Chapter 15: Chapter 12: Morning Aftershocks

Keri didn’t know it until now, but she loved to dance! It was not too dissimilar from boxing in its own way. Both included constantly changing stances, and swinging of her hips. And just like the ring, there were people to watch and cheer over her. She forgot the awkward pain in her knees and ankle joints as she swirled around the room. Sounds and lights were merely distorted shades of reality that blinded her senses. It was a nuisance to try and focus on anything for any length of time. The only thing that seemed to keep her thoughts grounded was the feeling of hot water pouring over her. 

She wasn’t outside, she new that and very much didn’t want to go outside. Further more she didn’t know exactly where she was but Noell was there, she could recognize the smell of her shampoo! She was nearby, she wanted to be near her. 

Time seemed to speed up and slow down in random increments. Time only froze in those heart throbbing moments she had her soaking body pressed against another…or when someone else’s touch coveted herself. She felt conquered as skin broke free from its bounds, her hard perky nipples gracing the seething air. Lust was suddenly so electric! Keri felt her body teeter on the edge of sanity with each passing second. She tasted supple lips and tongues intertwined. Her arms wrapped around a soft and nimble body amid a muffling cry for more. The sounds of gasping moans echoed around her, mixing with the breaking music in a cacophony of desire. 

Flashes of time continued to fade in and out, most of them blurred. Each moment would come to stain her recollection as little more than confused feelings and sobering reflections. It was like she was in a twisting dream, one she didn’t want to wake from. 

The throb of music continued to pulse in the air, the strobes of light tore through the sweaty fog. Water rained from the ceilings from cast iron sprinklers. These moments of clarity were quickly replaced by what could only be distorted nightmares preying on her reality. 

A fiend, like the one that killed Johnathan, kept appearing in her vision. Sometimes the skitter was clinging to the wall or corners of the ceiling. Its eyes bearing down onto her never wavered. Keri felt long talon fingers and scratchy nails tugging at her torn lace strappings, she smelled corpse breathe breathing down her neck. 

In the nightmare Keri screamed, shoving the thing away and running towards the source of the light in the room. Suddenly the Butcher was there, he and his massive brawny bulk stood in front of her and suddenly lifted a massive silver shield. He jumped over her and landed between herself and the thing chasing her. With a single swipe of his illustrious shield he broke its charge and casted it across the room. Suddenly cries of praise rained down from the pact masses around them.

Suddenly Sena was there! She was licking the sweat down her neck, while loosening some of the chords of her bra. Keri felt water leak from the cups of her bra, the water graced the curves of her cleavage. The softness of her breasts thrusted forward at the mercy of the burning water and firm hands. Her tongue was electric, her exploring fingers sent nerves shivering down her spine. Suddenly it wasn’t just Sena, but the famous Butcher from the ring again. His face kept changing, from the Butcher to Brutus to the nameless student she met in the hallway before. The hair of his beard seemed to dance and coil as he got closer to her.

She wanted him to touch her, and rejoiced as someones fingers rubbed the sensitive folds between her legs. She was burning, and recoiled from the touch. Her loins begged for more, her body demanded to be satisfied. A strong hand clasped softly against the nape of her neck, and she suddenly had a taste for something raw and powerful. Keri felt a surge of excitement from the power this being exuded over her. Her womanhood had become soaked, and it wasn’t from the water showering them from above. Her limbs were week, she felt her head spinning! She wanted more, as her lips salivated at the thought of being this mans broken pleasure.

She witnessed the mans erection breaking through the steam! Its gorgeous bounty had engorged itself beyond anything she had ever seen before. Her mouth was forced open which only excited her more. His masculine taste stained her tongue with a pungent mixture of sweat and sticky flesh. The only thing that helped overcome it was vodka. Sweet delicious vodka helped her in between each new manly flavor. Soon she preferred the taste each fleshy rod had over the alcohol. 

The skitter continued to appear in her vision, but each time at a distance. Until finally the creature approached her with its own arousal on display. Did skitters have a penis? She wondered to herself as it grew in front of her. Suddenly the skitter wasn’t there, but the student she sucked off in the hall took its place. Or  at least she thought it was him in the gloom. But that dominating shaft newly presented for her had been carved into her memory, and she could’ve sworn she recognized it. His manhood glowed for her, pulsating so hard she could practically hear its heart beat. She suddenly felt herself grow weak, her throat craved the taste of his refreshing ejaculation again.

