GREEN AROUND THE GILLS

The cabin shuddered in the air, the hum of running engines and filtered atmosphere buzzing in ears that popped to adjust for pressure.  Tinny dinging sounds indicated when drinks were required or it was time to sit down.  The droning voice of the pilot, soft and mellow to encourage peaceful thoughts in passengers who were shooting through the sky in ways that defied nature...

"Attention passengers: we're now halfway to Boston's Logan International Airport.  Please remain seated while our flight attendants collect your trash and keep the aisles clear of bags, clothes or any personal items you may have brought on board with you..." the pilot murmured, and as he closed the mic he grinned at his copilot and added, "and all th' MOTHAFUCKIN' SNAKES."

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As the stewardess neared her, Abby elbowed her roommate Tasha, who lifted a hand to ask for assistance.  "Say, could we get a blanket over here?  My friend is getting cold."

Abby pushed her dark brown hair behind one ear and gave Tasha a grateful smile.  "Thanks, hun.  I pressed th' button but I guess she was a little busy."  The twenty-one year old undergrad returned to her notebook, where she was working on the truly epic amount of classwork that awaited her when they got back to campus.  It was fascinating stuff, true, but she'd put it off to go on vacation with the girls.

Jamaica!  What a trip it had been.  Abby suspected Lucy and Jill, their neighbors across the hall, had spent a lot of the trip stoned out of their gourd, but she'd been pretty sober.  Somebody had to watch out for Tasha, after all.  While Lucy had adventures, Jill was always there to keep her from going too crazy.  They always kept each other in check.  Tasha, on the other hand, never quite mastered the art of knowing when you'd had a little TOO much to drink.  She might not have been as much of a thrill-seeker as Lucy, but she could still get in plenty of trouble unless she had a buddy.

Still, Abby couldn't help but admire Tasha a little bit.  After all, she was rich and gorgeous.  Abby knew Tasha had gotten breast implants, but they looked natural (and not TOO big), and the rest of her was flawless and real.  True, being Tasha's closest friend and roommate sometimes made Abby feel a little self-conscious about her own appearance.  In comparison, she was pretty obviously the flat, skinny one to Tasha's knockout curves and perfectly maintained beauty.  Tasha's hair shimmered like black silk, and Abby's just kind of sat there.  Tasha was always made-up very pretty and classy, but Abby could never get the hang of makeup.  

Abby made a show of sneering at girls obsessed with their appearance, but part of her wished she was a little better looking.  Rob thinks I'm beautiful, sure, but I'm fucking him so his is hardly an unbiased opinion, she thought fondly of her wonderfully dorky boyfriend.  I hate the thought of surgery, but it seems like there's no other way to get my boobs to grow at this point.  She glanced ruefully at her chest... as if in response to her wishful thinking, her shirt felt tight and constricting, her meager breasts sore  from the pressure.

Is this some kind of weird air-pressure thing? Abby wondered.  She was having a little trouble taking a deep breath, now that she thought about it she was surprised it had taken her so long to notice... unless it had just started, like an asthma attack of some kind.  But I don't have asthma, she reminded herself.  Some kind of allergy?  In that case I'd be nauseous or running a fever... but this feels... pretty nice, she admitted mentally while she subtly rolled her shoulders to tighten her shirt across her breasts.  If Abby had been more collected, she might have noticed her whole body was tingling, her skin breaking into goosebumps and a cold sweat at the same time.  Whoo... better cool it... Tasha's literally right next to me, and she'll definitely notice if I start getting horny.  She's got like a sixth sense about that...

Indeed she did.  But Tasha was a little preoccupied with a tense feeling in her OWN chest.  She, on the other hand, wore a looser, silky shirt rather than Abby's form-fitting cotton blouse.  So when Tasha felt her breasts were sore, she actually noticed they were a tad larger, and unlike Abby didn't assume the tightness was due to her top... rather, she could feel her bra itself getting tighter across her front, digging slightly into her back.

Trying to distract herself from the discomfort and that nagging, dumb urban legend about implants expanding at high altitudes, she struck up a conversation.  "So, excited to see Rob again when we land?" she asked.

Abby, who was feeling a little flushed and embarrassed at how much she was enjoying that tight feeling and the growing impression that her boobs had somehow gotten larger inside her bra, trying to push it farther from her body... so subtly and slowly, invisible to the eye but ever so nice to feel... said, "Yeah, I r-really missed him on the trip..."

Tasha noticed Abby's rising color and put a hand out to pat hers.  "I bet!  Everyone else was hooking up!  Hell, even Lucy and Jill had those guys drooling all over them!"

Jill's blond head popped up behind Abby.  "Yeah, but I think that was mostly because they thought we were lesbians or something."  Abby could hear Lucy slug Jill in the shoulder and chuckle, "You could do worse than me, you freak!"

Freak, Abby thought, and for some reason the word made her toes curl and her body sweat as a slow fire grew in her belly and flickered into her torso, sparks catching in her breasts... shit, what the hell is UP with me? she thought desperately.  It's like I got dosed with E or something... everything's so hot, even... Tasha!  Abby's eyes shot wide open as she felt Tasha's hand droop from her hand to rest on her thigh and struggled not to shift her body at all.

Tasha hadn't even realized that her hand had dropped lower.  Her other hand sat in her own lap, clenched into a fist as she maintained a false smile and tried not to betray her own arousal... not at having her hand in Abby's lap, but at the warm fuzzy feeling growing in her own body.  Then Abby's leg shifted, though the thin girl was exerting every mental effort to keep it from happening, and atop the blanket Tasha's hand slipped down and over her thigh to cup it in her palm.

Both girls froze and stared at each other, while behind them Lucy and Jill laughed and made jokes about being lesbians.  "Oh yeah, I can see it now... 'oooh, Jill, your hair smells SO GOOD!  I could just hold you and smell you all night!'  Haha!"

"Or, or, or, whatabout... okay I forgot what I was gonna say!" Jill giggled.  "Oh!  Like, 'oops, guess we just fell on top of each other there... your skin is so soft!'  Right Lucy?"

Abby's eyes were wide.  She bit her lip and gave a small smile.  This kind of reminds me of...

... that time we messed with Rob and Gray, Tasha was thinking.

They'd been pretty drunk, and sharing a cab.  All four were squeezed into the seat, Rob, Abby, Tasha and then Grayson.  When Gray had grumbled about the close quarters, Tasha had laughed breathlessly and slipped her arm around Abby's slim waist.

