Late Night Observation

[babeonboardirma]

'Huh...did this get smaller last time I wore it?'

Maybe she botched the laundry last time she did clothing or perhaps she was just gaining weight? Ugh, hopefully not the latter she really didn't want to attempt to go on another diet, since she couldn't keep to it. Fingers tugged at the hem that would hike up along her thighs. The shirt feel a bit more snug around her chest and April had neglected to bring a bra for her. Well, not like she slept in them.

Even wearing this it felt like her body was still getting warm. You'd think the sewers would be more drafty. Usually she wouldn't bother coming down here less it was an emergency or because of April, but no choice in the matter since she was under 'observation'.

She's been trying not to be too clumsy, but it never failed that hurricane Irma would knock over something or just bump right into one of the guys after dropping her glasses. Hand idly pawed the rather firm plastron chest to steady herself along with the other on a bicep.

'Ooof--! S-sorry, my bad. I'm trying to get use to navigating a place that's not my apartment.'

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[leonardoleads]

The sewer lair was its usual drafty self; the only difference was that it had a guest staying over until she could get back on her feet. Or rather, feet that were her normal size and not ... well, accompanying her fifty-foot frame.

Irma Langinstein had recently concluded what could only be described as the klutziest kaijuu rampage New York City had ever seen. It had rather embarrassing for everyone involved, even if Donatello was kind of fascinated by the physics of it. Doctors and scientists from all over the world wanted to study the phenomenon, but as far as most of the world knew, she had disappeared from the public eye.

At least now she was back to her regular size, riding out the last of the effects of the enlarging ray. Things were quiet now.

He heard the distinctive sound of glasses clattering to the floor of the nook in their lair that served as Irma's 'guest room'. Donatello rounded the corner just in time to bump into Irma, who was in the process of bending over to find her glasses. Since she was nearsighted to the point of near-blindness without her glasses, this was going to take a while.

As Irma steadied herself on his plastron, Donatello reached back and drew his bo from its holder in his belt. "Here, let me help," he told her as he held out the bo, carefully maneuvering the tip underneath her glasses to pick it up. Raising the bo's tip, the glasses slid across the length of the wooden weapon to Donnie's hand.

"Here you go." As he handed the thick-rimmed glasses to Irma, he took a moment to look at her current condition. She was sweaty and wearing a shirt that showed off her curves and--

--wait, Irma had curves?

"Um, how are you feeling? Any side effects since last time we spoke?"

[babeonboardirma]

'Ooh, thanks Donnie.'

Not sure if it felt like him though--huh, they stayed pretty fit didn't they? She's pretty sure that sounded like Donnie. Most of everything always looked very blurry. Even with her glasses on which was a big improvement at times it seemed like her eyesight could waver at times or maybe that was just her own absentmindedness. Hand fumbled slightly in taking the glasses as she put them on to adjust them back to her face properly.

'Well, besides that big increase in an appetite I had earlier my body been feelin' kinda hot lately.

Does it get hot down here often? Man, I thought the crowded street in New York were hot.'

A soft breath escaped her lips as she fanned her face with her other hand tugging at the slouching neck of her shirt that was already feeling like it was starting to stick to her figure. Oddly enough she did have a figure that was rather emphasized by how the fabric kept hugging her hips and swollen chest. Whether that was from the effects of the ray that was up in the air since she kept herself covered. The shirt might even be thinning more due to her sweating making things a bit transparent. The heat she felt was all over her body, but more so between her thighs that she's been trying to ignore.

[leonardoleads]

Donatello felt awkward as Irma felt around to determine his identity. He was all too happy to hand over her glasses so she could actually see her surroundings. Not that clear vision made a difference about whether or not she was a klutz.

She began to describe her symptoms, so he drew a small spiral notepad and pencil from his belt and started jotting it down. "Feeling hot... possibly feverish... It doesn't feel hot down here at the moment, Irma. If it feels hotter than outside to you, then the ray may have had more side effects than we thought."

He blinked, realizing he'd just said something that could possibly make her upset. And only a few hours ago, at her giant size, she had been crying to such an extent that her tears had rained on the pavement. "I mean ... there's no need to be alarmed just yet... I mean, it's probably perfectly normal that you're..."

His gaze kept getting drawn to her body, clad in an ill-fitting t-shirt soaked with her sweat. He could see the outline of her nipples through the shirt. "...hot and sweaty."

[babeonboardirma]

Pink lips had briefly turned into a frown and a pout was starting to form with brows knitted in worry. She could do without being big again and hopefully it wasn't going to happen again. Expression only faltered a bit when he explained as he was thankfully spared any wailing and tears.

'Is it? I don't think I felt like this since the last time I attempted to exercise. It's feels just...'

Thighs rubbed together as she couldn't really think of any other way to say it. Mind felt like it was starting to get heavier in a heated daze. It felt like a rush of heat had jolted between her thighs causing her body to bounce on her toes to send ample chest bouncing with the motions as she got anxious. Though not quite erect the puffy shape of her nipples stood out through the thin moist fabric.

Hands really felt the need to dip down between her legs to be rubbing at that 'itch', but resisted for the moment, but instead she decided to grab his wrist to pull his hand down to her abdomen, which was pulled even lower reaching her pelvis. Shirt had already hiked up over her thighs enough to be showing off the lace purple panties she sported.

'It feels even hotter here. You feel it? Is that normal too, Donnie?'

[leonardoleads]

Flushed skin. Sweating. Heavy breathing. Lips even more pink than usual. Thighs rubbing together. Abnormal body heat in and around nether regions. Her body was in a state normally associated with physical exertion, even though she had just implied she hadn’t exercised in a while. Stronger than usual body aroma.

