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Phoebe took me into the shower/tub thing in the bathroom and looked around, then nodded and said, "This'll do. Help me out of this, will you?"
I knew damn well she didn't need my help to undress but I'd just promised to have fun so I stepped up as she turned her back on me. I was fascinated to see her gain almost two feet in height as she turned, her chest shrinking dramatically in the process. It put her at almost my height, and the clasp and weird not-quite-velcro seam at my fingertips.
I pulled it apart to reveal a green back that seemed surprisingly muscular. The layout of those muscles was familiar to me, unsurprising as she was bipedal with two arms and two legs, just like a human. She needed to move in all the same ways I did, so the fact that the muscles were laid out in a similar way made complete sense.
What didn't make sense was how they shifted and grew more defined while I watched. Phoebe glanced back at me and said, "I never get tired of seeing that shocked expression on your face."
Rather than answer, I set a hand on her shoulder and ran the other up over her back. They felt real enough until I applied pressure. Where normal muscle would shift and soften, hers deflated, though her groans were certainly getting-a-good-massage worthy. Once I moved my fingers, I watched in fascination as her muscle smoothly swelled up again.
"You'll find this difficult to believe, but most people can't do that," she said.
"Do what?"
"Force my prima out of my muscles."
"Didn't sound like I was hurting you."
She shook her head, turning to face me. All eight of her nipples were a bit swollen despite the fact that she was now sporting breasts that might actually have been proportional to her frame. I looked her up and down, noting that in this configuration she was rather svelt.
"You just run the gamut, don't you?" I asked.
Nodding, she said, "I can be any size and shape you like."
"So why have you been wandering around with all your prima in your tits?"
"It wasn't. I kept a lot in my ass too, otherwise I'd have fallen over," she said with a sharkish grin. "You just didn't notice because once I was up on the bed I shifted it forward."
"You didn't answer my question," I said, sliding hands around her hips to her ass, which felt traditionally muscular until I gave her cheeks a hard squeeze.
Her butt shrank under my hands and her eyes crossed as her mouth — open to answer me — slackened. She made a noise I can only call distracted before her eyes sharpened on me again. She said, "I did, actually. I said, 'I can be any size and shape you like.'"
"I like this."
"That's because I'm naked and in your hands. When I look more ... normalish — I suppose would be the word — your eyes slide past me. But when I'm funbags from the collar down, you stare."
"That doesn't mean I-"
"AND you start putting out fuck me pheromones. Remember, Taz: I might not have a packwren nose but dolls have keen senses, even out of water. You can lie to me about a lot, but not about what turns you on. You, for whatever reason, really like massive boobs. I think it's cute ... and if I want them to be mine are the biggest around."
"Speaking of which?" I said, giving her a pointed look up and down.
She smiled and said, "Ah yeah, I did promise you a show, didn't I."
Phoebe stepped out of my arms, pulled down one of the shower wands, and adroitly spun off the sprayer, which she set aside. She then tested the threads with her fingertip, seemed satisfied, and offered it to me as she asked, "Want to put it in?"
"Uh ... where?" I asked, looking her up and down.
"Well ... you can't fuck me if you put it here," she said, spreading her labia in a deliberately lewd display I quite enjoyed. "And I can't talk if it goes down my throat, so ..."
She turned around, bent forward, and I watched her boobs rapidly increase in size again, all that mass moving from her ass, which slimmed down until it revealed the puckered ring of her asshole.
I had to step forward to wrap an arm under her hips as her center of gravity shifted too far and she started to go, but she only giggled and said, "Hehe, I knew you'd catch me. Come on, push it in."
"Don't try this at home, folks," I muttered wryly to myself as I looked at the threads at the end of the hose, which turned out to be some sort of plastic. Even with a hard press of my thumb they didn't feel like they'd cut, which was probably the same test Phoebe had done a moment earlier.
I caught her watching me and raised an eyebrow.
"I love being right," she said with that wide, toothy grin of hers. "It's safe enough, Taz. Remember, I've done SDM for quite a while now. I've stayed in these suites before. If there's kinky shit to be done, I've probably done it here."