"Well why don't we enjoy it, eh boys?" she'd slurred, and stroked Abby's leg.  Grayson's eyes looked like they were going to pop clear out of his head, and Rob was doing his best not to stare.

But to Tasha's surprise, Abby had gone with it!  "Yeah... it's not a long ride... we'll give y'guys a lil' show!" she'd said.  Giggling like crazy, they both started caressing each other, all teenager stuff like their sides and faces, no ass-grabbing or fondling... but then Tasha had shifted her weight to twist herself for a better angle, and Abby had been drunk anyways and thought she was going in for a kiss...

... and then they were making out for the rest of the ride.  The damn cabbie had almost killed them all a couple times, and when they got home both girls had received special attention from their respective boyfriends... and never spoke of that night again.

Neither was really sure the other remembered it!  They'd been pretty wasted.  But that night had left an impression in both of them, and the horny feeling that they were both experiencing on the plane certainly wasn't doing much to dissuade a comparison.  Eyes locked with Abby, Tasha smirked mischievously and slid her hand under the blanket!

"What..." Abby whispered so softly it was less a word and more of a sigh.  Then she felt Tasha's hand stroking her inner thigh and gripped the armrests in shock.  Her lips curled into a pleased smile that flickered back and forth to an expression of mortified worry someone would notice.  What... the FUCK... is she... oh shit, a little higher... Abby felt a muscle in her thigh twitch as Tasha's hand stroked and inched higher, closer to the spot where Abby's legs met... a spot that was getting REALLY wet!

Well, as far as distraction go, this is a pretty good one, Tasha congratulated herself, and she found herself enjoying Abby's look of exasperated pleasure.  "Yeah, I bet you really miss Rob, huh Abby?  Got a lot of pent up energy I'll bet..."

Abby blushed furiously and looked like she was about to start yelling at Tasha when her eyes fluttered and her lips pouted.  Tasha felt the skinny girl's legs draw in tight, her knees coming together and trapping Tasha's hand between Abby's legs... her hips were twitching, begging to rock back and forth into the teasing, tantalizing touches of Tasha's fingers.  "Uhhh..." Abby groaned.  "Mmmmm... y-yeah I r-REALLY!" she squeaked suddenly, her voice trembling a little bit, "... really m-miss him!"

"Hmmm," Tasha hummed sympathetically, and slipped her fingers into the slick, wet tunnel tucked in Abby's shorts and began to stretch them apart, felt the slippery flesh clenching around her hand as she pushed and pulled.  Tasha found herself sticking out her tongue in concentration as she fingered her roomie, almost as if the slender girl was a tricky video game you needed just the right combo to defeat.  Almost there, you sweet, horny thing, she thought, her own thoughts surprising to her!  When the heck did I become a lesbian? she wondered.  And yet despite her strictly heterosexual past, Tasha felt a thrill as she brought her friend closer to climax.  She knew that growing, pulsing feeling, the crazy over-the-waterfall sensation of increasing pleasure.  I almost hope she makes noise! Tasha thought, knowing full well as her roommate that Abby could screw in complete silence if she had to.

Abby wasn't thinking much at this stage beyond, Gonna... oh shit oh shit I'm gonna... g-gonna... cum!  Oh God, oh TASHA YES! her eyes rolled back in her head for just a moment and shiver ran through her, her shoulders tensing and her hips rocking back and forth for just a second... and then she had control of her body again and she clamped down, refused to let it go any further.  She let out a long, low exhalation, blowing a strand of brown hair out of her face, and turned her flushed, dizzy face to stare at Tasha in shock and awe.  Doing her best not to draw the attention of their friends (who were still chatting amongst themselves) she mouthed the words, "I came!"

Tasha's eyes sparkled mischievously as she grinned and mouthed back, "Good!"  And then she lifted her hand from under the blanket, and in a move that made Abby feel all rubbery and hot, that coiled energy in her belly threatening to bloom even more, Tasha licked her fingers clean!

"Ohhhh my God!" Abby softly moaned to herself as she took in the sight of her roommate savoring the taste of... of HER!  Tasha slurped the last of the juices off her hand just as Lucy reappeared around the edge of the seat.

"What's up?" she asked curiously.

"Oh, you know Abby.  She hates flying... you sure you're not gonna be sick, honey?" Tasha asked, teasing Abby.  Actually, Abby's flushed and frazzled demeanor could also be mistaken for being overwhelmed and nauseous!

Watching Tasha lick her hands clean had gotten Abby's pulse rushing through her ears and she realized she'd broken into a sweat... was it sweat?  She felt a little damp, and not just between her legs where her muscles twitched and clenched at the merest memory of Tasha's skillful manipulation.  Oh my God I'm so wired, Abby thought, struggling to maintain the lie Tasha'd told and looking as airsick as possible... but beneath all she could think of was having something, ANYTHING, down below, inside of her... Calm the fuck down! Abby commanded her libido.  She'd never had such a hard time staying in control of herself!

Jill clucked sympathetically.  "Try putting your head between your knees... that might help."

Lucy interrupted her and said, "No, you need to take deep breaths, you can't do that all bent over!  Keep your head up."

Jill pouted.  "You yelled at me!"

Lucy giggled and hugged her taller roommate closely, snuggling her face into the blond's side.  "I'm SOWWY!"  Jill began to laugh and tried to wriggle free as Lucy tickled her... and one seat ahead, Tasha kept right on licking her fingers and staring suggestively at Abby.  The tension was growing... Tasha looked like she was savoring the taste of her friend on her fingers, hungry for more... and God help her, so was Abby!  Her mind whirled as she found herself craving the feeling of Tasha's fingers rubbing, stroking, stretching her inside, and she subconsciously slouched down with her legs opened just a little wider as an invitation, her dark eyes glittering with excitement!  Do it... touch me again, please just touch me down there, good GRIEF what the hell am I THINKING?  Jeez I don't... I don't... no, I don't even care, I GOTTA CUM AGAIN, she concluded, her lips parted and short, excited breaths gasping softly.

