Chapter 4: Egg

In which we discover what it was all about. In even the most complicated of life cycles there is only one ultimate driver - reproduction.

10.15 Saturday 17th July 2004

Saturday morning, waking Mike with a blow job. It is such a nice ritual, to be able to take time over it, instead of having to rush it like on weekdays. I swear he pretends to be asleep just to make sure I do the full slow getting-him-up-before-he-wakes-up routine. But I am beginning to wonder if I am not actually becoming addicted to his ejaculate. I feel really moody until I have had my mouthful of refreshing frothy minty stuff. Coffee? Who needs it!

20.03 Saturday 17th July 2004

PL 20, stats 34-21-39-E, Action VPx1, Fstx1 (lounge) Mx1, VPx1 (kitchen) VP2or3 (bedroom)

I thought we ought to measure the volume of Mike's ejaculate, so I gave him a hand job into a breakfast cup. Guess what, over three quarters full. When it splashes inside me that IS what it feels like, but I never thought it really was. I can actually feel the liquid sloosh about in my insides after a good session, and I cannot describe the tingling buzz it gives me, like getting high or a bit drunk.

It is as if his body is all set up to make this blue stuff and pump it into my body as fast as possible. And my job is to make it irresistible for him to do it!

And why does masturbating him make me cum? Yes, it was just so sexy, looking into his eyes while I slowly jerked him off. But there is more. It is that link between us - I don't know what it is but it makes me feel warm and toasty just to have him in the same room, and I can always tell when he has a hard-on from the butterflies in MY stomach.

I kept the cupful to sip later. It is here at the keyboard. Well it was, but for some reason it is almost all gone now. God, if you could bottle this stuff you could make a fortune! And it makes me feel so... I mean I know Mike is waiting for me, but I should be able to control myself long enough to finsih this adn

fuckit

21.50 Sunday 18th July 2004

PL 20, stats 34-21-38-E, Action??

I don't know what to put in the stats anymore, for night time. You see, although we are not doing it any more often, it is lasting longer and longer. At night, sometimes he does not disengage, but we just lie there, cuddling. His penis is so long that it can stay in even when it is a bit soft, and we can still be comfortable lying in each others arms. Last night, I dozed off, afterwards, with it still in me. I woke up from this amazing dream - well you can guess what it was about, because he kneeling over me, really slowly and carefully fucking me with a prick like an iron bar, while trying not to wake me up. I wrapped myself around him and got my tongue down his throat and my finger up his ass so I could reach his prostrate, and gave him such an orgasm - that will teach him to take advantage of a girl while she is getting her beauty sleep!

Just writing about it makes me extra horny, as if I didn't want him inside me all the time anyway. Where is he, we are going to bed right now.

20.16 Monday 19th July 2004

PL 20, stats 34-21-38-E

Last night he was in me from 10.00 pm when we went to bed, until 7.30 am this morning when the alarm woke us up. We did not do any funny stuff, no anal or oral, just lots of beautiful gentle fucking, and he did not pull out once. But it was not all screwing. We must have had half a dozen orgasms, together of course, but we also got lots of sleep. Just as well the bed is so big and it is warm enough not to need covers; we just fucked and dozed and cuddled and fucked some more without stopping or thinking or having to worry about what we were doing. And whether he was on top or underneath or by my side, he was plugged in the whole time.

I remember when I was kid reading about this bizarre deep sea fish, you know one of those strange ugly things with luminous bits that never see the light. I forget the name. Apparently the male is much smaller than the female, maybe only a tenth the size, so you would think he was a different species. When he finds a suitable mate, he fastens on just near her sex opening, with his teeth. And stays there for the rest of their lives. He lives off her body, becoming like a parasite, and fertilises the eggs as they come out. At the time, I thought - "Nice life, typical man!" But now I wonder about what it would be like for the female. Well it certainly takes the risk out of finding a male with sperm, in a big empty ocean. Maybe worth supporting a passenger just for that. But how would it FEEL?

Because now I have this strange little fantasy of Mike and I plugged into each other for ever, always together, and never having to be apart.

20.35 Tuesday 20th July 2004

You may have noticed I have stopped with the statistics line. Well there does not seem much point, now our different bits have clearly stopped growing. It goes up or down a bit, but that is obviously just how I measure stuff.

23.30 Wednesday 21st July 2004

This is Mike. I'm shaking. I almost did it again. How could I have been so STUPID!

But it's alright. No-ones dead, I don't think she's hurt, just I'm very frightened and - very, very cross with myself.

We were doing an internal "exam". Well that's what she calls it, although there is not much examination and a lot of fondling. It's so strange to be feeling her up on the inside, so hot and so... well more than sexy, intimate. It's not meat, not cold or dead. This is her hot, moving, breathing slippery insides I have my hand in, and she can feel every touch. If I put my shoulder right up between her legs I can reach between her lungs and stroke her heart. Yes, her living beating heart. Somehow it seems so... her centre... her very being, literally in my hand. And it really REALLY turns her on.

