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A.B.A’s Guilty Pleasure

Puddles of blue soak the floor. The troubled homunculus known as A.B.A is mending her scratches and wounds from the last fight. Usually the thrill of combat with her husband and living demon-axe, Paracelsus was enough to keep A.B.A going. She loves him and everything that he does for her. But it’s no secret that Paracelsus was…of two minds about her.

He cares for her deeply and truly, but deep down, he houses a demonic side, an entity known as Flament Nagel that he thinks he keeps under lock and key. Nagel’s caused them all sorts of grief in the past and only recently has Paracelsus wanted to “try and move past him”.

In reality, Flament Nagel tends to pull Paracelsus’ strings in more subtle ways. Even in his duplicitous state, he could tell she wasn’t quite feeling the same way after fighting that blue weirdo.

One of the bandages A.B.A is trying to apply frays and breaks, causing ABA to get irrationally angry and start pounding her first on the floor with a wild look in her eyes.

“DAMMIT! WHY WON’T YOU STAY ON!” A.B.A continues to pound the floor, wearing on her even further. “STUPID! FUCKING! BODYYYY!”

Paracelsus without thinking, tells her what’s wrong all too smarmily, as their banter can usually keep A.B.A in good spirits.

“C’mon now! You’re putting too much tension on the bandage, Aba! These things aren’t exactly indestr—”

A.B.A is crying, weeping in the middle of the floor. Everything else about her is breaking down, and she can’t even count on herself to treat a little cut.

“I’m sorry, A.B.A. That was a pretty nasty cut, let me give you a hand.”

Paracelsus extends a phantom appendage, properly sealing the wound with her bandage. Unbeknownst to A.B.A and even Paracelsus himself, Nagel sneakily leaves his appendage hovering above.

“T-Thank you, P-Paracelsus. I’m…sorry for…f-f-flipping out on you.” A.B.A’s stress has been causing her to regress even in front of Paracelsus.

“I’ve been trying so, ssssso hard to keep it together, my love. I keep thinking if we just keep pushing f-forward, we’ll be able to t-take on anything. But ever since that last fight, my head’s been s-swirling and pulsing like crazy! All these noises….sssounds…desires…who the hell WAS that girl?”

Paracelsus quietly gulps. It was no accident that A.B.A had just squared off against D. Purple, a newer homunculus from the Frasco labs. Paracelsus knew that things weren’t going well for A.B.A lately. And A.B.A’s pining and lusting over him could only be sheepishly responded in kind for so long. He knew A.B.A’s each and every desires, from the mundane to the insane, and he wanted to satisfy every single one of them.

For such mortal desires, there was no better place than here - D. Purple’s Frasco Laboratory. Purple both studied and admired the human expression of love, something she and A.B.A had in common, but she was also something of a scientist herself, and had no qualms about using her own body as a laboratory experiment.

Deep down, Flament Nagel was already putting this plan into motion. They had extensive knowledge of the demonic realm, and knew exactly who to talk to for mankind’s more abstract pleasures - D. Purple. Nagel figures he can further his own plans with A.B.A and Paracelsus even closer.

D. Purple wasn’t like any other homunculus that either A.B.A or Paracelsus had seen. Purple was able to manipulate a viscous, blue liquid that now splattered all over the room. She used this “juice” for all sorts of purposes. Weapons, shields, projectiles, she wielded this juice like it was an extension of her own self. At times, she would consume the juice, swelling herself up with it without losing a lick of speed.

All the good that did her.

A.B.A didn’t see everything that happened, but after swinging Paracelsus like a bat and careening Purple into a wall, she just…exploded, and all she could see was blue. After wiping the blue off of her, she started patching herself up after that last fight.

“She definitely looked like a homunculus…like you, A.B.A.”

“That blue…thing….is like me?”