"Well, shoving a water hose up a girl's ass definitely qualifies as kinky," I said, still bemused as I pressed the end to the pucker, thought a moment, then put a finger in first.
Given she was an alien, it didn't even really occur to me until after I had my finger three knuckles into her backside that she might not be clean, but all I felt was a wet heat that was ... probably normal. I don't know, but Phoebe shuddered and said, "Aw, you're even going to open me up to spare me the threads. So courteous."
Taking her words as a hint, I exerted pressure on the lower edge of her sphincter and she made a pleased throat noise as her asshole spread open. I'm pretty sure had I done this with a human girl she'd be incredibly uncomfortable with this, but Phoebe clearly wasn't and I decided to just ... do what she told me to. This was her session, after all.
Finger and thumb inching it along, I pressed the tube into her butt as I asked, "How far in?"
"Oh, half a foot or so should be fine," she said in a conversational tone utterly at odds with what was going on.
"It occurs to me that you could have done this yourself," I noted.
"I can also masturbate, but that isn't why either of us is here," she tartly replied.
Estimating I had it about six inches in, I let her go and she wobbled, then wrenched herself backward to keep from falling on her face ... well, her boobs.
I held out an arm and she fell into it, giving me a narrow-eyed expression that looked really exaggerated with her huge blue eyes. I only saw that later as I got what I wanted out of the move. Her tits bounced in a way that made me grin.
She must have decided to let it go because she said, "All right, Taz. I'm going to control this as much as I can, but if you want, you can play with me. I know you're weird about this sort of thing so you don't have to, only remember that-"
"I'll do what you tell me to without question. You have my word," I said.
She nodded, then glanced meaningfully at the taps as she said, "Not hot."
"This may very well be the weirdest thing I have ever done," I said absently as I reached over and pulled the lever for the cold water a quarter of the way out.
She raised an eyebrow at me and said, "Unless you want us to be here all day, more."
I gave the tap another quarter pull, and she smirked at me and said, "Wuss."
Annoyed, I opened it all the way up and she jolted a bit, then gave me a grin full of teeth as she said, "Thaaat's the way."
For a few seconds, nothing really happened. I could hear the water, but that was it. She and I stared at one another, and I eventually noticed Phoebe getting taller. She'd started at four foot nothing, but was now four and a half feet tall and still getting taller. Her boobs were still just as massive, and she was standing with her feet spread a bit and one hand on the wall to balance as she gave me that cocky shark's grin.
"Woah."
I was mesmerized. What I was seeing didn't seem possible. Granted, everything about Phoebe challenged my sense of normalcy, but I'd accepted the idea that she had a lot of extra fluid inside her she could move around. That didn't mean I was used to seeing it happen.
I asked, "So ... is that going into your stomach or what?"
She shook her head and said, "All my orifices are multi-purpose. I can shunt incoming fluids into my interstitium from anywhere.
"'Interstitium?'"
"It's the fluid-filled space between the hypoderm and organs. Everyone has it."
"If you say so. That kind of biology was never really my ... focus."
As we talked, I watched as she just kept growing taller. It wasn't exactly a fast process and seemed to be getting slower, but she was growing another inch every twenty seconds or so.
Her eyes were on me and she was silent now, watching. I knew she was waiting to see what I would do, and since I had no reason not to further explore I reached out and set a hand on the upper slope of one of her breasts. I could feel a subtle fluid rush under my fingertips and said, "That's wild. And it doesn't hurt at all?"
She shook her head and said, "Not a bit. It actually feels really good. My species grows throughout life, but that growth isn't linear or stable. It's more of a ... capacity, for growth."
"So the older you get ... the bigger you can be?" I asked, and she nodded, getting close to my height.
She said, "Are the technical aspects of this really that interesting?"
In answer I stepped in close, wrapped an arm around to cup her ass, then gave the mountain of titflesh in my other hand a slow squeeze.
Her eyes lost focus and her eyelids drooped a bit, but my hand sank in so far that it was clear there wasn't really enough tension there yet to get her more than pleasantly distracted.
I squeezed her ass and she showed her teeth in a grin. I felt her butt cheek push back along with the rush of a current of fluid under flesh that swelled against my hand.
