With her eyes fluttering, Gamora’s
orgasm still crashed through her, setting her entire body rigid with pleasure.
After two days of gnawing restraint she finally had the release she had been
craving. She hadn’t noticed her form had turned nor did she hear her lovers
winced cries before they stopped but when she let her body relax the Xandarian
she had in her grasp collapsed dead face first into her translucent breasts. At
that moment Gamora regained her senses, her eyes going wide at the sight of a
perfect stranger wrapped around her legs and a bundle of tentacles coming from
her nipples. Shoving the corpse off her with enough force to send him across the
room Gamora looked to the end of the bed to find Heather on her side, her
reptilian eyes fluttering with a numb smile on her green lips.
“HEATHER!”
Slowly sitting up, Moondragon
looked almost drunk. Her smile never left her lips and she swayed while
sitting. Before Gamora grasped her by the shoulders to steady her. “Heather, we
have to leave. NOW!”
“Leave?... Why leave? It feels
soooo good.” Collapsing down into Gamora’s arms with a giggle, Heather moaned
and rubbed her stomach, nuzzling into her friend’s large cleavage. “I can… Feel
them, like little lights getting brighter and BRIGHTER and…” Suddenly sobering
and lifting herself off the curvaceous she-creature, Moondragon looked down at
her stomach and hitched a breath in her throat when it began to swell
underneath her clawed hand. Like a balloon her belly inflated larger and
rounder, forcing her legs to spread wider to make room for it while it filled
her lap. Arching her back Heather felt her breasts grow heavy, swelling larger
by at least a cup size if not more while the strained creak of her hip bones
widening filled her ears.
“I… I can feel them! BOTH OF
THEM!”
Looking down at her friend just
as she felt back on the bed Gamora gasped when she could make out two blurring
forms develop behind the translucent green flesh of Heather’s womb, rounding
out to look well past nine months in her pregnancy in just under a minute
Moondragon moaned and gasped, the rush of hormones clouding her mind once more
until her moans turned to hissed cries of pain when her water broke.
“Heather I’m right here, just
breath and push.” Grabbing her friend’s hand, she wasn’t surprised by Heather’s
new strength or the growling hiss she gave when her first born began to crown. However,
she soon found she couldn’t offer any help when she felt her own stomach began
to bloat and grow. “No! No no no no…” Clutching her own stomach she felt to
expand and grow heavy in her hands, her curves slowly catching up to her rapid
pregnancy when her breasts ballooned larger and her ass rounded out underneath
her. Ignoring Heathers cries of labour she looked down to see three forms grow
inside her belly. Her skin acting like a stained glass window for her to peer
into her own womb, just before she was distracted by her own labour and joined
her friend on her back.
*
Nearly an hour later the two had
made it back to Gamora’s home across the township of Knowhere, cradling their
newly born children to their chests, who suckled hungrily at their engorged
breasts. Unlike Gamora’s first time Heather managed to blanket their presence
from the people on the boardwalk and street, appearing invisible to their mind’s
eye while they ran naked back to home and shelter. Sitting heavily and cradling
her twin boys like a life line, Moondragon moaned in exhaustion, her head
leaning back to rest on the couch’s back, ignoring the sounds of her spines
piercing the leather behind her.
Holding her triplet sons close
Gamora leaned against the wall and closed the door behind her, sighing with
fatigue when her rear finally hit the floor softly. Looking around she didn’t see
her twin daughters anywhere, knowing full well they made a fair amount of noise
heading back.
“Siri? Nimbus? Where are you?”
Looking around she didn’t hear a reaction or response, something that worried
her greatly. She was about to get up when her attention was taken to the two
throbbing masses hanging from the ceiling, next to the withering cocoon Heather
had come out of. Seeing the silhuettes of her daughters in their own chrysalises
gave the green reptilian woman calm, her tentacle hair curling around her neck
and back before sleep finally claimed her.
Deep within her mind just when
dreams overtook her, Gamora heard the haughty chuckle of the voice in her head.
“This is just the beginning…”