“Was like you.” Paracelsus admitted in a hushed tone. “I’ve got to come clean, A.B.A. Purple had extensive knowledge on the human connection, and I know we’ve been trying to fix ourselves and move forward together. I couldn’t really think of a way to do that without experiencing as much of this world’s abstract pleasures as we can…”

“You set this up?” A.B.A tearfully inquired. Paracelsus may have schemed in the past, but to deliberately go behind her back was a first, no doubt.

Paracelsus was frozen. Did he lose control? Was Flament Nagel imposing too much of his influence? A blue blush washes over his face as he struggled to spit it out.

A.B.A sighs, taking a few seconds to compose herself, knowing that while going behind her back, it wasn’t like Paracelsus to keep a tight lip.

“Paracelsus. I knew something was up…when she started swelling with juice. After all…blue is my color, and you know everything about…what I’m…about. This wasn’t exactly subtle…”

“A.B.A…”

“You don’t even know it, do you?” A.B.A posed.

“Know what?”

In Paracelsus’ distress, a blue streak crosses the keys’ face. A.B.A knows when her man is being toyed with.

“That explains it. It was him” A.B.A squints at Paracelsus like she was looking right through him. And to be fair, she was.

”N…Nagel?” Paracelsus meekly verbalizes this internal monologue.

“In the flesh.”

In an instant, a deeper, more sultry tone comes out of Paracelsus’ mouth, along with a bluer color overall. Paracelsus’ more high-strung and worrisome visage was replaced with that of a stoic and sinister grin. A.B.A was not impressed.

“Or leather, I suppose. But worry not my sweets, I’m not here to assume direct control. Believe it or not, you two getting along is actually in my best interest. I may have been giving this twerp suggestions, but it was Paracelsus himself who manifested all this. Why do you think it took him so long to bite the bullet?”

A.B.A quietly smiles. Getting a second opinion on all of this is not what she expected, but it’s nice to see that Paracelsus wants to take some initiative after all this time.

“And it was high time that you two truly explored the depths of what all of this entailed.” Nagel chuckles, and a dripping tube falls from the ceiling in front of A.B.A.

“Have fun you two.” And with that, Nagel is gone as quickly as he showed up, and Paracelsus’ goofy visage appears once more.

A.B.A is fixated on the tube as Paracelsus takes a moment to fully come to. All the noises and bickering within her brain had been silenced, as her breaths slowly got heavier and more focused.

“Paracelsus…” A.B.A muttered.

“Yes, A.B.A?”

“Look up. See all that juice?”

Paracelsus nods, seeing the giant vessel overhead. “Mhmm.”

“I need this.” she emphasizes, gripping the leaking tube extra-tight. “Please. Please help me.”

“H-H-Help? W-what do you mean, like hold still?”

“No! You saw how that girl got. If I’m gonna look like that…I need you to let loose. Just a bit.”

“A.B.A, you know that’s a slippery slope.”

Nagel quietly chuckles in the back of Paracelsus’ mind.

“I know, I know. I just…WE just…need this kind of connection…please…”

“Oh. I see. Well, you heard the other guy. This…is what I want.”

“And I want what you want, my love.” A.B.A caresses Paracelsus’ face, causing him to blush his normal pink hue.

“Okay…” Paracelsus looks on as A.B.A stares him down, slowly taking the tube for her first gulp. The taste is immaculate, it’s sweeter than the sweetest candies A.B.A’s ever had, and in her pleasure she begins to notice the rest of her body taking on that same blue color.

“How do you…feel, A.B.A?”

“I like the color…blue’s always been my favorite…this juice is real sweet, too.” A.B.A lightly moans with pleasure.

“Oh good, this makes the next part easier.” Paracelsus would wipe the sweat from his brow if he could.

Puzzled but still enamored, A.B.A gently asks “What do you mean by that, my lo—“

A.B.A was cut off as the pressure of the tube went from a slow faucet to a full-powered hose, and the hose was forcibly restrained by Paracelsus’ will alone. A.B.A’s azure color had spread head to toe and that juice was starting to make her feel more and more bloated with each passing second.