Tasha thrilled to see Abby so aroused, and wondered herself why she was having such a strong reaction... but the girl tasted SO GOOD!  She snuck another taste of the slippery stuff that coated her finger and closed her eyes as her whole mouth lit up with an indescribable flavor!  It was as if cool, pure water had been infused with so much oxygen it was breathable, and then whipped into cream and had cotton-candy added... but the subtle flavor of it changed from sugar to the tang of citrus, to the kick of spicy chili and just kept evolving...  Tasha swirled her tongue through it, holding back the delighted moan that threatened to pop from her lips.  That's not NORMAL, she thought, any concern this realization might have caused quickly dispelled by how good it tasted, how good it had FELT to get the girl off!

But now that the distraction was gone, Tasha felt that pressure again in her chest, that tightness.  Oh man, I need to get this damn bra off, even if my boobs go all over, it's just... TOO SMALL!  Her mind boggled as it struck her just how the pressure inside of her seemed connected to that mounting tension in her bra, the slow stretching feeling driving her arousal up, her arousal somehow making the pressure that much more intense!  Like a two-headed snake devouring itself, her discomfort and embarrassment fed her randy hunger and naughty thrill, and for some reason the target for all this energy wasn't herself, but someone, ANYONE else!  I just... I really want to make someone else cum! she realized, putting the building desire into words.

Abby was whimpering softly and slowly rubbing her ass against the seat, tilting her hips up and thrusting short, frustrated jerks up.  Her thighs were rubbing against each other, squeezed tightly together... somehow it felt REALLY good to have her legs so constricted!  She pressed her skinny legs even tighter, almost painfully close together.  The position caused her pussy to squish against itself, her juices making an ever-so-slight squelching noise.  Holy shit there's so... so much!  I'm so damn WET over here... when will it stop? she wondered, hardly caring.  She could usually last quite a while before her natural lubricant ran dry and she and Rob were forced to resort to a store-bought supply.  On this flight, however, it seemed like she was overflowing with moisture... she was embarrassed to note her shirt was damp with her sweat (or whatever this weird wetness is oozing out of my skin, she thought, unsure it was even sweat at all!) and stuck to her body.

Tasha could see Abby's slim frame defined very clearly by the damp shirt, her lithe body twisting with restrained passion... and maybe if was her horny imagination, but the girl's breasts looked better than ever!  She'd seen her roommate in her underwear before (but not nearly as often as her boyfriend imagined.  "Do you think we just WALK AROUND without clothes when nobody's around?" she'd demanded to know.) and in a bikini only a day ago, but right at this moment... Abby's breasts looked just a little rounder, fuller, and as the girl did her best to keep her hyper-aroused state unnoticed Tasha felt this urge to nuzzle them!  Whoa, girl! she calmed herself.  Don't go CRAZY!  Being all sneaky below the waist is one thing, but taking it too far by just pulling her towards you... and... and, and kissing and licking those pretty little tits... JEEZ what the heck is HAPPENING to us?  All I can think of is making her cum!  Making ANYONE cum!  The thought sent her in a downward spiral of a hypnotic mantra: Cum... cum... cum... cum, cum, cum, CUM CUM CUM CUMCUMCUMCUMCUM...

Of course, Abby could sense Tasha's building desire almost as if it were heat off a stove.  She could feel almost everything in a bizarre state of hyper-awareness brought on by her arousal.  The rumble of the engines... churning me up inside, driving that fire higher and larger up within me.  The rattle of the stewardess' cart wheels... a tempo my legs are rubbing together to, quick quick quick.  The thrum of the air conditioning... a heartbeat, a pulse that grows faster, more excited!  Oh sweet mercy I need Rob, I NEED Rob, I think I might just jump on him and have my way with him in the airport when we land!

Tasha was becoming fixated on the need to make someone else cum, but like Abby she was deflecting her desire now to a male target.  UNLIKE Abby, however, her target was actually ON the plane.  Grayson! she thought hungrily, her mouth practically watering as she imagined swallowing his cock, squeezing him inside of herself, from every position they'd ever tried (and they tried a BUNCH.  Grayson, luckily, had the strength and stamina to pull off just about anything Tasha could imagine).  "Gray," she murmured, her fingers still lingering near her lips, the gorgeous taste in her mouth of Abby's slippery secretion.  She met Abby's eyes, those big dark orbs begging her now for more, Abby practically mouthing the words "Fuck me!" while she shifted her hips in her seat and under the blanket.  Tasha could see a far-away look in Abby's eyes, as if she was imagining someone else there though, and suddenly she knew Abby was thinking of Rob at that moment.

And she was.  Whereas Tasha's mate Grayson was a chiseled model of masculine perfection capable of feats of sexual stamina that might make a guru blush, Rob was a more tender and hesitant lover.  He was pretty skinny, making a good match for Abby's slender body, and he always took his time, building her pleasure up until neither of them was quite sure how they ended up fucking so fast and hard.  He always let her lead, let her take charge (which at first made things awkward, but she soon learned to enjoy controlling their lovemaking) and while Abby did enjoy being in control... she couldn't deny how being at Tasha's mercy was driving her absolutely wild!

"...Tash..." she whispered finally.  "I..."  Her expression spoke more than her actual words:  I'm losing control here... what the hell is going on with us?  Do you want to keep going?

"Shhhh," Tasha whispered.  I don't want to acknowledge what's going on, her satisfied and smiling face said as she just sank into her seat and sighed happily, rolling her shoulders and pushing her full tits out under her loose, wavy purple shirt.  Just enjoy it.

So Abby did her best to quiet her jangled nerves and relax into the horny, fuzzy feeling.  Of course, neither woman could have possibly known Abby's sensations were different from Tasha's without a more in-depth conversation on it, one they certainly wouldn't have in a crowded plane only inches from their friends.  So Tasha had no way of knowing the growing tightness in her chest and the grumbling of her stomach, the hunger for cum welling within her, was not what Abby was feeling.  And Abby had no way of knowing her increasingly clammy skin and the delicious sensation of rubbing her thighs close together were unique to her.  For all each woman knew, the other was going through the exact same thing.

It was beginning to become a little too much for Tasha when all of a sudden a hand tapped her shoulder and she nearly jumped out of her skin.  It was Grayson!

"I'm gonna take a leak in case you're looking for me," he said in a low voice, but his words seemed to carry the way things one didn't want others to hear often did.  "I didn't jump out the plane or anything," he added, grinning roguishly as he began to walk down the aisle.  Tash walked him as he walked with a rapt gaze of admiration and lust.

