Summoning Stone

Chapter 4

Washing away the sweat of another rough night, Tessa spent a long time in the shower. The bloating had gotten worse. Did peanut butter go bad like tuna? It had tasted fine. So had the tuna.

One hand on the tiled wall, Tessa rubbed her round, swollen belly. Bending, letting her belly hang, made it a little easier to breathe. The effort of washing herself had made her pant because her diaphragm couldn't pull as far as it needed to.

She looked undeniably pregnant now. The protruding mass sat low in her hips, heavy and round. Her existing fat no longer provided padding: it was firm and smooth, resisting attempts to press and push.

Tessa's hand rubbed over her taut navel, which had been reduced to a nearly closed eye. She grunted against the protest of her body as she finally stood straight again. Her body ached terribly. It was like all her muscles had been worked hard, yet she did nothing yesterday.

Eventually, she turned off the shower and carefully climbed out. The heavy belly put her off balance. She had to hold the sink as she dried herself off. It occurred to her that she should go to urgent care and yet the situation did not feel urgent. She wasn't alarmed despite knowing she should be.

Instead, she just got dressed in a fresh set of pajamas and then made her way to the kitchen. Defying all logic, she was hungry.

A cup of yogurt seemed like a good thing to try. It went down smoothly; the cool sensation was even soothing. But it wasn't enough. She ate two more cups before moving on to something more filling. Another peanut butter, butter and jelly sandwich. It couldn't be what was causing the bloating: it tasted so good.

Her stomach seemed to be sitting on top of the solid mass; filling it stretched her flesh into more of an ovoid shape. She left the kitchen to relieve herself and then, like that had created a void, returned to make another sandwich. Eating, at least, helped alleviate some of the fatigue that was plaguing her. Napping helped, too.

That was her day. Naps and eating. Once or twice she considered the work she should be doing but ignored it in favor of mindlessly watching Supernatural on Netflix while she moved on to pasta she now had, at least, enough patience to cook before stuffing her face.

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Again, Tessa was woken by the sidhe tenderly rubbing her belly. Aches already memory, her skin tingled pleasantly under his cool caress.

"Hi," she smiled, rolling right into, "Mmm."

The sidhe leaned down to kiss the smooth, stretched flesh of her expanded belly. He walked his lips over it, tenderly petting.

"Oh, uh, hang on," she reluctantly interrupted him, moving her hand to hold her belly herself. "Gotta pee," she explained as she extracted herself and rolled off the bed. "Hold that thought."

It was a peculiar experience. She completely forgot about the sidhe when she closed the bathroom door. And then remembered everything again when she opened it and saw him still sitting on her bed. She laughed a little, not really knowing what to make of it.

The sidhe smiled; maybe he knew why she was laughing.

As she approached the bed, he smoothly stood and touched her shoulders. Tessa tilted her head to look up into his face. Looking into those amethyst eyes, she took a deep breath of his scent and it eased her nerves. It wasn't so much what they were about to do that made her nervous but what came after.

But, for now, that was pushed aside by building anticipation. Tessa took another deep breath of his enchanting scent and then touched his chest. He brushed his hands over her shoulders and then reach down to take the bottom of her pajama top.

She had to stop touching him to lift up her hands and let him remove it. When she brought them back down, she shoved her panties off her hips herself. She wasn't wearing pants, her enlarged belly didn't fit well in the waistband and they kept falling down when she tried to wear them low.

The sidhe smiled, looking at her naked body like it was everything he ever wanted. Brushing his fingers down her sides, he leaned to kiss her. Her hands went to his chest again and she started to push, to step toward the bed.

He stepped back and sat down, sliding back as she climbed onto his lap. The smooth dome filled with his seed rubbed against compact abdominal muscles as she flung her arms around his neck.

He tilted his head to accept her kiss, his hands rubbing over the sides of her belly. She could feel the claws of his thumbs scrape lightly over the stretched skin. He still wouldn't give her his tongue and instead broke the kiss with a peck like an apology to her jaw. Looking down, he caressed her belly with more care.

Tessa took a breath and sighed as his touch seemed to spread through her once again. As he continued, leaning down to kiss the upper portion of her belly, the next sigh was more of a grunt. Arousal filled her faster than before, she was already rocking on his lap, trying to rub herself against his shaft.

He slipped his hands around to her back, to hold her as she wiggled, while he kept kissing her belly until she moaned and grasped the back of his neck. "Don't make me wait. Please," she begged.

Lifting his head, he looked at her and she stared back, already breathing open mouthed. He smiled and then placed a light kiss on her lips. Then he guided her to turn around. She understood and did so willingly, trusting him to keep her balance for her as he guided her further away from the edge of the bed, too.

Once she was settled with her back against him, his hand snaked around to support her belly. The other caressed downward. Fingers finding her already slick, he rubbed and she moaned, pushing back against him.

Her body squirmed against him as they went through the ritual of one, two, three fingers. Tessa moaned through panting as she rode the waves. "Please," she begged to fall into the waiting chasm.

He didn't make her beg for long. His fingers slipped out and he grabbed her hip instead.

"Oh!" she cried out in surprise as he turned her and her hands snapped out to catch herself on the bed. "Oh. Oohhh." Her surprise melted into strained moans as he positioned himself behind her and then reached down to ease his massive shaft into her waiting body.

His hand returned to her belly, rubbing even as he held her hip with the other and began to thrust. Tessa grasped the blanket with both fists, her knees digging into the mattress. Like this, with her belly pendulous, she could pant heavily. It didn't take long for her moans to peak, her body thrusting back into him.

She tumbled, spiraling through white light as orgasm after orgasm surged through her. Somewhere in the middle, she was vaguely aware that he had grasped her more firmly and gave the final few thrusts of his climax.

Pressure mounted, at first indistinguishable from the lead up to another orgasm, but then she was coasting to an end and it was still there. Increasing. Her pleasurable moans shifted into discomforted groans, pushed out by the pressure on her diaphragm.

His hand was still caressing, or maybe it started anew, she couldn't keep it straight. As he eased out, he also gently let her down, turning her so that she was on her side. And against him, he lay down behind her, his arm around her to rub her growing belly.

Tessa groaned again, her breath stuttering a little as she felt her flesh stretch. It was like the muscles of her abdomen were threadbare, her skin ready to snap. Even the soothing cool touch traveling over every portion of the expanding belly didn't entirely quiet the discomfort.

Despite that, she was exhausted and soon passed out.