“MMM-AGHH! AHHHHH! FUCK!” A.B.A was reduced to moans, groans, and swears that could barely be made out over the torrent of juice currently flooding her gullet. She was concerned but absolutely over the moon at Paracelsus taking some initiative as her stomach begins go gurgle and…grow? He really did know all of her fantasies, and she was loving it.

Seeing A.B.A’s color change and her shape slowly grow was awakening something in Paracelsus. No longer did he feel feebly compelled to just sit idly by. No. Tonight was different. Tonight…Paracelsus cuts loose.

A.B.A immediately notices a look in Paracelsus that she hadn’t seen in a long time. Rings fill the whites of his eyes as he honed in on A.B.A’s swelling tits. A.B.A can’t focus on her lover’s eyes for too long before mindlessly groping at rising mounds of blue flesh, continuing to swell.

A tumultuous rumbling echoes throughout her whole being. The cacophony of noise and sound that plagued her mind all of a sudden played one, singular note in perfect harmony. And all she wants is more. Her tattered clothing rips and falls to the floor, leaving only her ever-expanding body more and more exposed. To think, she almost melted down over those stupid things.

As her bloated body begins to overtake her ability to stand, Paracelsus leans A.B.A back, letting her nestle right against him.

“REALLY DIG INTO MY PUSSY, BABY, LET ME HAAAAVE IT!!”

The key quickly shifts his weight against A.B.A’s pussy, digging himself into the ground so her swollen clit rubs against his thin torso as her more rounded form continued to swell.

“OH FUUUUCK, FUCK, GOD PARACELSUS STAY RIGHT! THE FUCK! THERE!!!!”

Paracelsus slowly, methodically starts licking his lips. The overgrown stitches that layer over his mouth now rip open as he makes his tongue’s presence known. A manic, toothy grin nestles behind his extended tongue, desperate to quench his thirst. Was this part of Nagel’s influence? Or was Paracelsus truly being himself? He wasn’t sure, and right now he really didn’t care. He speaks no words but A.B.A can faintly make out a faint, downright sinister laugh coming from her dearly beloved.

“Don’t fucking…stop squeezing…” A.B.A meekly requests

A.B.A’s quickly losing her grip on the tube on top of her sanity, as her surging, turgid form is starting to sink her arms in to the increasingly rounded homunculus. Who cares? Paracelsus was taking care of it, and she JUST. WANTED. MORE.

“YES, YES, YESSSSSS! OH, MY LOVE! I FEEL SO!! ALIVE!!!!” A.B.A’s lust and passion wasn’t slowing down, either.

Paracelsus was riding his own high, fully giving into the lust and ecstasy that had been built up over so long. The look in his eyes continued to look more and more warped and manic as he extended his tongue out and began wrapping it around the ravaged berry all over and squeezing every bit of her that he could.

He pushed on A.B.A’s spherical form with his body dug into the ground, and kept squeezing, pinching, and caressing her giant, leaky tits.

“AHHHHH! AHHHH! AHHHHHHH! AHHHHHHHHHH!” A.B.A couldn’t even speak, begging for more juice with her tongue held out and her eyes wide as dinner plates.

As she wordlessly groveled at Paracelsus’ non-existent feet, A.B.A saw a bright white flash blitz in front of her, and let out her loudest bellow yet. As she screamed. Paracelsus leaned further into her to give her a warm embrace, wrapping his tongue around her wide circumference.

Juice was spurting out of A.B.A, though she was noticeably not shrinking in the least. The two of them are breathing deeply after the experience they’ve shared.

After a long pause, Paracelsus breaks the silence.

“I’m sorry for not exactly being chatty during all of that, A.B.A. I was…preoccupied.”

A.B.A smiles with a tear in her eye. “Yeah….you were….”

A.B.A looks up at the ceiling, still rocking back and forth on her now spherical body. “Paracelsus?”

The key looks back at her. “Yes, my love?”

“How are you getting this juice out of me?”

Paracelsus’ relaxed face shoots into an expression of panic as a blue streak crosses his face and he cracks a toothy smile…