Abby noticed, and when after a minute or so Tasha unbuckled her seatbelt to follow Grayson, she hissed, "Tasha!  Where are you going?"

"Just getting some refreshment!" Tasha winked, and she skipped down the aisle after Grayson, leaving Abby to stare dumbfounded in shock and more than just a little envy.

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She managed to catch up to Grayson just as he was closing the door to the tiny bathroom and caught the door in her hands to keep it from slamming shut.

"Tash!  What th'..."

But by then she'd slipped inside and hit the latch, hoisting herself up into his arms and kissing him deeply.  She couldn't keep from rubbing against his body.  He'd already unbuttoned his pants, and she finished the job blindly while she sucked on his lips, his tongue, craving the taste of something... it couldn't just be the hunger she felt for cum, could it?  Was she really that crazy about it?  I've never enjoyed the taste that much in the past, she thought, still removing his cock from his pants.

Grayson might have protested, but the taste of some slippery, tangy substance on Tasha's lips sent him into a horny whirl.  He felt his cock stiffen incredibly fast, felt like it was thicker and longer than ever before... oddly enough, he also felt as if his BALLS got bigger too, swollen with a fertile payload.  Shit she tastes GOOD! he thought, and then his thinking was reduced to the chant that Tasha now had going constantly in her own mind: CUM CUM CUM!

Tasha felt his strong hands grasp her buttocks and she grinned while he kissed and nuzzled her throat.  Lifting her up to the tiny little shelf of a sink, he let her bottom rest on it and shoved his pants down to the floor while she eased her own shorts off her sweet, curved ass and down her thighs.  She then hooked her legs around Grayson and yanked him towards her so fast their pelvises slapped together.

"Shit!" Grayson breathed as he felt himself enter a slick, wet tunnel that felt like it belonged to a stranger!  After fucking so many times, he'd memorized the feel of Tasha's sex, knew the spots that drove her crazy, knew what made her giggle, and knew by the heat and lubrication how horny she was... but this was off the damn SCALE!  "Shit!" he gasped again as her flesh tightened and rippled over his cock.

Tasha herself uttered a soft cry of relief and triumph, one without words, and then she was rocking her hips, hardly moving from her spot of tilting up and down as her lover plunged into her.  "C...c... cum for me, Gray baby... we don't have a... annnh! A l-lotta... tuh... TIME..."  Her boobs felt so damn TIGHT, shaking under her shirt until she pulled her shirt off with an exasperated groan and began to yank off her bra.  Get OFF, she cursed at the bra in her mind, feeling the material pinching her, bunching the soft flesh of her breasts together in unnatural ways as they were compressed... her mind was on the relief and building orgasm at the moment, but if she'd been more collected she would have been startled by the way her soft tits overflowed from her bra.

Grayson shuddered under the onslaught on his senses... that brief taste of whatever Tasha had on her lips was making his dick feel like it was on FIRE.  Not in a way that suggested Tasha needed to see the doctor, but like it was so HOT and the heat kept building and building... "Guh-god..." he murmured, and as he leaned forward he buried his face in Tasha's bosom.  His abs refused to keep his back straight... the blood left the center of his body completely as all was diverted to what, in his body's opinion, was his most important organ now: his cock.

"Come on... come on... cum... baby... cum..." Tasha chanted, her voice as low as she was capable of making it.  Her whole upper body felt... tight.  Her hips and waist felt as though they were wrapped in a cocoon, pressed in on all sides, and with each passing second the pressure seemed to grow.  To build.  Tasha felt herself getting closer, felt the control in her body leave, her limbs freezing in place while they gripped Grayson tightly, her fingers digging into his shoulders and ankles crossed behind his back... Tasha let out a shuddering moan through smiling lips that was half a breathless laugh.

"Ahhaaa.... haaah... hahaha... haaaa-shit... haaaooly shit!" she trembled uncontrollably from the sheer magnitude of her orgasm as she spoke.  She could feel her chest wobbling as her whole body shook, her proud, firm tits jiggling long after she managed to quiet her nerves... and even then, an occasional twitch would run through her body as her nerves continued to misfire.

Once she could peel her attention away from the pleasure in her own body she gripped Grayson tight and kissed him gratefully.  "Oooooh lover... good LORD you're so hot, so GOOD... that was.. that was the best, I swear, the fucking BEST, baby..."

Grayson hadn't moved much, indeed he seemed frozen in shock as if something had just occurred to him.  And something had.  With his cock still inside her, he murmured, "We... don't... didn't... condom?"  Oh CRAP! Tasha thought briefly... but her body had a different reaction to the threat of pregnancy, one NEITHER of them could have anticipated.

"Oh CRAP!" Tasha gasped aloud softly as she felt herself grow wet once more, and her hips began to rock of their own accord.  "Oh... oh... YES..."  What the hell am I SAYING? she wondered, staring into Grayson's shocked (and very disturbed) face.  Her eyes were wide, a grin of triumph plastered across her lips, and she coaxed his softening cock back to life with slow, gentle movements.

"Tasha... get off!" Grayson muttered.

"I'm gonna... gimme a sec... unnnngh!" Tasha grunted as her hips increased their tempo.  "Yes... oh yes, gimme... just gimme a..."

"You HAD a second!  This isn't funny, dammit!" Grayson started to push her away, but her legs remained locked behind him, her slick sex milking his cock for every drop of cum she could get.  Tasha was gasping as if in surprise with every thrust, like the pleasure was unexpected... and in a way, it was!  The notion of the risk... of getting pregnant... it suddenly made her so hot she could hardly believe it!  She mumbled as she stared down at the spot where their bodies were joining, where Grayson's still stiff cock was being consumed by her hungry pussy, and meant to say, "Gimme a second..." but what came out (so softly Grayson couldn't hear) was:

"Make me a mommy!"

And at her whispered plea, Grayson unwittingly obeyed, cumming deep inside her with a groan that was a mixture of disappointment in himself and relief at the feeling of his dick wrapped in her tight, hot flesh.  There was a piercing DING as Grayson's spurts tapered off, and the pilot's voice came over the loudspeaker:

"Please take you seats as we begin our descent into Logan.  We thank you for flying with us..."