She felt warm sticky fluids mix with the water raining upon her. The fabric of her garments were sticking to her skin. There were so many voices, so many tantalizing whispers dancing in her ear. Every touch was fulfilling, every spurt of spilled cum delicious, and every second overwhelming. 

At some point Keri didn’t care if what she was experiencing was a dream, or something else. It no longer mattered. All that did was the raw excitement of being at another ones mercy, and to be rewarded so splendidly.

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Her breasts were sore!

Keri curled into a ball and wrapped her arms around her chest. The blankets covering her weren’t her own? But that didn’t matter, she just wanted to lounge under the pleasantly warm sheets until the pain went away. Her forearms felt her stiff buds of he mounds, and tried to ignore just how sharp they were. She felt unconformable but didn’t want to move. 

Her eyelids were heavy, and she pulled the covers over her head to shield them from the thin ray of light coming into the room. 

Why did she feel so fucking bad! And why were her tits aching! Her mind floated in that space between sleep and consciousness, that place where it was hard to differentiate what was real and what was simply imagination. As it teetered back and forth, the pain dragged it further away from that deliciously sweet place that she called her dreams and she rolled over on her back. As she did so she couldn’t help but notice a subtle difference in pressure. It was so small she barely noticed it, but she recognized it almost instantly. It was the same type of growing pains she felt when she first felt her body mutating through puberty. 

She didn’t have defined curves until she was sixteen, something that bothered her relentlessly. She remembered the day she switched out her padded bra with an actual push up one. However at nineteen she was never as…well blessed as most of her friends. Keri blamed it on her training, her endless fat burning rotations and eating habits. But there was always a thought in the back of her mind of…what if this was it? 

Coming to the university she was exposed to new foods, supplements, and even dietary habits and lifestyle changes. And she did notice a difference, there was a slight weight gain and her womanly figure didn’t seem as held back as before. But those changes were simple, hardly noticeable. Now as she laid on her back she could feel something heavier weighing her down. She sacrificed some of the warm air shielding her to peer under the fabric. She looked normal, her body didn’t seem any different…at least at first. Her vision was still a little dizzy but she focused on the parts of her that felt odd. Her tender curves still looked the same, but they certainly didn’t feel the same. She felt herself, placing her hand underneath the base of each breast and then testing the firmness of them. As she did so she felt a deep soreness pulse to the surface, she almost growled in pain.

What the fuck happened last night! Did I run into something? The last time her boobs felt this sore was when she sparred with another female contender during a practice matchup a year ago. She had been cruel, and made an effort to include her chest in her body shots. It made Keri aware of just how harsher women could be in the boxing ring. 

But still thinking back on it she couldn’t help but wonder, did someone go to town on my fucking tits? She studied them further just to make sure there were no bruise marks, and was surprised to not find any outward signs of imperfection. Maybe she needed to see nurse? Could be something wrong with her milk glands or something…

She wrapped the cover tightly around her again and sank her head into the pillow. Their was a strong ginger smell coming from it. It definitely wasn’t her pillow, or her sheets, or her bed. Where was she? She inhaled the sweet scent again, her broken mind slowly recognizing its pungent odor. It smelled like Marybeth’s hair…

Ok, she thought to herself, she must be on her bed…but why? She found it difficult to settle her mind and drift back to sleep. Her body seemed unwilling to comply with her demands to simply shut down for a while longer. She probably would’ve just laid their, letting her stomach grumble and body shimmer, if it not have been for her roommate checking on her.

She entered the room and instantly went to check on her, placing a hand on her brow. 

“Hey sleepy head, you had a hell of a night last night.” She sounded so sweet and affectionate, it made Keri want to smile.

“Yes mommy,” she teased her. 

That made her laugh, “Your so cute when your asleep, and even more so when your curled up like this.”

Keri looked up at her, and Marybeth brushed her hair from her eyes. “Why am I in your bed?”

Keri hoped she didn’t deprive her roomie from her own place to sleep, she scanned her memory and couldn’t remember anything! The last thing she could picture was…Sena’s room? 

Too her credit, Marybeth didn’t seem discomforted, “You destroyed it, and not in a funny ‘can’t wait to tell this story’ sort of way.” She paused trying to decide how to frame the words, “Lets just say I don’t think washing them is going to work.”

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“Jesus what did I do…” Keri buried her head into the pillow, and suddenly felt something surge from her bowels. Her throat clenched as she tasted the sour tang of vomit demanding to be ejected. She surged forward and in an instant Marybeth had a trash can prepared for her. 

