Random Growth 2

[Obsidian]

Hey all, just a quick continuation of a story I wrote a while back. If you missed the first part, I've attached it to this thread for your viewing/continuity pleasure.

Enjoy!

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Random Growth 2

"If you're just tuning in, an astonishing situation is unfolding in downtown Mannhattan..." Blared Lyra's television set, the news anchor stuttering a bit as the news airborne camera panned and zoomed in on the sight of her best friend's feet plowing through the café front. Shaking, despite the warm towel wrapped snuggly around her, Lyra shook her head in disbelief.

"Are you alright?" Lyra visibly jumped the moment her fiance's hand made contact with her, and he quickly removed it. "I'm sorry, I didn-"

"No, it's okay." The blonde woman whispered, her voice trembling. "I-I just..." Unable to find the right words, she simply trailes off, her jaw slack.

"It's fine, dear. It's a lot to take in, I know."

"How..." Lyra turned her head back to the television, watching as more and more of the building began to crumble around Amy's form, dust billowing up and obscuring the live feed. "I mean-Jesus, Greg, she put that shit in my drink! That could easily have been me right now!"

Greg pushed up his glasses and stared at the television screen intently, his lips pursed.

"Where did she even find a drug like that?"

Lyra said nothing, simply shrugging her shoulders.

"In all my thirty-seven years as a newscaster, I've never seen anything like this. Both terrifying and bizarre. Local law enforcement-"

The screen suddenly turned dark as Lyra grabbed the remote and hit the power button.

"I can't." She said, tossing the controller aside and rising to her feet. "I can't keep watching it."

"I understand-"

"No, you don't!" Lyra snapped. Collecting herself, she continued in a more subdued voice. "I'm...I'm sorry. It's just, I was there, you know? I watched it happen...and not just to Amy...but to those poor girls too..."

"Hun, why don't you try and get some sleep." Greg proposed, reaching out to lead her back to the bed. Lyra, however, was having none of it.

"I can't sleep, Greg. I'm going to work tonight." Lyra ran her hands through her hair. "Just because my best friend overdoses on some fucked up shit doesn't mean-"

"What?" Greg looked at her, incredulous. "You're seriously going to work after that?!" Shaking his head, he raised an eyebrow at her. "Lyra, you passed out, FAINTED. Don't you think some rest would be a good idea? And besides, I thought you had the day off anyway?"

"Yeah, well now I'd rather just go to work." Lyra fired back, again more fiercely than she'd intended.

"Lyra, no law firm is open past 5." Greg shot back. "Security-"

"Knows me." Lyra finished, tossing aside her towel and heading towards the shower. "And I doubt my boss will mind the overtime. Christ, think about the claims that'll b4 coming in, the lawsuits!"

"Lyra..."

"I'm going, Greg, and don't you dare call me crazy." She yelled from inside the bathroom, shedding her clothes in preparation for a much-needed shower. Throwing his hands up in the air and scratching the back of his head, Greg contemplated what he should do next before giving up and walking out of the room. In the bathroom, Lyra had just removed her undergarments and was stepping into the shower. With a quick turn of her wrist, a gentle spray of warm water cascaded down on her, and the young woman sighed.

Unbeknownst to her and missed by her fiance, the leg of Lyra's discarded pants was blemished with more than just dust and wood fragments; a light dusting of purple powder began to glisten on the fabric as steam steadily filled the room...

***

Sitting at her desk on the forty-seventh floor, surrounded by filing cabinets, Lyra busied herself with mundane clerical work. As she'd predicted, her employer was more than happy to grant her access, and in the silence of her office, Lyra found some measure of solitude. The news was still roiling with updates regarding the incident, but the paralegal paid it no heed. The last thing she wanted was to hear or read anything else about that disturbing event.

Heaving a sigh, Lyra swiveled her chair around and reached out for one of the filing cabinets. Just before her fingers graced the metal handle, however, she was struck numb as a sudden surge of heat exploded from within her loins...

