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On Verli - Chapter 3
🕑 Added 2017-02-25 20:21:53 +0000 UTCAnother tug on her breasts. Another egg forced from her body. No matter how many eggs she laid, no matter how much sap was removed from her eight breasts, it never slowed. It never ended.
Ana didn’t know how long she was there for. Months? Years? It had to have been a while; her once shoulder-length hair had grown to pool on the floor.
She never ate, drank, or slept, but also never felt hungry, thirsty, or tired. Her mind had withdrawn into something like a coma to protect her own sanity against the monotony. For all it mattered, she was nothing but a machine.
Now and then, she ‘woke up’. The egg laying and sap making never stopped, even then, but she tried. She tried to force herself to stop laying eggs, but it was as if she lacked the muscle to control it anymore. She just couldn’t stop.
That is, until one day. During one of her lucid spells she tried to stop it, like she did often times before. She willed as hard as she could to force her vagina shut and to stop laying the blasted eggs. Nothing seemed to happen at first. Then, the skin on her belly felt uncomfortable, taut even. Quickly, she noticed that her exercise ball of a belly was growing again, for the first time since she was cursed with this task. It was growing because she had actually managed to stop laying, but her body kept producing.
She released the eggs, letting them fall from her once more, and her belly stopped growing - though it stayed at its expanded size. It was only an inch larger in diameter, but it was different. It had changed. She had done something. Somehow. She stopped the eggs and again her belly grew. Inch after inch, she grew. In a way, it was arousing – a perverse Stockholm Syndrome-esque effect of her imprisonment. Soon, though, her belly was taller than she was, and her skin started to burn. She let the eggs go once more.
Ana was in an awkward angle now, her belly looming over her as she rested on her elbows. Her breasts, each the size of her head and perfectly round, only added to the weight of her body. She watched the sap flow from each elongated, thumb-length nipple. She noticed the pain in her belly had faded and her skin looked supple as ever. Could that sap be to blame for that? She was told it had healing properties. If it was inside of her too, not just in her breasts, but elsewhere, then that could explain her ability to recover so quickly.
So, then, why could she suddenly stop her egg laying? She couldn’t before. As a point to herself, she let her belly grow once more, now six feet in diameter before she resumed her egg laying. She shuddered, the feeling of growth sending pleasure through her. She found it a shame that she couldn’t do that with her breasts as well.
And then her breasts began to tingle. Pressure built behind her nipples as she realized the tubes weren’t full of sap anymore. She felt the rhythmic tug of the pumps, but nothing came out. Her breasts swelled, tighter and tighter, larger and larger. Her original two breasts soon were in her face, her torso running out of room for her massive belly and these eight giant boobs. She urged them to release again, and they did. Like her belly, they didn’t shrink. Also like her belly, the growth in her breasts was extremely arousing.
Ana could hold the eggs and the sap in, which was nice if she wanted to get bigger, but that could only go so far. She couldn’t do that forever. Probably. She didn’t know what would happen if she got any bigger. She struggled to breathe under all this weight as it is.
If she could stop her production, then she could get smaller. So she did what she had been doing – she concentrated. After a few seconds, her breasts tingled fiercely and they began to shrink, albeit slowly. She gasped. Having them shrink wasn’t nearly as pleasurable, but feeling a release of pressure for the first time in what was certainly years was very welcome. She focused on her belly, and it, too, tingled fiercely. It shrank almost imperceptivity slow with every egg she laid, but she could feel it getting smaller.
After a few hours, her eight breasts were mere B-cups, and her belly had shrunk to what a normal women would have at the end of a pregnancy. She stopped laying eggs and she shut her nipples. Ana stoked her belly wistfully. She had grown to like it. It’d be a shame to get rid of it completely.
She removed the pumps from her breasts. They wouldn’t be needed anymore. After a breath of determination, she sat up straight, put her hands on the floor, and tried to stand up. Her leg muscles had atrophied after kneeling down for so long, and her joints creaked. She couldn’t stand for more than a few seconds before even her reduced weight was too much for her weakened muscles. That wouldn’t do. Her legs needed to be stronger. And then, with a familiar tingle, they were. Suddenly toned, she had to admire her calves. They weren’t outlandishly muscular, but they looked good. She stood up again, this time without any problems. She stretched, arcing her back and displaying her breasts to the empty room. She felt the cold air kiss the underside of each row of breasts. She sighed with relief, and straightened herself out again. Ana giggled as her breasts slapped and jiggled into the ones below them.
