Investigating Her Growing Pains

As the night wore on, it became apparent that Erin was not settling down. The wetness from her crotch increased, the tangy liquid soaking entirely through your new fabric and beading in the front. In fact, most of her body was now drenched in a sheen of sweat, her loose bits noisily rubbing and slapping as she tries to turn over. Her breathing became faster, with weak moans escaping from her mouth.

You were unaccustomed to this change, and the once pleasant warmth was beginning to irritate you in the most literal manner. Although you were not one to usually care for discomfort, or even be highly aware of it, your transformation caused an increased sensitivity, and her motions were simply - pardon the expression - rubbing you the wrong way. Furthermore, you seemed to have a more intimate response to the pebble in her crotch and her nipples on your chest. A warmth emanated from those points, one which nagged to be placated. It was simply not bearable for either party.

You decided to do something about it.

As Erin was in a light sleep, you activated your Haunting Aura for some tinkering. First, you put her consciousness into an even deeper sleep. This did nothing to abate her instinctual wriggling, and so you then focused on a more complicated effect. Keeping an eye on your MP, which whittled away every second, you pried into her mind, connecting her senses to your own. Normally she could have easily fought this takeover, but in her deep sleep, it was as simple as connecting dots. Her eyes, ears, and the rest of the face became your own, and you felt a greater control over her body.

However, this greater control came at a price: First of all, it took 8 HP and MP, leaving her with only 3 MP for the time being. Moreover, you now felt an incredible... desire?... rush over yourself, and just as soon as you could react, a deep, guttural moan involuntarily escaped her mouth. Your face, however, revealed nothing but a flushing beet-red, your visage as stoic as one would expect of pragmatic, hardened armor. You stood up, and glanced down at your burning body with your hands on your hips.

"Why must organic creatures be so fickle?" you muttered with her scowling mouth. Your voice was almost alien, as if a women was trying to emulate baritone. You gave it no notice, and moved on to more important matters.

Being careful not to accidentally disrobe yourself, you investigated the source of her... illness. You pulled back the fabric on her breasts, being greeted with the site of two globes bounding out of their prison. The evaporating sweat was relieving, and the nipples puckered in the cool air; you felt your "desire" increase. Curious, you nonchalantly gripped and pulled at one of the nipples, only to be surprised as her legs buckled and began to collapse, your senses blinded with a hot-white flash of some unknown origin. Employing your original, armored body, you **** her legs back up while trying to quiet a sudden, involuntary gasping. All the while your face maintained the scowl, displaying your sheer displeasure in dealing with such an unreliable being. You almost slapped her breasts as a petty reprimand, but wisely decided it to be useless at the last minute.

Stable once more, you forcefully stuffed her breasts back into your surprisingly elastic armor, ignoring the powerful sensations emanating from her nipples. You then abruptly bent down and stared at your crotch, eyeing the condensation which now sparkled on the front. As if handling a loaded booby-trap, you carefully peeled back the pelvic covering and panties, only to come face-to-face with the Erin's vagina.

You never really considered the organ before, but you could immediately tell something was off. It was puffy, red, and swollen, with the "pebble" being a pink flesh which was standing proudly erect at the top. Realizing your new-found sense of smell, you gave the region a sniff, only to realize that you had no means by which to compare your first smell to any other. However, you did find the smell potent, and quickly gave it a few more deep sniffs, your face still scowling at her pussy as if it was an unwanted pest. The pebble, growing taught in the open, was even sensitive to your exhales, and you quickly deduced it was afflicted with the same disorder as her nipples. Not risking another episode, you carefully replaced the armor and bent back up.

There can only be one conclusion you thought to yourself. The 'Mutagenic Venom' must have caused a hypersensitivity of this girl's nerve endings, making her body unsettled.

You considered your options. You could let the affected parts heal on their own, while ruining a good night's rest. You could also try to contact fellow humanoids for assistance, as they would be able to diagnose her disorder. Finally, you could try to solve the problem on your own, although you were unfamiliar with this particular process.