her incredibly sensitive breasts driving her wild. Even having just been quite thoroughly drained by Lucy, I wasn’t going to last forever against this. When I came, it was with considerable force and volume, firing deep into her and filling her to the absolute brim.
She stopped thrashing about then, and I was afraid I’d hurt her. Suffocated against her own boobs, mind broken by the raw number of orgasms, twisted by the odd positions. I needn’t have worried about her, though, she was smiling bigger than I’d ever seen her. Smiling, panting, and in full possession of her consciousness. Post-nut clarity being an amazing thing, we quickly worked out that I would share Shapeshifting with her, and she’d push herself with it as hard as possible to reduce her breast size and shift other weight around to where it might be easier to carry. What resulted was not exactly easy to deal with, but at least could be carried around. Even if they rested in her lap while she sat cross-legged at the breakfast table. Gloria hadn’t gotten fancy with breakfast, instead opting to scramble enough eggs to feed a legion with enough herbs and spices to kill the less hardy members of that legion and sufficient tater tots to make me wonder where exactly we’d gotten them.
So. Awkwardness. We had thirty minutes to get dressed if we wanted to get to work on time. This would require bras for most of us, though that could MOSTLY be solved by sharing Shapeshifting again combined with everyone handing theirs down to the next-smallest person. Amber would be immobilized the second I moved out of Sapphire Radius range, though Emily could sustain her own. She was therefore making sure to take care of things that would take mobility As soon as any of the others ran low on mana, they’d have some awkward explaining to do. If I ran low, they were all about to bust out simultaneously. I shouldn’t unless I had to do Cursebreaker things, but still. Sarah wouldn’t be able to benefit since she’d be in the vault, but on the flip side she fit into one of Whitney’s bras with just some adjusting.
The ladies weren’t the only ones adjusting. They were all hornier and curvier than ever before, which was making ME hornier. I wanted nothing more than to drag them all back to the bedroom one by one, screwing them all unconscious in turn and then repeating it again as they woke up again. I needed to not let that desire anywhere near where my Aura could pick it up. If I let it out, it wouldn’t much matter what I wanted or not. The power of my Aura could put someone to sleep through the adrenaline of combat, and had. What it could do with my lust when all of them were already fondling overly-sensitive boobs didn’t need describing.
I got up from the table and splashed some cold water on my face. Had to focus. We got ourselves ready to at least a semi-respectable degree, made sure Amber had everything she needed within arm’s reach, and got moving. We walked into the Hospital staff entrance, and to say that we drew stares was an understatement. I could see the raindrop patterning of my ladies’ auras as the attention fed them, helping keep some pep in their step as they went off to their jobs. I took a left and went off to mine.
So, picture this. Your last 36 hours just consisted of guard duty, a fight to the death, almost getting shot by police, interrogations, lawyers, and getting chewed out by your wife and a journalist. Followed by desperately trying to get people clothed and their minds right, and some sex in there in a few places. You get to work wanting to put in a good day’s effort helping save some lives, get to your desk, and find it empty. No network diagrams. No notebooks. No call rosters. Most notably, no laptop. Kind of hard for an IT guy to do the job without those. I hadn’t ever bothered bringing pictures , decorations, trophies, or other personalizations besides a name tag. Then again, the name tag was also missing.
No note, no notice, and everyone else was carrying on like nothing was different. Little things kept on coming up and they needed doing, so the others were taking care of it. Nothing else for it, time to talk to the manager. I knocked on his door. “Sir? A moment of your time?”
Ethan Smith, the hospital IT manager, looked my way. “Jeremiah, you decided to show up today.”
“Yes sir. Yesterday got complicated, but today nothing stopped me.” I stepped into the room.
“Fascinating.” He did not feel fascinated. He had already decided how this conversation was going to go. “The problem is, of course, that you didn’t tell me yesterday. So I didn’t know. At least, not until I got home and turned on the news.”
I winced. “For what it’s worth, they attacked us.”
“Just like the ninjas. Except this time, you stacked three bodies, including one Angelic that’s going to have a closed-casket funeral due to a hole in his heart matching the shape of your sword.” He sighed. “Jeremiah, we literally just had a conversation about this two days ago. The last time you showed up to work. You were hired for IT and to fight monsters. We don’t hire mercenaries. That’s not what we wanted. I don’t care what Mr. Godfrey paid you or what favor you owed. That’s public now.”