Now she had to figure out what to do. She was stuck on an alien planet, and had been for presumably years now. More immediately, she was in a dimly lit room without even a discernable exit. A mirror adorned the corner of the room, but nothing else. Interested, she strolled over to it, her long hair dragging on the floor behind her.
She didn’t look all that different from before she was cursed to lay eggs, save that her skin was ghostly pale from her extended confinement. She didn’t like that. Then, as if by command, her skin darkened like she suddenly got a California tan. It was seamless.
“Wow…” she whispered to her reflection. She could grow muscle and change her skin tone; what else was she capable of? And why? What did this mean for her? Could she make herself whatever she wanted?
She knew she wanted to make her belly bigger. That was first. Her egg production resumed and her belly swelled larger and larger. Soon it was back to the exercise ball it had been for so long. She ran her hand over its surface and felt the bumps of the eggs inside. Her eggs. The aliens wouldn’t take these from her like they did the others. Their weight was impressive though. Her center of gravity had been shifted forward and she steadied herself with a hand on the mirror. It’d be hard to walk like this, even with her strong legs.
It was time to try something weirder. Remembering Leonra’s body when she was first abducted, she focused on her spine this time, specifically at the small of her back, around where her tailbone was. It took some concentration, but the telltale tingle erupted just above her butt. A small bump appeared, and soon it grew. Longer and longer, fatter and fatter. It shifted downward and her hips flared out as her legs were pushed apart. She rolled her shoulders as the tingle faded. She took a few steps to the side and examine her brand new tail in the mirror. It was definitely weird – a whole new appendage she had control of. It was easily six feet long and as thick as her torso at the base. She didn’t really have a proper rear anymore. Her anus was pushed closer to vagina – settling under the base of her tail. None of that was really visible in the mirror under her massive belly though.
She flicked her tail and smiled. The weight of it propped her upright again, balanced against her belly. Her feet started to ache. Even with her legs’ increased strength, the weight of her children and her new tail was starting to prove to be too much. She could strengthen her feet, but that would only delay the problem.
She had a thought, but pushed it away. “No, no, I couldn’t… Could I?” It would be much weirder than a tail, but then again… If her only company from here on out would be aliens, and perhaps her children, what would it matter? So she focused on her feet and legs until they tingled.
She lost feeling in her toes rather quickly, and she put a hand against the wall for stability. She watched with interest as her toes blackened and curled in on themselves. They fattened and fused together. The black coloring proceeded up her foot a few inches and a few joints cracked in her ankles. The black region widened and flattened on the bottom. She took a step and was rewarded with a satisfying *clack* noises as her new hoof met the tile. She removed her hand from the wall and took a step with her other hoof. She wobbled slightly, so she made her hooves wider and her legs stronger. She never, in a million years, imagined she’d have digigrade hooves, but there she was.
What else could she change? She shivered suddenly; it was a little cold in the room. She had her clothes taken from her when she first arrived, but it wasn’t like they’d fit her anymore anyway. “Ooh, I could give myself fur! Ah, but what color?” she mused to herself. Something modest? Brown, to match her hair? Something outlandish? She was already weird, she might as well be blue or pink for all it mattered. No, she knew what to do. Something exotic but still realistic.
She had to start with her real hair first. She always liked the shade of brown she had, but with a full range of colors at her fingertips, it was suddenly remarkably boring. But she couldn’t just change the color of her hair, even she knew that’s not how that worked. But she could do something else. She ran her hands through her hair and it fell out easily at her command. She dropped all of it to the floor. Then, she encouraged her hair to grow again, and it did. It was silvery, platinum-white now. She wanted to keep it long, but maybe not nine feet long like it was. She let it grow until it fell to her knees, parted by her tail. That was good. She parted her bangs aside and admired herself in the mirror. Flawless locks. And now for the fur.
Immediately, her skin tingled and goosebumps erupted all over her body. She breathed steadily, ignoring the intense itching she felt as fur spread across her skin. It was a light dusting at first, but then grew in solid and fluffy. Like her hair, it was silvery in tone. Her breasts and belly were white, giving her a nice two-tone look. Her tail was much fluffier than anywhere else, resembling a fox tail tipped with white. The hair was longer around the base of her hooves too, similar to a show horse. She sighed as the itching subsided and the warmth coated her. She looked herself over and in the mirror. She couldn’t see her belly button anymore, but that was fine.
The fur downplayed her many breasts though. That wouldn’t do. She urged more sap into them and they ballooned outward. From Bs to Cs to Ds and larger still they grew. She left them size of her head. Ana simply strengthened her back and ran her hands down the sides of her heavy, engorged breasts. Such an odd and tantalizing feeling, going from one breast to another and another and another still. Her belly still commanded the most attention on her body though. Her third and fourth rows of breasts were pushed aside by it, and her first and second were stacked above it.