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Abby squirmed in her seat, buckled in tight with her tray up and her luggage under her feet.  And speaking of tight... she thought with chagrin as she folded her arms in front of her.  Her nipples poked clear out the top of the cup of her bra.  If I didn't know any better, I'd say my boobs were getting BIGGER.  But that doesn't make any sense!  Shouldn't the air pressure be back to normal here?  Unless it wasn't the air pressure at all...

Part of her wondered if it was Tasha's doing, if her curvaceous roomie was somehow responsible for Abby's boobs' sudden growth... and those thoughts strayed inevitably to the memory of those thin, strong fingers sliding inside of her, stroking her inside, stretching her... Abby felt wet down below, but that wasn't anything new.  She looked like she'd run a marathon she was so covered in moisture.  I... maybe it's not Tasha OR the air pressure... maybe I'm really sick! Abby worried herself, but the warm, fuzzy, horny feeling soothed her.  Sick would feel wrong... it's freaky, but somehow this feels... right.

She glanced at Tasha, who sat beside Abby with a sloppy grin of satisfaction on her face.  Tasha's arms were also folded, but underneath her round, full breasts instead of across them like Abby's.  Tasha's arms pushed those firm boobs up and made them look even bigger, and as Abby watched Tasha sighed and rubbed her arms back and forth around her middle... cradling her belly?

"Are you feeling sick?" Abby asked.

Tasha's eyes fluttered open and she responded sleepily, "Sick?  No... I feel... wonderful..."  And thought she was hesitant to admit it, Abby felt pretty good herself.  Her mind strayed once more to the remembered feeling of gripping Tasha's hand between her thighs and thrusting against its movements.

Finally the doors opened and Abby stood on shaky legs.  Shouldering her bags, Lucy noticed Abby sway back and forth and chuckled, "Easy sailor!  Get your land-legs back before you start marchin' around!"

Jill stopped beside their seat and examined Tasha and Abby, taking in their flushed faces and uncharacteristic expressions: Abby's of confusion and Tasha's of contentment.  "You guys feeling okay?"

Lucy noticed Tasha cradling herself and her eyebrows went up.  "Yeah Tash, feeling a lil' sick?"  The way she's holding her middle... Lucy thought, kinda makes her look... pregnant?  But no way.  She's always careful with her pill, and anyways she was so plastered on the trip she totally puked in the middle of that novelty voodoo store!

"Why is everyone bothering me?  I feel GREAT!  I feel full of life!"  And as she stood and stretched her arms, Lucy noticed that Tasha DID look full of life... with a sharp thrill she saw her friend's slim waist now bore a hint of roundness!

Jill went into mothering mode and clucked her tongue strictly.  "Well you both look a little off-color.  Abby's sweating like it's a sauna in here!  You should take a bath once we get back."

Abby's eyes lit up at the idea, and suddenly all thoughts of Tasha's delicious fingering were banished at the idea of a BATH!  Water... all around me!  Just soaking in it, sliding through it... "Oh man that sounds like HEAVEN.  I think I'm gonna do that first thing!"  She actually bit her lip in anticipation!

"Stop gabbing and let's go, my arms are tired of holding all this crap," Grayson grumbled behind them.

"Awww Gray.  Getting lucky in th' bathroom didn't improve your mood?" Lucy giggled.  When both Grayson and Tasha paled she burst out laughing.  "Oh PLEASE, you guys were PRETTY OBVIOUS."

Tasha blushed furiously, but Grayson just grumbled more.  "Whatever, move it!  My fingers are going numb!"

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Rob waved enthusiastically, but not as enthusiastically as Abby ran towards him and threw herself into his arms.  He staggered under the force of her running leap and, laughing, began to say something when she pressed her lips to his and cradled his head in her hands.  She tastes... different! Rob thought, before the blood was stolen from his brain by other, more urgent needs.  And she... smells so nice too...

Abby moaned into his mouth softly, and writhed in his grip.  She sucked at his lips, touched her tongue to his, explored inside his mouth... and Rob's eyes bugged out when he felt her hand stretching towards his crotch!  "Wow!  Okay, hold up, let's get all loaded up here first, okay sweetie?  Wow!" he repeated, and blushed as he looked up to see the others staring at the two of them.  He chuckled nervously, "Hehe... you guys have a good flight?"  For some reason this made Tasha blush bright red and Lucy and Jill break into giggles.  Grayson just looked irritated, but then again he'd never been very friendly to Rob in the past.

Abby, meanwhile, seemed oblivious to the fact that the others were even there, and she squeezed her body close to his, pressing her chest close.  Her face was flushed, and she felt like she was... damp?  Now that he noticed it, it was hard to ignore.  Rob's girlfriend was wet all over her body, her hair damp and stuck to her forehead.  It looked like sweat, but to the touch it was cool and slippery, not like sweat at all!  Rob gave her a gentle squeeze back and tried to extricate himself from her steely grip, each attempt met with a needy whine and a tightening of Abby's embrace.

"Uh... just load your stuff up, guys!" Rob said, hitting the latch on his keychain and popping the trunk.  As the others turned their attention to loading the car, he leaned down and whispered, "You miss me that much babe?"

"Rob..." Abby sighed, and something in her voice made his member jump to attention!  She sounded charged up, not needy but HUNGRY.  "Rob, you are getting SO lucky tonight..."

He could sense his penis's disappointment in him as he answered ruefully, "That sounds really great honey, but I have to head back to campus after I drop you guys off!  I need to run the time trials on those lab experiments... there's no other time I can do it!"

She moaned in response.  "Awwww... not even for a quickie?  I really, REALLY missed you..."

WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU SAYING? Rob's subconscious roared angrily as he said, "Yeah, sorry... we'd better get moving!"

"Thank GOD," Lucy crowed.  "I am SO done with standing on my feet... wanna sleep in my good ol' college bed."  Jill nodded in agreement and leaned on Lucy sleepily, yawning wide.

"Let's get this bitch on the road," Grayson said, obviously ogling Tasha's rack.  Gray looked a little astonished, and, Rob was interested to note, almost afraid of Tasha, his own girlfriend!

Sliding into the driver's seat while the others got into his car, Rob reflected on the taste of Abby and the hot, tingly feeling she gave him when she kissed him.  He wished he didn't have anywhere to go that night, and imagined what kind of naughty things they might get up to if he blew the experiment off...

**********

Abby flopped onto the couch with an exhausted "Oof!" and spread her limbs like she was making a snow angel.  "Oh man.  I'm never leaving this apartment again as long as I live.  Come live with me Rob."

