Jim felt like an antacid tablet bubbling away in a glass of water. Smaller, smaller he dissolved, surrounded by swelling bubbles.
Bubbles. They were growing large around him, big, round and clear, but with little dark spots in their centre. They looked distantly familiar, some dusty old diagram in a forgotten textbook... but remembering such things was long beyond him now. His memory, like everything else had dissolved.
He struggled to keep it, of course, but was like a fish squirming on a ship's deck. Everything disappeared in a mist of bubbles. It was all gone, J-I-M... not anymore.
~*~*~Tifa wheezed as she collapsed back down on the bed. She had already lost well over a foot in height, and her breasts- while still immense practically beyond belief- were slowly shrinking back. This only magnified the continued growth in her stomach, which now parted the two globular endowments, and bulged out over her thighs, bellybutton beginning to curve outwards from the pressure within.
This one was a twinner- she could feel it. She could always tell when they decided to split apart inside her, doubling, tripling, or quadrupling themselves into identical copies. It tickled endlessly. She rubbed her bloated side calmly to sooth the teeming life inside.
The ache of sleep rippled up through her plump cheeks and spin as she sunk deeper into the mattress of the bed. The thought of curling up and taking a nice week-long nap was appealing, but she knew she couldn't. She abhorred the overwhelming fatigue that followed one of these missions. Moments ago she had been flooded with energy, transforming her into a dreamy giantess, but as it departed from her system, she felt like a cat; ready to nap.
But she couldn't. Last time she'd fallen asleep after a job she awoke surrounded by stunned law enforcers and pinned to the ground by her own gravidity. She stood again, still uncertain, and waddled towards the pile of her clothes in the corner of the room. She was close to her normal height now, and her top was always ready to cope with the swelling of her bosom and belly.
Her cell-phone was already beginning to hum as she slipped her clothes back on. She let it vibrate away unheeded. She knew very well what it had to say, and she was going to do it anyway.
"I know, I know..." she muttered to herself. "Back to..."
Fri Apr 20 18:17:49 2007