redrighthanded | IC; Duplicity Inbox

[ It takes him a moment to figure it out and he's immediately concerned. ]

why does that need paper towels?
are you hurt?

no no baby i'm fine
well
aside from feeling like i'm carrying freakin water balloons around on my chest

still doesn't really explain the paper towels

oh!
i’m kinda leaking
and this is gonna sound crazy
but i think it’s like
milk?

[ for a hot minute, she had actually been tempted to taste it. ]

oh

[ Okay, that's.. a new and interesting thought he just had. ]

leaking?

[ A pause. ]

can I see

[ this doesn't really strike her as a weird request, either; maybe he just wants to know if she's really okay. ]

oh yeah hold on

[ the photo she snaps is very visibly from the neck down, but only because she has a hard time getting both her face and these humongous things in the same frame when she's holding the device out at arm's length. it takes only one picture for her to realize she's starting to leak through this tank top too, damp spots darker against the red cotton, and she blows out a sigh through pursed lips before sending it over. ]

see?
i swear i went up like
three or four cup sizes
can't even wear any of my freakin bras anymore

[ His own reaction to that photo is both immediate and embarrassingly juvenile. But he gets the sense this isn't as fun for Harley, so he pushes that aside and tries to figure out what to say. ]

jeez that's a lot

I'll come home now and pick stuff up on the way

[ honestly, it had been... kind of fun? at first? finding out how the more generously stacked live when normally she doesn't have as much of a rack. but now this is getting ridiculous. ]

no kidding!
i know how this is gonna sound but
i might have to
squeeze it out again

[ Oh, he's learning a lot of stuff about himself today. ]

yeah?

is that something you can do on your own or
I mean

I don't want you to be hurt

you know actually
it doesn't hurt
or it didn't when i did it before

it honestly feels good?
like all that pressure in there just comes out
gets kind of messy and sticky though
i was just gonna stick the towels down my shirt

if anyone can make that look good it'll be you

I'll try to get home as quickly as I can

thanks baby
well at the very least i'll just be a lot more jiggly for a few days

although come to think of it
i don't know if they said how long the side effects were gonna last

when I get back we're gonna have to talk about you putting things in your mouth before checking them baby

[ she knows he didn't mean for that to sound stern, but for a second, she... kind of likes that it does, if she reads it a certain way. ]

i know
i've been a little bad today
so we might need to have a conversation

[ Oh. Yeah, okay, he's not above playing into that. ]

yeah you know you've got to be careful
you wanna be a good girl for me right?

[ it is nice that she can just throw something like that out into the conversation just as a testing thing and he doesn't even blink twice before rolling with it. ]

of course i do!
i always wanna be good for you, babe
and i guess i wasn't so careful today huh?

nah you were kinda naughty
guess we'll have to do something about that

I'm nearly home

[ He's true to his word, arriving with a thud of wet hooves and a slam of the front door to the warehouse, accompanied by Bruce's excited chattering downstairs. He can be heard calming the hyena down before he takes the stairs two at a time, arriving in the doorway to the bedroom without having even taken his coat off, a pack of paper towels under one arm. His gaze is fixed on her in the bed as soon as he arrives. ]

Hey. You all right? [ Shedding his coat, he comes over to sit carefully beside her, trying not to bounce the bed too much. ]

[ harley's flopped down on her back again, mostly because it's the most comfortable place for her to lay without smashing her new humongous boobs, hair styled in lower pigtails rather than perched on either side of her head. really, bruce is a decent enough security system all on its own, though she smiles briefly to hear the excitable way he greets someone he knows, the same kind of yipping and barking he does with her before he's calmed down enough to go back to bed or playing with that toy that bashir had brought him. ]

Hey. [ her head lolls over to one side to direct her gaze up at him and she lets her device fall from her hand to bounce against the bed, finally pushing herself up onto her elbows with a soft grunt. ]

So, whaddya think? Guess this is how I figure out whether I'd ever wanna have a boob job. [ the spaghetti straps of her tank top are being very tested right now by those sizable swells, cleavage more than generous as it spills out over the low neckline. she props up further, grimacing slightly. ] Only problem is they keep leakin'. Like they're just full.

[ Though he might be approaching, in technical terms, eighty years old, Hellboy's still in many ways a young man at heart. In Duplicity he's been reminded of that more than once and it happens again as Harley pulls herself up, her tits straining at the fabric of her top. He can't seem to help the way his gaze is drawn to those pale curves, the hard buds of her nipples visible under dark damp thumbprints of the wetness leaking out of her, and feels his own body responding. ]

I, uh.. [ He makes an effort to focus, knowing that she's uncomfortable and might not want to be leered at. ] Is there something that can help? Um. Ice?

I thought about that, but... I'm thinkin' there might only be one thing to do.

