Summoning

Chapter 5

Only a couple hours later, Aaron stirred. Not entirely awake, he tried to turn over toward the edge of the bed in what would usually be a fluid movement. The need to pee was obvious this time. He groaned as he felt the strain on his back, the pull on his overstretched flesh, and the weight on his pelvis. His right arm automatically slipped around the gravid mass while his left hand pushed into the mattress to steady himself.

The pressure on his bladder only increased as he moved. As he slid his leg off the bed and turned his body, his distended belly bumped his other leg. It would not let him lean forward, pressing into his lap, until he had scooted nearly off the bed and could spread his legs. All the while, he was grunting and groaning as his body protested every movement.

The worst was standing up. Switching hands, he cradled his belly with his left so that he could grab the nightstand with his right. His kinesthetic sense was entirely thrown off by the huge, heavy bulge. Twice he tried to push himself up before he succeeded. And then he was unsteady, gripping the edge of the wooden table so hard his knuckles were probably white.

Shifting his hand beneath the mass as though that might help hold it up, he inched around the nightstand toward the door. Just as he released his grip to transfer it to the wall, he felt a tremor in his gut that upset what little sense of balance he had. Hand snapping back down to the wood, his belly shook and rumbled audibly.

Instinctually, he pressed with his hand and looked down. His belly was considerably darker than his hand, his skin stretched so thin the black orb showed through.

Aaron groaned as the trembling only intensified the pressure on his bladder. "I need you." The breathy utterance fell out of his mouth before Aaron even realized he had the thought.

Instantly, the moment the last syllable was formed, he felt the demon beside him. A large, clawed hand pressed over his own and the other slid under his arm, partly encircling him. The demon's chest touched his shoulder, he was standing so close. Aaron inhaled the flourish of musk that accompanied the demon taking corporal form. The enchanting scent almost made him forget what made him call.

And then he groaned as another violent tremor shook his belly and nearly upset the rest of him. If not for the demon's support, he might have fallen.

He squirmed even after it stopped, extracting his hand to pull at the demon's arm. "I'm gonna pee myself," he whined. The sense of urgency was making it hard to think about anything else.

Suddenly, his vision went dark and air forcibly left his lungs. Before he could be concerned that he couldn't breathe, he took in a short, recovering gasp. The sphere protested the pull of his diaphragm as usual as he felt his breath shudder with the next quake of his belly.

Small though this one was, his bladder couldn't take it anymore, releasing its contents through his swollen penis. However, to Aaron's surprise, he heard the stream hit water and echo off porcelain. He moved his hand, which had been on something cold and smooth instead of the wooden nightstand. It was difficult to reach around his shivering belly and he couldn't manage his usual grip, but it was enough to maintain aim.

Now he could appreciate that he was standing in the bathroom. The tile was cold beneath his feet and he could see the gleam on the fixtures from light that wasn't otherwise bright enough for him to distinguish things. Looking down again, he puzzled at his darkened belly and the ominous shaking.

For all the panic it caused his body, it didn't take long for his bladder to empty. It wasn't surprising, but it was annoying. He uttered a noise to express this as he shook off. Releasing himself, he reached forward to flush and groaned against the protest of the huge egg.

Next, he meant to turn toward the sink, but his vision went black again and all the air rushed out of his lungs. He thought he was aware of heat this time, but he was back in the bedroom before he could consider the sensations. Taking in a sharp breath, he felt the unsettling jar of having been interrupted just as he was shifting his weight to take a step.