“Yes, sir. That’s… part of why I want to get back to the business of saving lives.”
“I do not think you understand what I’m saying, and since you’re usually good at that I’m going to assume that it’s because you’re preoccupied. Maybe by the lives your team took. Your services will not be needed here any longer. Neither will Ms. Whitney Cunningham, who was also on the scene with you. Your desk has already been cleared while you were in jail. There were no personal possessions in it to complicate matters.”
My heart dropped. There were eight of us in that household, and by the terms of our rental agreement that meant we needed to be working 160 total hours a week minimum at the hospital or other nearby emergency services. Lucy was about to not be able to work, and Sarah could not physically manage eighty a week by herself. I didn’t know how long we had, but we would not be able to keep up. “Sir… I need to think about this for a bit. You can’t know what you just dropped on me.”
“You live in the apartments, I know exactly what I just dropped on you. As part of my discussion with my boss yesterday, we pulled up the records for all five of you, and you were already running behind on hours. A warning is probably in your mail box right now. But now you won’t be able to make good on it. You had best find another place to live. Rapidly. The eviction notice will likely be on your door by the time you get home, and since you moved in less than sixty days ago along with still being in your trial period it will be a 24 hours notice. You two will be permitted to contract individually in the future as you were before if it comes up.”
Silence hung in the air. “My wife is pregnant, and as a result my entire Guild is having Status issues which may complicate the process. The Office of Racial Cooperation will have words about this.” I needed any sliver of extra time I could get, and ORC was the government agency that often assisted with Status matters.
“You just learned she was pregnant last week and she’s a Succubus, not an Apis. You have months on the clock. I suggest you go. Now.”
I turned and left the office for the last time. This had been a good thought, but in the end I fell prey to the same thing that had plagued me before the adventures started. The life of a Delver was one largely incompatible with anything resembling normal, and the ones who managed to have it both ways were the exception. Not the norm. It seemed that this time, I was not going to prove to be the exception.
As I walked out of the Information Technology office, my mind turned briefly towards revenue. Two of us losing this job would mean a lot of pay not going to the coffers… but then I realized that wasn’t it. We had money, or at least enough of it for now. That wasn’t going to solve this one. No, the issue now was going to be trying to find housing for eight adults, one child, and a yarrb centrally located in Seattle within the next 24 hours so that we could actually move our increasingly-complicated stuff to it.
Whitney was waiting for me at the staff entrance. She didn’t need to say it. We both knew what was up, and we both know further words were not needed. Just two people who had stared death in the face having a short walk home. I sent the message out to the group telling them what happened and where we were headed, just so that Lucy wouldn’t look for me in the cafeteria at lunch. Life moved on.
A shadow like a cloud passing in front of the sun passed over us, and then there were three. Agnes the Silver Dragon gently descended from the sky in humanoid form, her wings flapping to soften the landing then folding up behind her. “Mr. Kithkin, I wasn’t expecting you out here. Gloria said she had firmer numbers for me so that we can finalize your tax burden.”
I started laughing. It was a bitter kind of thing, painful, but it was a laugh. “I’m afraid that just got complicated again, twice in the last 48 hours.”
“Is this about the incident at the zoo?” She seemed put out. I would be, too, if I’d gone from having an assignment completed to what I was about to tell her.
“I wish. Do legal fees count as business expenses when stemming from guarding an area?”
She thought for a moment. “As long as it was entirely or mostly a Guild action, yes.”
“Then I’m going to have a business expense to add to it at some point in the near future. Also, my family is being evicted, so I need to find a new place immediately.”
“Evicted? I certainly didn’t expect you to say that, what could possibly result in that?”
“When I tell you it’s a long story, please understand how much it takes to clear the threshold for that statement.”
She pondered a bit more. “Yes, I can take that to the bank… wait. I may actually have a potential solution. Call it a large home with extensive guest rooms that was recently constructed in the area. Let’s go and do what we need to here, but afterwards? I recommend a brief trip to the bank.”