"Hmhm ... fun, aren't I?" she asked teasingly, and her tongue slipped from between her teeth to flick my cheek. It was long and supple, but I wasn't tempted to kiss her because yeah, shark teeth.
Instead, I squared up with her and pressed myself into her once she reached my height. I'd been rigid for a while, and wasn't about to miss this.
Her insides were cool, almost cold, though her slit was silky and dry. Yet I could feel the rush of the water flooding into her right past the head of my cock and it was really intense. Like, zero to sixty in two point two intense.
I started to pull out again but she wrapped her arms around my hips and caught my ass with both hands, slamming me back inside as she hissed, "What's the matter? Too much?"
"Way too much!" I grunted, almost too overwhelmed by sensation to notice that she actually had the strength to keep me pinned to her.
I glanced down at her arms and saw they were corded with muscle that bulged and writhed as she strengthened her hold on me. Those nubby claws of hers dug painfully into my butt as she turned to pin me against the wall, eyes intent on me as she said, "Can you last? How long? A minute ... less?"
Less. It was definitely less. Don't ask me how much less, but it was less.
I came hard and it genuinely felt like I'd been tortured into orgasm.
She cooed as she felt me spurt, then lifted my chin with one hand. It was only then that I realized she was now half a foot taller than I was. She said, "Do remember: you put it in. All I did was finish what you started."
She leaned in, nipped my ear, and whispered, "Maybe next time I tell you not to press my full belly you'll remember this, mmm?"
Phoebe was now so tall that I'd slipped back out of her and were it not for the fact that my face was about to disappear between her tits I might have fallen over. My legs were that shaky. I said, "You ... did that to get back at me?"
"Not really. I actually loved what you did, but I did say not to do it. You get the kind of energy you produce, you know? Be merciless, get no mercy."
And with that, my head was completely enveloped in boobs the size of medicine balls. I also noticed there was more tension in her skin now.
With post-nut clarity, I realized Phoebe wasn't actually reprimanding me. She was telling me what she wanted. No mercy ... you get the kind of energy you produce? Well, if that was the case ... I was pretty good at being merciless.
It might even be what I was best at.
I wrapped my arms around her, locked my hands, and squeezed.
"Nn ... NNn!"
Phoebe bowed backward, though her tits just settled over my shoulders and didn't let me free. But I felt the water flow readjusting inside her. I squeezed harder, then harder still, and felt her ass begin swelling dramatically as the flow to her upper body stalled.
"If you don't say something, I'm going to let you go," I said, and was gratified when she immediately answered.
"Don't you dare. I've ... never been squeezed so tight! It's like you're wrapping your arms around my spine!"
It was beginning to feel like that to me too, and it worried me ... but Phoebe'd sounded ecstatic. I don't think I've ever experienced such a disconnect between the content of speech and its inflection. It was painfully obvious that she was loving what I was doing, when what I was doing would quite literally kill a normal person.
Then again, what was normal? It certainly wasn't me ... or her.
So I shifted, spreading my legs for better leverage, and slid my hands past each other, inching them along until I caught my elbows. Once I had them, I hauled in with every ounce of strength in my body.
As I did, I actually did feel the bones of her spine pressing against my forearms, but instead of breaking her back, what I seemed to be doing was simply spreading her vertebrae apart. They literally seemed to fold around my arms both above and below. Her body bent completely backward as though I truly had broken her back, and I finally saw the light again as her boobs hauled her upper body back and down until she was folded over my arms like one of those noodle balloons when squeezed hard in the middle. Whatever organs were supposed to be there obviously had enough freedom to slide out of harm's way, and in the next moment I was completely drenched from the waist down as Phoebe let out an unintelligible shriek of pleasure. Whatever water and fluid she had in her lower body flooded out with dramatic force. She just hung limp in my arms as the weight distribution rapidly shifted with the loss.
Eventually, I eased up, pulling her legs out from under her back so she wasn't literally folded in half, and looked down at her curiously as she lay in the bottom of the tub.
All that fluid that was in her upper body seemed to rush to her lower half until there was some semblance of balance again, and it left her looking somewhat normal ... but only for a moment.
