Nourished as a Child
"There, there." Ina cooed. "Everything's alllllll better. How was that ride to the cosmos? You got drained, baby, all the way to the very last drop! Ooooooh—let's look at your eyes
now
!"
She turned and gasped. "D-doctor! They're completely white! There's no color at all except for his pupils!"
Ow! What in the—?
A tingling sensation of pins and needles caused her to look down. Small patches of wetness were forming across her chest.
Oh, Goddess. Time to go home.
* * * * *
From across her bedroom, Ina cast a loving smile towards Zhertiko Joberi as he lay in her bed, having been freshly deposited there by the InterGalactica Delivery Unit. It had been a long journey to get him to this point, but his eyes were no longer black, proving his soul had been emptied of the toxic negative matter.
Instead, they were completely white, other than the black of his pupils, with no hint of their original green color. Upon seeing this, Dr. Daru had announced
this was
a rather interesting development
and
it
most likely meant the color would return with the proper dosage of positive matter
and
yes,
you're free to take Joberi home with you, just keep me posted with any changes
.
The Wsidu had been somewhat reluctant to let go of his phallus. She shuddered, remembering how the translucent flower had increased the voltage of its shocks on his shaft when the scientists tried to detach it. And the stalk that had been
inside
his cock? Ooooooooh...it had
refused
to let go, requiring the scientists to forcefully yank until it cleared his slit with an audible
pop
while Joberi frantically howled. His body had shaken with the aftershocks, cock bobbing up and down as if in the throes of orgasm, but no fluid emerged. The negative matter had been completely and thoroughly extracted. The engorged flower had been sated with the nutrients from his cock.
In the time it had taken Dr. Daru and his assistants to clean Joberi and get him prepped for travel to Ina's domicile, the slight aching she had felt earlier had crept to a persistent throbbing. Her breasts hadn't changed much in size, really; the change had manifested itself in the feelings of heaviness and fullness. And the wetness.
Goddess, the wetness.
That had been embarrassing. She had just stood there, shifting from one foot to the other, hands awkwardly cupped over herself and not knowing at all what to do. People in the scientific field certainly had a bad reputation for being unerringly focused on whatever task they were currently doing, but thankfully one of the female assistants noticed her dilemma and passed her some gauze to stuff in her uniform and soak up the excess liquid.