Rob dropped the bags and rubbed his shoulder.  Although his dick was screaming at him for it, he shook his head.  "Believe me, I'd love to, but I really REALLY gotta go tonight.  I'll see you pretty early tomorrow though... lunchtime!  We can look at your photos and souvenirs!"  He smiled, his expression little more than a grimace of discomfort.  Since Abby had kissed him at the airport, Rob's boxers had either shrunk or his balls had swelled to twice their size!  The strange, alien taste of her lingered on his tongue and he resisted the urge to lick his lips over and over.

Out the open door to the apartment, they could see and hear Lucy and Jill entering their own place across the hall, still giggling and shrieking like they were in high school together.  Abby leaned forward, and as she did Rob could see her dainty breasts packed tightly into her blouse, the way they bulged and seemed to overflow from the cups of her bra.  Abby's eyes smoldered, her lips parted and even her damn BREATHING sounded sexy as she whispered, "Pleeeeeease stay the night... I need you so badly I feel like I'm melting, Rob!  Please!"

Knowing that the longer he stayed, the less likely he was to resist her advances (which surprised him in their own right - Abby was usually the leader in their lovemaking but she'd NEVER been so horny before!) Rob stammered weakly as he walked backward towards the door.  "I wish I could honey, really I'm sorry!"  He looked toward Tasha's room.  "Did she go to bed already?"

A muffled thump and giggling answered his question.  Grayson's voice was barely coherent through the wall, but both Rob and Abby could get the gist... and it was clear that listening to her roommate have sex was only making Abby more wound up.  Rob decided he'd better make a hasty retreat.

"G'night honey!" he called, aware that she was pouting with her arms folded in front of her.  Lucy and Jill catcalled at him and mimicked his "G'night honey!"  He waved into their apartment.  "G'night girls!"

"Night Rob!  Thanks for driving us back sweetie!" Jill beamed.  Rob thought he noticed Lucy checking out Jill's body as the tall blond leaned out the door to say good night, but that was probably the fog of sex that seemed o have descended on the entire group.  I wonder if there was something in the water down there, he thought as he left.

*********

Tasha ground her hips down on top of Grayson and arched her back, running her fingers through her dark hair.  She squeezed her breasts together with her elbows as her hands framed her face, and looked down at Grayson.  She purred while she rolled her hips on top of him, and felt his cock respond.

"Jeez, Tasha, take it slow... there's no stewardess to interrupt in your room!" Grayson groaned.  He felt a little sore from the waist down, and he was almost certain she was bruising him!  But Tasha pushed her hands down on his chest and forced him back down whenever he tried to sit up or adjust his position.  As he laid back, Grayson became aware he was actually HELPLESS to move.  She had him pinned!  It was a feeling he didn't much care for, being so used to being in control of the pace.

But now it was Tasha's turn... and she was TAKING him, riding him like he was a stud!  Grayson was powerless to prevent his cock tensing, his balls clenching... he tried to hold back, to slow down the frantic pace of their coupling but she only squeezed him with her thighs and pushed him down harder.  Soon her hips were literally SLAMMING down on his, connecting with wet, heavy slaps of flesh to flesh.

"Argh!  Tasha, take it EASY!  Jeez!" he gasped, avoiding her gaze.

Tasha didn't say anything, just wordless exhalations of pleasure and growls of dominance.  Finally, Grayson felt her pussy clenching around his cock and she shuddered.  A huge grin froze on her face, her eyes squeezed shut and her whole body rocked and bounced with her labored breathing.  Her breasts dangled low in front of his face, and he could have sworn they looked BIGGER...

And then HE was cumming, and he grabbed her hips and pushed himself as deep as he could go.  Tasha screamed and writhed on top of him, and uttered the first words she'd spoken since they started fucking to being with:

"YES!  Cum inside me... cum deep, deep inside me baby... again and again... don't you DARE stop..."

Grayson gasped with relief as his orgasm tapered off and the fuzzy afterglow took over... except it never came.  His eyes popped wide open as he felt his cock stiffening AGAIN, his balls churning even harder!

Tasha grinned down at him over the curve of her breasts, and if Grayson hadn't been so focused on what was happening to his junk he would have seen her tits bulge larger, the tight skin stretching before her very eyes!  Sure it was just her imagination, Tasha was nevertheless driven even wilder by the swelling of her breasts, the thick, warm feeling inside her of Grayson's cum... she brought her hands to her middle to cup her tummy.  "More..." she moaned, and she began to buck on top of him again, her hunger renewed.  "MORE!"

Under her prodding fingers, she felt her stomach rippling around its contents... and as Grayson groaned, came again, and found to his horror he was STILL hard, Tasha felt her belly bulge a fraction rounder.

"More!" she demanded, and doubled the pace of her thrusting hips.

*******

"More! MORE!" Tasha howled, and from the other side of the wall Abby could unfortunately make out every syllable.  She crouched beside the tub and adjusted the water pouring into it, hoping the sound would drown out the animalistic fucking going on in the next room.

Abby stood and looked herself in the eye in the bathroom mirror.  She brushed a strand of her rich brown hair behind her ear and pursed her lips, then brought her hands up under her boobs and squished them.  "Hmmm..." she murmured.  They DID seem a little bigger.  Stripping off her shirt she twisted her bra around her body and undid the clasp, letting it fall to the floor, and examined her body.

There's that... stuff, Abby noticed, rubbing her fingers together.  It had looked like she was sweaty before, but without clothes on and with no distractions (apart from what sounded like Grayson begging for mercy in the other room) she peered at the liquid coating her fingertips, scraped off her own skin.  Jeez, what the hell IS this stuff?  Why am I giving off SLIME?

The word "slime" didn't do the stuff justice.  It was really more like oil, clear and slippery, very similar to the lube she and Rob sometimes used.  It wasn't as if she was covered in greenish gobs of sticky paste... but it was still really weird!  It wasn't just on her chest either... Abby pulled her bottoms off finally, sliding them down her hips and doing her best to ignore the pleasant feel against her hips.  "Shit, I'm COVERED in the stuff!" Abby realized, staring open-mouthed at her skinny legs and flat lower belly.