They should be bigger. She especially wanted to make her belly huge. It surged another inch at the thought, but she stopped it. If got any bigger, it’d be hard to walk. Her breasts were already blocking her vision. If only she could put them somewhere else, out of the way of her vision, but where they could be huge and engorged as much as she wanted. Quadrupeds like cows don’t have to worry about that. Their belly and udder hang below them. She glanced at her hooves. She wasn’t too far from a cow anyway. What if… No, that’d be too much. But it did give her an idea.
What if she had more legs? A second body of sorts to put her eggs in. She could move her breasts there too. She imagined herself as a beautifully swollen centaur. That’s a big change though. Could her newfound shapeshifting powers handle that? Though she had doubts, her body answered for her as everything she had begun to tingle. Two knobs formed under her arms and they began to push out. At the same time, Ana grew taller an inch at a time as her torso stretched between her first and second rows of breasts. Her new arms followed her third and fourth boobs downward and became new legs as the tips of them hit the floor. They lengthened and the tips blackened to become hooves like the ones her legs – now her hind legs – had. Her new torso and original torso lengthen to their proper sizes. She remained as tall as she used to be, except now she was tauric. She took a few steps and found walking on four legs came naturally to her.
Her humanoid torso was left only with her original pair of breasts. From the waist up, she had the body of a supermodel, perfectly sculpted with huge breasts that remained perfectly perky despite the size. Her stomach below it was perfectly flat without blemish. Her original belly, however, hung underneath her on her lower half, much more subdued with the larger space for it occupy. Three equally sized breasts hung from where her belly met her body on either side of her. Now she could make more eggs.
Her lower belly tingled once more and it grew and grew. Her four strong legs had no trouble supporting them. She swelled and swelled, and Ana reveled in the feeling. By the time she managed to stop herself, her belly threatened to scrape the floor. It bulged out on either side of her, making it awkward to walk with her hind legs rubbing against. She didn’t mind much. In fact, the idea of being this full of children that even now she had trouble walking was incredibly distracting. As she admired her huge belly in the mirror though, she noticed her upper torso and frowned. It was flat, belly-less. It felt… empty. But could she have two wombs? She shook the concern away. She already made a second body, practically. She didn’t seem to have that many limits.
Almost without effort, she felt her insides twist as she gave her upper torso its own womb and connected it with the one in her lower half with an extended cervix of sorts. When it came time to lay the eggs from this womb, they’d have to pass through the second one first. Ana had no problems with this. Then, she excitedly urged the new womb to develop more eggs, and produce it did. Her new belly pushed out, slowly at first, but then passed normal pregnancy standards in a few seconds. She left it the size of a beach ball. That’d be fine for now. She rubbed its surface and could trace the eggs inside. They were small, only the size of chicken eggs, like all the Verlian eggs she had been making. Perhaps they wouldn’t be human, but then again, neither was she anymore. She took another glance in the mirror and gave herself fox-like ears, just to prove a point. A brief moment of deafness came as her human ears melted into her head, then her pointed, furry fox ears sprang up from the top of her head. She twitched them happily.
With her new ears, the hum of the machinery behind the walls became much louder. Every clack of her hooves on the floor echoed. But then she heard something else. Running? Heavy footsteps sounded outside her room and stopped on the other side of the far wall. The wall opened up, and standing in the previously hidden doorway was a rather surprised alien. And not just any alien, Ana recognized the other person as Leonra, the purple humanoid alien that started this whole ordeal. She had given herself small horns above her four eyes, but besides that, she looked as she did when they first met.
“A-ana!?” Leonra stuttered, panting in the doorway.
Suddenly, Ana felt very self-conscious and she looked down at herself. She gripped her smaller belly protectively. “Leonra… I, uh… Don’t make me go back to laying eggs again! Please, these… these are mine!”
“Ana…” Leonra repeats in disbelief. “When I heard the sap tubes and egg chute had run dry, I feared the worst - that something may have gone wrong and you had… but I admit that I did not expect this. How did… who did… Did… did you do this to yourself, Ana?”
She looked away for a moment, then dropped her hands away from her belly. “Y-yeah. I don’t know why, but I can… I can change myself now. Like you all can. B-but I like my breasts and my belly now, so… so I kept them. I guess having them for so long will do that. How long was I… out for?”
Leonra tilts her head. “In earth time, about ten years.”
