[Eelskin]

10

For a few moments nobody spoke. I looked on in horror, Veronica tried to cover herself up with an increasingly inadequate bedsheet, and Marie-Eve appeared to be in a kind of shocked lust.

It was Veronica who first spoke.

?Marie-Eve? I didn't know.?

Marie-Eve pulled her eyes away from Veronica?s body and brought them up to her face. ?You didn?t know what? How the hell did this happen??

Veronica looked at me, not knowing how to proceed. I started to explain. ?It?s the bracelet. The one we got at the flea market last month. Souviens-tu??

Marie-Eve looked at me, not understanding. ?Oui? I remember.?

?Well, it, uh, it does this.? I gestured toward Veronica. Her growth had slowed when I started talking to Marie-Eve, and now appeared to have stopped.

?How??

Veronica answered. ?It picks up on people?s attraction. Whenever someone thinks? thinks I?m sexy.?

Marie-Eve nodded hesitantly, then seemed to realise the implications of what Veronica had just told her. She began to blush, her face going even redder than the wine had made it. ?Oh??

?So,? Veronica continued, slurring slightly and tying the bedsheet around herself. At her current size, it looked less like a sheet and more like a large towel. It was still a bedsheet, though, and her body was still visible through the shear fabric to anyone who looked directly at her. ?That?s what I didn?t know. I never knew you felt that way? about me.?

?Well, I didn?t, usually. But lately you?re different. You?re more? happy. More confident. And it makes you-? she glanced at me, then back at Veronica. ?It makes you really sexy.?

As she spoke those words, Veronica seemed to rise a bit higher, sitting there on the bed. She grinned, and Marie-Eve?s eyes widened.

My worry increased, and I felt I needed to bring them back to the reality of the situation. I had thought that I would be getting Marie-Eve to leave right now, but from the way those two were looking at each other, and from the way they were speaking, it was clear they were still drunk. So was I, for that matter. ?So Marie-Eve,? I blurted, ?I really think I should be calling you a cab.?

Both of them looked at me. ?I don?t think you need to do that, David,? objected Veronica. ?I mean, she?s already seen me. And we?re? such close friends. And we?re learning a lot about each other right now. Aren?t we??

Marie-Eve?s eyes were fixed back on Veronica. ?Yeah? we are.?

I couldn?t believe what I was hearing. Veronica was still growing, slowly and steadily, and the bedsheet began to come loose around her expanding frame. She grabbed at it with both hands to prevent it from falling, but then a thoughtful look crossed her features. She looked at me with a mischievous expression on her face. I began to shake my head no, but she was already looking at Marie-Eve instead of me. Marie-Eve just smiled, and Veronica dropped the sheet.

Her body was magnificent. Even after the previous six weeks, and after our sex just a couple of hours prior, I had never gotten used to the sight of my titanic girlfriend naked. She crossed her legs, and the sight of her two massive thighs pressing against each other was usually enough, just by itself, to get me aroused. I tried to restrain myself, but looking at her thighs, plus her huge belly bulging out, jiggling slightly every time she moved, and her enormous plump breasts hanging in open view, and her deliciously thick arms hanging by her sides, was more than I could manage. My penis immediately hardened, slightly painful from being called to attention so soon after performing. Marie-Eve stared openly with a tipsy smile plastered on her face, and Veronica just tilted her head back and closed her eyes, revelling in the sensation of being drunkenly adored and lusted after by not one, but two people.

And she grew.

She had been creeping up slowly, but the speed of her growth must have doubled at this point. She slowly, deliberately, leaned forward and stood up off the bed, rising above us and taking her time doing it, and Marie-Eve stood as though hypnotised, totally unable to remove her gaze from my girlfriend?s body. It occurred to be that she had spent so much time in the past month using her size to get me off that she now knew exactly how to do it. I hadn?t even noticed, because I had seen her clumsily improving her grace and body language, but watching her seducing Marie-Eve was like watching someone take candy from a baby. Marie-Eve didn?t stand a chance.

Not that she would call that a bad thing.

Veronica stood up to her full height, head almost touching the ceiling but not quite, exposing herself fully to the two of us, and took a step forward. The top of Marie-Eve?s head was at the level of Veronica?s breasts, for the moment, and when Veronica extended her arms to press her face against her huge, swaying belly, Marie-Eve just raised her own arms, as if automatic, to grasp the enormous belly in front of her, but she could barely get her arms around her. She held what she could and pressed her cheek against the massive belly in front of her with her eyes closed.

Veronica looked at me with indescribable pleasure in her eyes. Her head was now touching the ceiling and she had to bend her neck slightly to stand up. She kissed the air while staring down into my eyes. ?Marie-Eve, dear, don?t you want to take your shoes off? Get a bit more comfortable??

I spoke up again. ?Veronica-?

?David, I know you want to take your shoes off,? she interrupted.

?I?m not wearing shoes.?

?Did I say shoes? I meant pants.?