"What th'..." Abby began, when suddenly, as she kicked off her shorts and panties, a coiling feeling enveloped her from the tips of her toes all the way up her legs... she squeezed her thighs together reflexively as a creeping sensation traveled up the inside of her thighs!  "Fffffuck!" she gasped.  Abby grasped the sides of the sink and hunched over it, her knees wobbling and thighs squeezed together... Is the stuff MOVING? she wondered, horrified at the crawling sensation over the skin on her legs and confused at how it only seemed to make her pussy hotter and wetter!  She squeezed her eyes shut, unwilling to look down at her legs, to confirm the bizarre feeling something was oozing over her body!

Something cool and firm bumped into her breasts then, and Abby's eyes flew open to stare at her reflection.  The fluorescent light above the sink flickered and cast a muted yellow glow over her body, the slippery oil coating her making her skin glisten.  Her dark hair was soaked now, plastered to her forehead, and as she gripped the sink and stared up at herself her eyes grew wide at the stranger in the mirror... her eyes had changed from the dark brown orbs she knew to a deep and brilliant BLUE!  "What... what?" she gasped helplessly, pushing herself up as best she could with her legs going out completely beneath her.  Not only had her eyes changed, but as she tilted her head Abby was sure they were glowing slightly!

Then she realized what the cool touch against her breasts had been... a startled moan burst from her throat as she looked down and saw her boobs were swelling up before her very eyes!

"FUCK YEAH!" Tasha crowed.  "Oh GRAY... fuck me! Fuck MEEEEEEeeeeee..."

At the sound of Tasha getting off, Abby felt her spine stiffen.  Still struggling to hold herself up by her arms alone, she arched her back, her new boobs wobbling strangely atop her chest and throwing off her balance!  Abby became aware she was moaning in time with Tasha, and the amount of pleasure in her own moans surprised her!  Something's changing me... but it feels... it's so... she thought, locking eyes with her reflection and watching as her hair was pushed back by a pair of pointed ears...

"So GOOD!" Tasha screamed from the other room, and Abby felt her belly tense and her pussy spray a sticky spurt of girl cum down the inside of her thighs.  She collapsed onto the sink, squashing her breasts down under her torso as her hips jerked forward and back, forward and back, humping against an imaginary lover.

Abby realized she was panting like a dog in heat from the feelings below her waist and collecting in her chest as she felt her breasts swell against the ceramic of the sink, bulging out under her... and she collapsed into a fetal position on the floor as she came down from the most intense orgasm she'd ever felt, whimpering and moaning and stroking her slender fingers away between her legs.  She brought her fingers to her lips occasionally to lick them clean, uttering wordless gasps of wonder at the delicious taste of her own sex. She rolled onto her belly, her ass lifted into the air and still wiggling back and forth as she pumped her fingers inside herself, the inside of her arm slapping her flat stomach.  Her other arm bent in front of her face, pushing her chest up off the floor... but with each passing moment it felt like she had to push harder as her now remarkable tits grew fuller, rounder, and hung lower.

"Ohhhhh God they're getting b-bigger!" she moaned.  Abby's brain couldn't deal with any of it... not the changing, not the feelings, not the sound of Tasha or the mental image it created of her roommate fingering Abby there on the bathroom floor, FUCKING her so good, not the growing pressure in her breasts as they bulged ever larger.  "Y-yes.... yesss..." Abby moaned, her blue eyes casting a glow on the tile below her, the slippery oil covering her pooling beneath her, "Yes... bigger!  Oh YES!"

And crumpled on the bathroom floor, Abby continued to change.

**********

Grayson burst from the room in a panic, his clothes clutched to his chest, gasping and wincing at the pain from his groin.  "She's insatiable!" he groaned, stumbling against the wall of the hallway and scampering off into the night.

Tasha curled in the bed, massaging her body all over with her hands, basking in the glow of so many climaxes.  "Mmmmm... ready for round twelve, Gray?" she purred, looking around for her lover.  Her pretty face crinkled in confusion as she noticed he'd left the room!  "What?  Awww..." she pouted.  "I guess I scared him off," she mumbled, grinning at the memory fresh in her mind...

But as the fuzzy haze of a great lay wore off, Tasha's surprise at her own behavior grew!  "Wh... what the hell was I thinking?  I was.... God it was like I was possessed!"  She raised her hands to her face in a daze, but they bumped into her chest.  "Ohgod..." she gasped, barely able to keep from moaning and massaging her chest once more as a lance of pleasure shot up her spine and coiled in her breasts, centering in her nipples.  They'd grown much more sensitive... and there was no denying it now.  They'd just plain GROWN.  Tasha's breasts had always been a respectable size, but now they bulged larger than ever on her chest, her skin tight across them.  She hesitantly prodded one and felt the pressure... it was her IMPLANTS.  The growth wasn't some organic fluke, swelling caused by allergy or stimulation, it was her damned implants getting bigger!  She moaned in a combination of worry and... pleasure?  "This is getting too weird," she moaned, and swung her legs over the side of the bed to get some clothes on.

Instead she felt a small weight settle in her lap and stared down at her middle.  Barely visible over the swell of her breasts, Tasha could see her once-flat stomach now looked like she'd gorged herself on a Thanksgiving dinner.  A soft roundness bulged from her waist, settling between her thighs!  Tasha pushed a trembling finger at the skin across her middle and felt it bump her firm, tight skin, a deep bubbling noise coming from inside her just like...

"A balloon!" she cried, hugging herself and hunching over.  "A balloon full of... of..." she began, astonished that the thought was suddenly turning her on once again, "Full of cum!" Tasha moaned.  She squeezed her arms around her belly and tried to stifle the sigh of delight that threatened to pop from her lips.  "I need help... who would believe me?  This is crazy!"  She stood shakily and pulled on sweats, tossing a robe over herself and peeking into Abby's room.  "Abs?  You awake?"

The room was dark and there was no answer.  Tasha grimaced and tried to think.  What can I do?  I can't BELIEVE I let him cum inside me so much... how is it even possible?  She fidgeted, wiggling in place until she realized her new size jiggled more than she was used to.  I guess I can't say I "let" Gray cum in me... I FORCED him to... this is all so strange!

I should clean up, she decided.  Then I'll think of something.  Maybe I'll wake up Abby and go to the doctor, I just don't know, she thought, opening the door to the bathroom... and froze in shock!

Inside, Abby was trying to crawl into the bathtub from off the floor.  She turned and looked at Tasha over one shoulder, her hair spilling off in wet, heavy curls... a shimmering deep blue color!  Tasha stared, open-mouthed at Abby's glowing blue eyes, the length of her pointed ears... and below, at a pair of tits that rivaled her OWN.