"W-wha..." Lyra gasped, stunned and nearly doubling over as the heat pulsed more intensely a second time. Instinctively grabbing at her womanhood through her dress skirt, Lyra squinted her eyes and let out a shuddering breath as her entire body began to tingle, her nerves sparking with unmistakable pleasure. Whimpering, she convulsed as a spontaneous orgasm overtook her. Still cupping herself, she could feel her wetness soaking through her skirt and dripping through her fingers with each pulse of her sex.

Finally coming down from her sudden release, Lyra panted and tried to take stock of what had just happened. Bringing her hand up to her face, she looked at her slick fingers and palm with absolute confusion, paying no attention to the musky droplets dripping down onto the paperwork on her desk. It was only when her eyes caught sight of the sparkling engagement ring around her third finger did she finally understand...causing a cold sweat to break out all over her body.

"No...n-no, please no..." She whispered, her lower lip beginning to tremble as she watched the flesh around the ring starting to swell around the thin metal. At the same time, her heels began pinching her toes and she looked down to find small indentations pushing against the pointed fronts. Trying to calm herself and relieve the unpleasant sensation, Lyra kicked off her heels and sat back in her chair. Taking deep breaths, she gripped the arms of her chair and shook her head.

"It's your imagination, Lyra." She repeated over and over, trying to ignore the pesky truth of her spontaneous orgasm. "You're worked up, frightened, and your mind is playing tric-uuuugggghhhhh..."

Lyra moaned involuntarily as another burst of heat flooded her pussy, causing her to lean forward in her chair and grip the armrests tighter. Trying to collect herself, she found the task impossible as the heat grew stronger with each passing second. Curling her toes inside her pantyhose, Lyra collapsed onto the floor as another powerful climax stunned her. Writhing on the floor, moaning without shame, she bucked her hips as more of her hot juices ran down her leg, dampening her hose and the carpet beneath her. Robbed of her senses as the orgasm rolled through her, Lyra didn't catch the sudden tightening of her blouse around her torso, nor did she hear the expensive symbol of Greg's love snapping from her finger. Gripping the carpet with both hands, Lyra screeched in unrestrained bliss as her tits began pushing against her top, the soft flesh filling with more and more fatty tissue and straining her buttons with every passing second.

"Th-this...n-not happening...it can't b-be!" Lyra cried out, finding it harder to breathe, her baby blue blouse constricting her. Groaning, feeling another wave of unwanted ecstasy about to overwhelm her, the afflicted young woman gasped in relief as the buttons on her top began to pop away one-by-one. With every button lost, more of her swelling cleavage billowed forth, her stiffening, red nipples already slipping over the confines of her lacey, white bra.

The orgasmic pleasure assailing her returned with a vengenance, and Lyra couldn't stop herself from cumming a third time, the hair-tie holding her ponytail in place snapping and allowing her gold-brown locks to cover her face. Her ass in the air, she could physically feel her panties being subsumed ever so slowly into her crack as her buttocks began to grow and swell. At the same time, she could also feel those same panties beginning to sink into another crevice, elicting an almost hyperventilating series of moans from the young woman. Reaching her hand back, Lyra's fingers lightly scraped along her exposed labia. Holding her fingers still, she could feel the tender and wet lips pulsing with heat...and swelling. The sound of tearing fabric began to reach her ears, and Lyra almost jumped the moment her panties violently tore away from her body. Glistening with sweat and quivering in the pale light of both her office and the crescent moon shining through the window, Lyra was powerless to stave off another round of blissful growth. Her blouse, already giving way in the front, was coming untucked from her skirt, itself no longer adequately covering the girl's modesty. Runs began to form in her hose, which rapidly began to widen into actual tears...

Reaching a hand up, Lyra made a last ditch effort to reach her phone...but managed only to knock most of the contents of her desk onto the floor. With more heat beginning to build just below her belly, Lyra lowered her head in defeat.

"G-greg..." She whimpered softly, before breaking into a long, staccato moan as the remains of her work clothes began to tear and rip...

-OR 2015