[ she huffs a sigh, shaking her head; this isn't the worst scenario she's gotten herself into over the years, but it might be one of the strangest, and she reaches over to pluck the roll of paper towels out from under his arm, tearing off a few squares and easing her shirt out until she can shove the wad against her leaking front. ]

I'm gonna have to get milked. Like a freakin' cow or somethin'. [ she's dabbing at her tits absently before she looks up at him again. ] I sort of... accidentally did it before when I was tryin' to give myself a rubdown, and it didn't hurt. It actually felt kinda nice. But I'm thinkin' it might get a little messy when it starts. Feels like I've got a lot in there.

[ He watches her take care of things with a vague kind of guilt over not being able to help more, as well as the fact that he is, admittedly, getting something out of the experience, when she's clearly not feeling as good about it as she looks. ]

If you're sure that's gonna be okay. I mean, I could leave you to do that or I could.. um. [ Slowly, he reaches up with his left hand, gently setting a broad warm palm around the curve of one heavy breast. ] Does that.. does that help?

[ she's grabbed another few squares of paper towel and is trying to dab at the front of her shirt before realizing that might be a lost cause. she's going to be leaking through another one if she changes it anyway, but maybe she can put on a clean one and then stuff towels inside of it right away, and —

she doesn't notice he's reaching for her until his hand settles against that curve, and she's always enjoyed his touch on her but there's something extra soothing about it now, his body heat cupping her, warming her tender skin. her breath snags audibly and she looks up at him, fully conscious of how sensitive she is but somehow able to bear it when it's his hand there. she reaches up to cup her own over it, lifting it up until she can tug the scooped neckline of her shirt down so that one tit spills out, and then plants his hand right back on her bare skin. ]

You wanna see what happens when you squeeze it? [ she's grinning loosely, but breathing a little faster now, the effect making her over-large breasts rise and fall more noticeably. ]

[ He's never really been shy about how he feels about her body, or how she's made him feel in turn, not since that first meeting out in the street where he'd practically been weak at the knees every time she touched him. It might not be immediately obvious now -- though maybe as long as she keeps her attention above his waist -- but he doesn't drop his hand, nor does he try to hide the way his own breath catches as she guides him to cup the soft warm weight of her bare breast.

The hard damp bud of her nipple presses against his palm. He notices, for the first time, a sweet milky note in the air; the urge to do exactly what she's asking is almost overwhelming, a desire to press himself into her running through him, arousal starting to ache in his hardening dick. He recognises that look in her eyes and is glad to see it. ]

Yeah. Yeah, I do. [ Gently, he presses broad fingertips into the curve of her tit, pushing gently against it with his hand. ]

[ his hand manages to be soothing and... actually kind of a turn-on for her all at once, the natural heat of his skin easing some of that soreness she's been dealing with ever since her breasts swelled this much, although she knows some of it is going to be relieved as soon as she gets rid of what she's carrying. the idea of doing it herself had seemed fine, maybe more perfunctory than anything, but thinking about his hand squeezing her, watching that milk spurt out, is doing something a little different in her brain.

she nods once, a short hastiness, before she feels his fingers dig into that fullness, and after a beat she turns them, using her hand resting over his to manipulate the angle so that he's cupping that swell more from underneath, her nipple docking into the space between his thumb and index, and then she directs the squeeze there, glancing down to watch that thin milky stream leak out of her to run down the back of his hand, dripping off his wrist.

she can't stifle her groan and she doesn't think he'd want her to anyway. it's not just from the instantaneous relief of easing some of that pressure, though; turns out it looks hot as hell too, and she prompts him to squeeze her again, even more milk spurting out this time, streaming over his skin, dripping from his arm onto her stomach. ]

[ He doesn't really know what to expect here, besides some very juvenile fantasies that have only recently occurred to him. She feels warm and vital underneath his hand, her usually cool skin reflecting the heat of his palm, and he lets her guide his hand around to where his touch can be helpful. The fact that he's pretty turned on already is something he's trying to fight down, trying to remind himself that she's uncomfortable and might not want to deal with his body's response as well, but it's becoming increasingly difficult to ignore.

When she encourages him to squeeze gently, he's not sure what's going to happen, and he watches the warm stream of liquid that leaks out with something like fascination. The feeling of helping her release it, the sight of it white against his skin -- it looks really good, feels good. When she groans and presses his fingers into her skin again, he catches a breath and holds it. ]

Jeez. [ The third time he doesn't need guidance, shifting his hand to grip her more firmly, the milk pattering softly onto her body and the bed as it runs down his arm all the way down to his elbow. ] Baby..

[ He tugs his hand back, then lifts his hand to his mouth, pressing his lips against the wet skin. Licking the taste of it, light and surprisingly sweet. It's strange and primal, in some ways, a feeling like he's connecting with something far older than the two of them. But it's also intensely erotic. He reaches out to put his hand back on her, then changes his mind and moves to her other tit, rubbing and pressing it with more boldness. ]

Do you want to.. can I.. [ Use my mouth, he maybe wants to say. Do more. Fuck you like this. All of those wants crowd at him, insisting. ]

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