"Holy SHIT!" Tasha muttered under her breath.  Abby didn't seem bothered by her own transformation!  Indeed, Tasha suddenly realized her roommate was fingering herself furiously, rolling her hips and pumping her arm with her luscious lips open and inviting... Abby's hypnotically glowing eyes seemed to draw Tasha closer.  They shone from beneath the canopy of shimmering blue hair.

"Tasha," Abby gasped, her voice coming out musically.

"Abs... what... what happen'd... t'you..." Tasha murmured, staring hard at Abby as the girl's pumping arm grew quicker, quicker... Abby's face pinched in ecstasy, her eyebrows crinkling and her whole face lighting up as she was overcome with pleasure!  As she gasped and uttered sharp little cries of delight, her arm frozen in place but her fingers still slowly stroking, Tasha saw Abby's breasts shudder and swell even LARGER.

Without even realizing she was doing it Tasha knelt on the floor beside Abby and placed her hand over Abby's own, matching the speed of Abby's stroking.  Up close Tasha could really see how much her roommate had changed... instead of a light dusting of freckles, sparkling scales dotted Abby's face, neck and chest, their glimmering a pale blue color!  Her ears were long and pointed like some kind of elf, but at the earlobe Tasha noticed a tiny web of thin, transparent skin that suggested something of a more aquatic nature...  That slippery oil coated Abby's entire body, glistening wetly on her pale skin and making those huge swollen tits look even bigger!

"Yes Tash... oh yes make me cum, YES make me CUM!" Abby chanted, her voice echoing strangely and tinkling musically in the bathroom... Tasha hardly recognized it, but with a glance at those glowing blue eyes she knew she wanted nothing more than to obey it!  She grinned and stroked Abby deep inside, searching for that wrinkled nub of nerves that would send another juicy spurt of girlcum into Tasha's palm...

"Anh!" Abby cried, arching her back and lifting her massive breasts up close to Tasha's face!  "Yes!  Right THERE!  Make me cum again, make..." Abby panted for a second before she was able to finish, "Make my tits bigger, oh Tasha it feels so fuh-fucking GOOD!"

"Is that how it works?" Tasha asked, stretching her head toward one of Abby's new, huge breasts.  She lightly licked the nipple, timing her tongue's movements with her finger's teasing of Abby's pussy... and the breast swelled right into her mouth!  She tasted that same mysterious flavor from the plane in the slippery coating on Abby's skin, and her eyes rolled back into her head as she sucked HARD on Abby's breast while doubling the speed of her fingering.

"Ohmygodohmygod TASHA YES!  Oh God your fingers... your tongue... oh fuck me, FUCK ME!"  Abby moaned.

Tasha lifted her lips off Abby's nipple slowly, leaving a line of drool between her mouth and that gorgeous, round boob, before she returned her attention to the pussy that greedily rippled around her fingers... and stared in amazement at Abby's legs!

They were turning BLUE.  The pattern of scaley-freckles on Abby's chest darkened the lower it went, thickening and overlapping until they shone on the surface of her skin!  That oil was thicker there, growing translucent as it coated Abby's legs, and Tasha felt the flesh of Abby's body... changing!  It was growing softer, cooler, and almost malleable... Tasha saw the tips of Abby's toes flex and stretch, and to her amazement they kept going!  The toes fanned out and grew longer, and longer... skin stretched tight between them, and Tasha noticed the oil on Abby's skin thickened until it was solid in between Abby's ankles...

"No... way!"  Tasha whispered in awe.  It should have looked disgusting, or horrifying... but somehow in the moment it was inevitable, it was natural, it was... RIGHT.  "You're... you're changing into..." A MERMAID, her mind completed, but it was such a ludicrous notion her lips refused to speak it!

Abby uttered soft, musical whimpers, rendered wordless with arousal.  "Annnh!  Unh!" she sighed in her tinkling voice, and she gripped Tasha's hand around the wrist, driving the buxom brunette's fingers deep... and tugging lightly she began to jerk her hips forward.  "Yuh... yessss... Taaaaaaashaaaa..." Abby purred, her lips curling in a blissful smile.  She seemed to be completely aware of her body's transformation... she was simply more concerned with satisfying her new form's seemingly bottomless libido!

The tugging was more than the insistent pumping of a girl desperate to get off... Tasha saw Abby's legs merging together, up her calves, up her thighs, and as Abby's jerked her hips and churned Tasha's fingers (still darting in and out of that juicy hole) she shifted her pussy forward so it wouldn't be consumed by the flesh that seemed to simply APPEAR magically!  The slippery oil coating Abby's legs changed consistency and became rubbery.  The scales crept over the new skin, seemed to grow like frost on a cold window over the pale skin.

"Abby, this is... this is incredible!"  Tasha murmured, staring at Abby's body from the top of Abby's head covered now in shimmering blue hair, pointed ears and glowing blue eyes, her pale skin dotted with an exotic pattern of scales, those... MASSIVELY swollen breasts that bobbed and heaved with every deep, shaking breath the mermaid took... and finally, the thick, powerful, and coiled tail.  It didn't look like a fish's tail, strangely.  It was more snakelike, curling powerfully, but ended in a wide tail fin that slapped the floor loudly and wetly with each thrust of Abby's hips.

And the whole time, Abby hadn't stopped doing her best to fuck Tasha silly!  As the changes in Abby's body came to an end, Tasha met those glowing blue eyes once more, the hunger in her eyes communicating more clearly than words were able... COME HERE.

With a moan of submission and relief, Tasha fell into her arms, and as they wrapped around each other they slid into the water of the tub.  Their cries of pleasure and arousal echoed in the bathroom, down the pipes, waking some of their neighbors.  Tasha's fingers found their place, massaging Abby deep inside, and the mermaid humped and bucked against her hand.  Abby brought Tasha's head to her breast and cooed as the girl drank deep, the same wonderful taste of the mermaid pouring into her.  Abby rubbed over the small bump in Tasha's stomach, causing Tasha to cry out and press her hands deeper into the taught flesh... 

Again and again they climaxed, again and again they screamed in delight and surprise, until finally they collapsed, utterly spent and slipped into dreams of deep seas and clear water while they slept in the tub.