The shower hose was still inside her, and the water was still flowing.
The absolutely blissed-out expression on Phoebe's face told me she was checked out and doing nothing to control the flow. As I watched, it began to distend her belly more than anything, and I sat on the bench next to the tap to watch.
I considered turning the water off as she seemed pretty much insensate at the moment, but since I knew how much more she could take and that she was nowhere near that limit I decided to let it ride for a little while to see what happened.
Her belly just kept expanding is what happened. It eventually got so big I started to worry a bit as she still seemed completely out of it, so I turned the water off and moved around the bench to sit next to her head, waiting for her to recover.
Phoebe's eyes were glazed, her jaw was slack, and her black tongue was limp on the tile. I noted in passing it was at least eight inches long and forked for the last two of those inches.
After several minutes passed, I reached out and prodded Phoebe's cheek gently with my toe as I asked, "You dead?"
I knew she wasn't dead because I could see her breathing, but I'm not known for my bedside manner.
I got no real response, so I sighed and stepped over her and out of the tub, absently grabbing a towel and wrapping it twice around myself as I walked out into the main area and said, "I think I broke Phoebe."
Pala was the only one in the room and glanced up from her data pad, one tan eyebrow lifting as she looked curiously at me, then past me as she asked, "Is she breathing?"
"Yeah."
"Then you didn't break her. You probably just paralyzed her."
"You say that like it's not a big deal."
"Well, for a doll it really isn't. Most of her internal structures aren't actually breakable. What did you squeeze, her spine?"
I gave her an incredulous look and waved my hand toward the bathroom as I said, "Will you just get in here and tell me if I did something wrong? I have no fucking clue, but she said if she couldn't talk anymore I needed to stop, so I did."
Pala tossed the data pad aside and stood, then strolled past me, a studious lack of concern on her face.
Trying to get with whatever program she was on, I walked after her. She stepped into the bathroom, opened the shower door, and started laughing. I looked around her hip and saw Phoebe in pretty much the same position. Her belly made her look like she was a year overdue to have the octuplets and her expression was still slack-jawed, tongue lolling, eyes glazed.
"You laughing kinda tells me I shouldn't be concerned," I said dryly.
"You did right to turn the water off," Pala said, leaning against the wall as she folded her arms, a feral grin on her face as she looked down at Phoebe. "It's a shame livestock in the audience can't vote, or you'd have every doll rooting for you for the rest of the show."
"Isn't it sad to you that a doll's best friend is a metal press?" I asked, waving a hand at her. "There was no skill involved in this. All I did was squeeze her until she ..."
I trailed off, not certain how to describe the scene, but Pala had no trouble with it.
"Came literal buckets, yes. So I see," Pala said, glancing from the comatose Phoebe to me. "Don't underestimate the accomplishment. It takes a great deal of raw power to do something like this to a doll. I certainly couldn't do it. A borealan could, but the chances are good they'd wind up shredding any doll crazy enough to ask. Another doll is strong enough, but they aren't hard enough."
"Dolls are really that strong?" I asked.
"When properly inflated and in control, a mature doll is stronger than any other livestock, including a borealan. They're just delicate at the requisite pressures, so their strength isn't really useful for combat."
"So what do I do about Phoebe?" I asked, looking toward her. "Should I press on her or something?"
"I wouldn't. I was right, she's paralyzed. She can hear us, but I doubt she'll remember what we're saying. If you push on that bulge there's no telling where it'll go and it is possible to do her harm. If she were just asleep looking like that you could play with her all you wanted, but she's way past sleep right now. She's living in a frozen moment, stuck at the height of pleasure."
"That sounds more like a drug reaction than an orgasm."
Pala shrugged and crooked a finger for me to follow her as she said, "You're not wrong. It just has to do with the way dolls are wired. She'll ride that high for most of an hour before she starts to come out of it. Like I said, don't worry. What's going on now is probably what she really wanted from you all along."
I turned away from the shower but glanced back, frowning. Phoebe had practically told me to do what I had done, but still. I could only hope I hadn't just given one of my allies an addiction.