This choice: After a few hours like this, Tharja begins to change • Go Back...Chapter #33Tharja can feel a change coming... by: WritingGuy   *Written on Request*
"Ugh, this stinks! Tharja! Come on, let me out! You've had me in here for, like... Two! No, Three hours! Mom's probably worried sick about where I am!"
Tharja, on the other hand, was of a different opinion compared to the boy curled up in her belly.
"Mmm... Patience, little one! I'll let you out in time... but not before I've, shall we say- had my fill of you? Hee hee hee!"
In any other circumstances Morgan would've been surprised to here such a pleasant sound coming out of Tharja's mouth. Her usual dark chuckle almost sounded like a girlish giggle! Buuut not quite, it was still too Tharja-like. Oh man, when was she going to let him out?! It was tight and hot and dark and wet and smelly and---
Tharja's words interrupted Morgan's wayward train of thought.
"Oh, calm down, Morgan. I'll let you out in time, just not right away! And besides... you've barely been in there for an hour! It seems like you're having trouble keeping track of time in there."
"Well, MAYBE that's because there's nothing to do in here! I can't see anything, I can't hear anything other than you, and I sure wish I could smell something other than what I'm smelling. And the worst part is how cramped it is! I can barely move, and my legs are starting to get reeeeally stiff!" Morgan groused, his usual naivete and innocence faded a bit thanks to the uncomfortable situation he found himself in.
Drat, Tharja couldn't fault the boys words, could she? Sure, she was really enjoying herself right now, but things were pretty hard for Morgan... and she did have a soft spot for the boy. Tharja cared about very few thing in life- Robin was number one, and Morgan was right up there next to curses, hexes, and dangerous dark magic for the runner-up spot. Tharja sweated a little, realizing that her precious Robin was probably not going to be happy with her putting her enjoyment over Morgan's comfort.
But how could she help him? She had half-a-dozen solutions for freeing him from her stomach, but of those six, one was fatal to Morgan, two were fatal to her, and the remaining three were far safer (and less painful) but would take at least a few days to prepare...
While Tharja was lost in thought, she clearly missed the fact that the runes that had signified her body's internal protection from the large foreign object inside were once again shining... but not because Morgan was growing again, oh no- he'd reached his full size when she'd finished *ahem* gratifying herself.
No, now it was Tharja's turn to change! The buxom dark mage couldn't believe her eyes- what was happening to her?!
1. Tharja's rockin' her normal gorgeous bod, now Amazonian-sized! She's a whopping 9 feet tall now! (Reserved for Dolphinman)
2. She's shrinking! And Morgan is shrinking with her!
3. Her internal protection is working better than expected- Morgan's suddenly drops to half his normal size... and the stolen mass goes straight to Tharja's curves!  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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