“Ten years…” Ana says, her voice hollow. “Everyone back home probably thinks I’m dead. But, Leonra, how could it be ten years? I don’t look a day older than I did when I was abducted… Not that I’m complaining, but…”
“The sap, Ana,” she says bluntly. “It keeps you healthy. Normally, you have to ingest it, but you make it inside your body. I would not be surprised to find that you stopped aging entirely. You could probably survive a lot of injuries with that sap running through your body as it is.”
“I guess I could have figured that out on my own… But why can I shapeshift now? That couldn’t be the sap, right?”
“No, I think… I think it was the eggs, actually. They are Verlian eggs, of course, and Verlians can shapeshift. It is possible they corrupt your genetics and turned you into some kind of hybrid. We should take this opportunity to study you further. If we could do it in reverse and grow humans inside of Verlians, and turn the hosts into hybrids that could produce sap like you do, then…” She made a motion like she was searching for the words, but failed. “I do not know. But it would be a scientific breakthrough.”
“And if I don’t want to be studied? I don’t think you can force me to lay eggs forever like before, I can just stop,” Ana says proudly.
“We could simply kill you. You have served your usefulness, and we could study your corpse nearly as effectively. But… I will not do that. You are, at least in part, Verlian now. And I have… admittedly found myself fond of you for some time now... I was planning on releasing you with a few years anyway… So I will let you decide what you wish to do from here. I do greatly wish to study you closely though. You could help so many of my people! I could do anything you wanted for you! My work thus far has been greatly rewarding - I have the credits to treat you like royalty!” Leonra was pleading now.
“Royalty, huh?” Ana considered this. She liked the idea of being treated like a queen. She rubbed her belly wistfully. With that kind of set up, she could turn herself into a veritable broodmother if she wanted. She shuddered with pleasure just thinking of it. “Oh, alright, I suppose. You’re not going to hurt my children, are you?”
Leonra frowned. “Technically, those eggs are the property of the facility. But… if you are so set on keeping them, I could have it arranged. Our study should not harm them.”
Ana leaped for joy, her hooves making a loud, echoing clatter as she did so. “Yay! I’m excited to meet them! I have to wait for the proper time though, or I’d lay them all now.”
“I’m sure you will get your chance. Come now, let me introduce you to the rest of the staff.”
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One year later, aboard a starship orbiting the Plant Earth
Leonra sat at the helm of a small starship, pressing several buttons with the rounded tips of her arms. Her long tail flicked idly. She had lengthened it some time ago, now easily ten feet long. It seemed silly, but she liked it. Then she stretched and yawned. Her two perfectly shaped, D-cup breasts jiggled as she slumped in her chair. She had no use for breasts, but after seeing how much Ana liked them, she gave herself a pair and never bothered to get rid of them.
The alien humanoid motioned for her life partner to come to the window. Ana looked up from her swollen belly, which she had been stroking lovingly, and walked over. She had long ditched the tauric form she started with. Instead, she now more closely resembled a humanoid fox. She had kept the ears, silver fur, fluffy tail, and knee length hair. She now only sported four breasts, though she readily grew several more pairs when the fancy struck her. She also didn’t have proper hooves anymore, though the shape was similar. No more clacking against all the tile. She also always, always, had a massively swollen pregnant belly.
Ana walked over and sat in the chair next to Leonra’s. She looked up at the blue spheroid of her former home. “I guess we’re here, huh? Cloaking is up and everything, right?”
Leonra nodded. “Yeah, they can’t see us. The mutation sheet is ready to be deployed. Would you mind handing me the capsule?”
Ana looked to her right and saw a glass cylinder with a slip of white paper inside. It glittered pearlescent in the light. She picked it up and looked at it wistfully. “The gift I’ve been given… Let’s share it with the world!” Ana eagerly handed the tube to Leonra.
Leonra placed it in a tube in the floor and watched as it was fired at the Earth. “I hope they enjoy it as much as you do,” she says with a sly smile.
“Dude, this is the best thing ever, how could they not? Didn’t you like being pregnant?” Ana asked as if it were obvious.
Leonra was a little doubtful. “It was fun for a while. Growing L’rela inside of me without an egg was certainly interesting. That’s how humans do it, right?”
Ana nodded enthusiastically. “Verlian eggs are tiny, but humans let their babies grow and grow inside of them until they’re big and round like me, but with just one or two! Imagine if they had to grow thirty or fifty or two hundred!”
Leonra chuckled. “We won’t have to imagine for much longer, I feel. Let’s watch.” Leonra hit a few buttons and seven monitors appeared on screen, each tracking a different girl. They watched as the first girl looked over her mail and finds the selfsame glittering sheet they had released. With a flash, the mutation sheet activated, and Juniper was unknowingly on her way to motherhood.