Unfortunately it turns me on too, and we both got a bit excited. I can remember gripping it, really quite hard, and then, the feel of the pulsing bursting life within my fingers, while she spasmed and convulsed in orgasm around my arm. But of course I came too, like a steam engine, and must have gripped too hard, because when I stopped... it had stopped as well.

Okay, I panicked, if only for a second. But the First Aid training kicked in, and I had my arm out, and her on her back and I was stiff armed, leaning on her chest ready to go with the resuss routine - when her eyelids fluttered. She opened them and looked up at me. "Wow", she breathed, "That was something. I must have actually fainted." She frowned. "Your face! What's going on?"

She would hardly believe me when I told her, but I was so worried. Okay it seems silly afterwards, but I could not stop putting my ear against her chest just to hear the ba-bump of her ticker pumping away again.

20.21 Thursday 22nd July 2004

I think that last night, with my fainting and... whatever else happened... is the limit of our experimentation. I don't know about Mike - well in fact I do know about Mike. We both feel we have pushed the bizarre as far as we want to go for now. After all, we love each other so much, and just quite plain ordinary sex (alright, pretty sustained sex!) is so good, why should we muck around? So, from now on it will just be my vagina. That and my uterus. My vagina, my uterus, maybe my rectum, my mouth, and then his tongue, his penis, his fingers; don't forget my tongue, his rectum, my fingers, his mouth - okay we still need a bit of variety!

It is funny, but I really DO know about Mike. If anything, we talk less these days, and what we say is just the jokey stuff, like old buddies. But I know what he feels. And I know he knows what I feel. All the time.

20.15 Tuesday 27th July 2004

PL 17, stats 34-22-39-E

Life has settled down. People have got used to how we look, and my friends have stopped asking for the name of my hairdresser, or what diet I am on.

It seems as if our bodies have stopped changing, and now when I look in the mirror, what I see there does not seem so unusual or extraordinary. I suppose we have forgotten what we looked like before. The blueness seems to have died down, as well. Our saliva, my juices, are back to normal, although Mike's ejaculate still has a blue tinge, and that mouth-watering mint flavour. Mmmmmmmm, still can't get enough of it!

Things are still changing inside me, I can feel them, sometimes. I have a hope that they are growing back to how they were, but of course I have no easy way of telling, and I am not sure I feel brave enough to investigate.

20.10 Wednesday 4th August 2004

You will noticed that this is the first entry for a bit. To be honest, it has been a bit of a chore so I have not been bothering. But something seemed odd to me so I have just measured my bust for the first time in a week. It is smaller! So is Mike's penis.

Now I think about it, it seemed smaller yesterday, although I did not think anything of it. What is going on now?

20.56 Friday 6th August 2004

PL 13, stats 34-23-36-D

There is no doubt about it. We are "shrinking" back to normal. Obviously this whole body alteration was just a temporary effect and I suppose eventually we will end up just as we were before.

I am not sure how I feel about that.

20.23 Saturday 7th August 2004

PL 11, stats 34-24-36-D

Mike and I have been talking about it. Firstly, we both agree that, although on the whole this blue thing has been exciting, it is also pretty weird, and possibly dangerous. If nothing else, we are lucky that no-one else found out. How could we possibly explain? So it is not the end of the world if it is ending.

But, secondly, we are NOT just going to sink back into the old ways. We love each other too much now - that will never change. And, the good things - well why can't we try to hang on to them? So we are going to eat healthily, both make an effort with our appearances, and tomorrow we will both join a gym.

It will be sad, though, when it gets too short to stay in me all night long. I think that, of everything, that will be the one thing I will really miss. Hmmm... make the most of it tonight!

17.30 Sunday 8th August 2004

PL 10, stats 34-24-36-C

The gym was fun. Partly because it was easy - I have only now realised how strong and fit this blue thing has made us. We just breezed through stuff that left other people collapsed on the floor, and the trainer was giving both of us appraising looks at the end. Maybe we should slacken off a bit?

But the other nice thing was not standing out. It was a mixed gym, of course (we had decided to stick together for this) with maybe more women than men, and they were mostly really fit people. "Fit" in both senses - I had been really worried about stripping down to a leotard, with my figure, and Mike had to strap up tight and then wear some pretty roomy shorts. But lots of people had figures almost as extreme as ours. The only difference is they had to sweat for theirs!

20.56 Saturday 14th August 2004

PL 9, stats 34-24-36-C

We were lying there, in bed last night cuddling, and I had to ask him. Whether he missed the old me, with the fantastic boobs and the vagina like a hoover. He laughed, and said he was thinking of getting a plumper pillow for the bed. It is strange, he is still so tough that I cannot seem to hurt him no matter how hard I poke him.