Keri vomited in the tin bucket, how her stomach still had anything left seemed impossible. Her shoulders barely kept her prone enough to not get any on her roommates beddings. When she finally finished she collapsed back on the pillow and felt Marybeth wipe her lips with a napkin. She felt so disgusted with herself, like a toddler needing to be cleaned up.

“How much did I drink last night?” As she finished speaking she felt a cool glass brush her lips, her roommate had apparently had a glass of water this whole time. She took a few sips, then guzzled the remaining glassful. 

“Um hard to say, when Julie carried you back you were long gone. You kept mumbling how good something tasted. And you were a complete mess. No sooner had you been laid on your bed that it needed to be cleaned up.” 

Keri’s eyes opened up slightly, “Julie, you’re telling me Julie brought me back?” Awareness took over her fragile senses.

Marybeth placed a cool rag on her head, “Yeah, she helped me get you out of all that…really nice lingerie you were wearing. Seriously thats one fine garment.”

Keri Pryde had suddenly become fully aware of just how naked she was. She suddenly became self aware of her own pubic hair! “So you both stripped me?”

Marybeth noticed her apprehension and helped pull the cover over her shoulders, “We had to clean you up a little too, but don’t worry we were gentle.”

Keri groaned in response, and hugged the covers tighter.

“You’re really beautiful by the way, and I think your tits are really cute.” 

Did she just wink at me? Keri might have just imagined it but she could’ve sworn she saw her wink. “Did I get in a fight last night? By chest hurts like a mother fucker.” 

“I don’t think so, but maybe their growing? Mine did the same thing last year.”

“Are you saying this is normal?”

“I mean with all the vitamins and supplements, not too mention your only what? Nineteen? I mean I grew two cup sizes at your age.”

Keri contemplated this, “How old are you?”

“twenty,”

“Why not say you’re boobs exploded last year?” She rolled over on her back again which for some reason felt better, “And I’m still not convinced this is normal.” 

Marybeth sighed and pulled a cold water bottle from the small fridge they kept in the corner, “If you’re really worried about it just see the nurse, once you feel better of course.” 

Keri accepted the bottle and unscrewed the lid, “Where did you sleep last night?”

“Downstairs in the commons lounge, their’s a cushy couch that has my name on it. I’ve used it before during some all nighters.” 

“Sorry,” Keri placed her hand on the cloth on her forehead, squeezing the water from it to drip down her brow.

“Nothing to be sorry for sis, just please don’t make a habit of it. Julie said she would come by later to give you a new set of bedding. And some new clothes. She claimed that you ‘misplaced’ what you were wearing during the party.”

Keri’s eyes shot open and she felt suddenly sick to her stomach.

“She did want to congratulate you on obeying her orders from yesterday though,” Marybeth continued, and then proceeded to find some aspirin, “Here take some of these and I’ll get you something easy to eat.”

Keri swallowed the pills, a memory flashed as they went down. A memory of swallowing something succulent juicy from before. She waited until Marybeth left the room, and then another thirty minutes before deciding she couldn’t go back to sleep. She dragged herself out of bed, trying to fight her stomach’s violent convulsions. She was still dizzy, so she didn’t stand on her feet but kept herself seated. She noticed a pile of fabric strewn on her side of the room, it was the dainty lingerie she had been wearing only yesterday. Even from a across the room she noticed it was soiled by something. She eventually summoned the strength to walk over to them to get a better look. Dry sticky patches of something foreign covered it, the stockings were coated by whatever it was. She bent over and smelled the substance clinging to the linen fabric, and she knew what it was. Her garments were saturated, one man couldn’t ejaculate this much of his seed. 

“What the hell happened last night?” She asked herself with a shaking voice. She placed a clammy hand on her stomach, and felt the turmoil boiling within. A memory flashed in front of her eyes, and a feeling of raw excitement. She threw up again before she could picture anything else.

It was well into the evening that she felt well enough to actually get out of bed. A cold shower and fourteen jugs of water later she still felt sick to her stomach. It was still hard to wolf anything down, just looking at food made her want to vomit the contents of her stomach. 

Her breasts were still sore and felt swollen in her hands. She stood in front of the mirror, studying each of her twins delicately. She traced her fingers along her soft skin until they swept over a small abrasion no bigger than a pinprick on the side. She moved closer to the mirror, and carefully analyzed the small bump. 

Was that a needle mark? She checked her other breast and found a similar abrasion on or near the same place. Did someone stick her with a needle! She panicked and nearly ran out of the door without clothes. She barely stopped herself in time to throw on a sweater and jogging pants. She was going to the nurses station, she needed to find out what the hell happened to her breasts!

 

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