Academically, this pointed toward a specific condition....

“Is this what humans are like when they’re aroused?” Donnie muttered, distracted by the heat he felt in her belly and the sight of her purple lacy panties. “Uh-um, I didn’t say that out loud, did I?”

[babeonboardirma]

Oh, she knew the times where she would be aroused, but can't say she ever experienced anything as heavy as this. Plus, she hadn't showed too much interest before in the least (other than some mishaps), she Was feeling this strong need to be touched by him and more. The scent that lingered on her was certainly strong as they were more like...pheromones? The scent probably far strong between her thighs.

There was a laugh made at the comment before she began to draw back pulling him along towards the nook.

'Yeah and not as much as this, but you know ...I wouldn't mind if you helped with that.~'
Maybe it's just been that long Body was more than willing to accept any male by this point.

[leonardoleads]

There was something about Irma’s scent that drew Donnie closer; he found himself bending downward to get a better whiff of her.

And then she was pulling him toward the nook that counted as her makeshift room. It took him a few seconds to catch onto why she was doing it, and what she meant by, ‘helped with that’.

“You mean you want to... with me?” He was already breathing harder, his hands at her hips. His fingers gripped her purple panties.

[babeonboardirma]

Hands began to wander up his arms and she didn't seem too bother by the gripping of soft fabric of her underwear. The scent that lingered on her body was heavy and probably wouldn't be noticeable to any human male to indicate a female in a rather heavy heat.

Arms found themselves to wrap around the back of his neck as he was leaning down as body closed any space between them to have her flushed against his rubbing back and forth along his planstron. Voice lowered into a soft whisper.

'Mmhm...think I've been more than fond of the color green lately~'

[leonardoleads]

Donatello was fascinated by how magnetic an effect her scent had on him. It drew him to her just as she was rubbing her body against him. Now he couldn't smell anything else but her.

His breathing was labored, accompanied by back-of-the-throat purring. "I think ... I'm fond of purple, too..."

He licked the side of her neck and jawline, tasting her sweaty skin. Then he crouched downward until his face was level with her crotch. Inhaling her powerful scent, he gripped her purple panties and tugged them downward until the pair was at her ankles.

Slipping one of her feet out of the garment, he rested her leg on his shoulder and give her pussy a nice long lick. He was getting drunk on Irma's body chemistry.

[babeonboardirma]

Feeling his tongue graze up along her neck to her jawline elicited a ticklish feeling as her body raised up slowly from the sensation onto her toes. Feeling the fabric of her her panties rolling down off her thigh she was more than willing to obliged in letting him take them off of her. Scent even stronger when crotch was left exposed now. Even more so when she felt herself spread slightly once he pulled her leg up over her shoulder to steady her and have better access between her thighs.


'Ah...' Teeth bit down on her finger that raised itself to her pink lips upon feeling the tongue slide across her lower moist lips stained with the taste of her juices. Hips couldn't help themselves in rolling forward to feel his tongue slide across the hot skin once more.

[leonardoleads]

The rolling of her hips met the sliding of Donatello's tongue as he lapped up all the wetness he could find. He'd never tasted anything like this, but he instinctively wanted more.

Soon his tongue probed between her lower lips, moving inside and roaming around. His tongue was longer and broader than any human's, and it explored her hot depths with the dedication of a curious mind.

[babeonboardirma]

Pink lips pressed along err index finger before teeth would bite down against on her finger at the sensation between her thighs feeling his tongue slide across the moist flesh. Hips rising feeling the curious probing made between her lips before feeling them spread around the thick tongue.

'Mnnf...!'

A soft murmur was made followed by a gasp feeling the tongue sink further inside her grazing across her dripping walls. Toes curling as she rocked her hips once more downward as body trembled.

[leonardoleads]

Judging by the sounds she was making, Irma was enjoying this, so Donatello probed further. He was entranced by her smell and taste, and he could feel her body practically melting in response to his tongue.

No wonder humans were so obsessed with sex.

After a few minutes of this, he moved his mouth away from her crotch, looking up at her. "Does that help? Are you feeling better now?"

[babeonboardirma]

'A~h....I...it really just feels hotter...'

Only a minor brief relief in sating that itch that still lingered in her walls what were wet with her juices and now his saliva. Face flushed with chest rising and falling with that scent that permeated from her getting heavier.

A rather empty feeling left in not being completely satisfied, yet body now craved for more than just his tongue that had explored and tasted her insides.

[leonardoleads]

Looking up at her, flushed and sweating and panting, Donnie was astounded. He'd never been in this situation, but he saw no reason to stop. "Hotter, you say? I'll run some tests, just to be sure."

With that, he slid his thick index finger into her pussy and worked it around. "Your internal temperature does seem to be increasing dramatically. It's my professional opinion that this is a good look for you."

[babeonboardirma]

Body raised as toes curled upon feeling the thick digit press against her sex and sink into her as her body fully accepted the penetration. A shaky breath falling from her lips as pink lips pressed against the tip of her finger as she bit along her finger nail.

Wet muscles tensed and squeezed around his finger as she leaned her head back. Good thing her legged was propped over his shoulder like this or else she wouldn't have been able to keep her balance under conditions like this, but it only made her yearn for something a lot thicker.

'...a~h..'

[leonardoleads]

Donatello continued probing her wet depths with his dexterous finger, moving it around while paying minute attention to Irma's reactions. The way her muscled tensed around him, the way her skin flushed, breathing became shaky, and more.

A second thick digit joined the first once Donnie guessed she was sufficiently wet enough for it. While he pumped his fingers in and out of her, he began stroking the dark-green erection that had slid out from the base of his tail.