Poppy spoke, "Especially that I'm...physically 13, chronically 12, and mentally 14...I...I can't see how without aging much faster than I do usually, I...Gods, this hurts me to know that you're in pain...How bad is it? Is...is my heat a bit harder for you to notice when I am sitting and on the other side of the room?", unknowing that the reactivation of her aging is changing her.
"Not really...", Waylon admitted. "But I'm able to keep my head at least a bit in order right now with you over there... if you got closer... it would be more difficult, I think.".
"Right... so we... just stay like this... until they let us out?", Poppy asked. "If they let us out... I know they're watching; there's no secret about that. They've got eyes and ears almost everywhere in this place.", Waylon glanced around.
Poppy blinked, "How do you know?", and Waylon whispered just enough for her to hear, "The wall that drops down between our cell blocks, there's a camera up in the ceiling somewhere...It...Ranbir took me to this training room earlier, where this blackboard was revealed to be a tv...It was zooming on Dad in his cell first...He threatened to take away the chance of Mama and Jane being alive, and failing him if he didn't have the opportunity to see them again...I told him that they would be safe from harm in heaven if their bodies turn into ashes anyway...Then he resorted to turn the camera toward you in your cell...You know the rest...".
Poppy was horrified and shocked to realize that Ranbir was torturing her boyfriend even before this...She was grateful that their cells had individual private bathrooms, even if small compared to the manor bathrooms, but at least she wasn't spied there, as she had canvassed her bathroom thoroughly.
"Damn...", Poppy whispered, "I wish I would hug you right now, but I can't...It felt so forever since I heard your voice...At least it's a relief for me...Those cells are soundproof...I hate feeling lonely even if I can see you all through the glass of the cells..".
Waylon replied, "I know...I feel the same too...Hey, let's not focus on that...Let's talk about something else...Umm, oh, I can tell you a few stories about the days I cooked with Dad, making mistakes in the manor kitchen while you were at school!".
Poppy smiled, "Oh, yes, please!", and Waylon chuckled, starting to tell his stories in the manor kitchen, the conversations lasting for three hours, before maybe because of the eyes and ears getting impatient, the walls suddenly started to move, pushing Poppy and Waylon towards each other.
Poppy shouted, "No, damn you, Ranbir! I'm not ready for this!", as she tried to push the wall back, hearing Waylon doing the same, "Oh, shit!", pushing them into the dim lights. Time almost stopped for both of them as Poppy was practically frozen on the spot. Waylon didn't move either before the intercom crackled again like it did at the start of their stay.
"Lights out soon...", Ranbir's voice echoed. "Thought you two might like sleeping closer to one another after the past few days...". The snickering tone could be heard in his voice as Poppy gulped and looked up to Waylon.
"Wally... are you...?", Poppy decided that she just couldn't keep herself from trying to hold her distance and grabbed his hand. "Wally, please... you're stronger than this... I know you can keep it together...", she said as Waylon closed his eyes and took deep breaths.
"Poppy...", Waylon whispered as he kept breathing. After a few moments, she could tell that the look on his face was much calmer. "Okay... I... I think I might be able to hold on... us talking these past few hours, I think it was able to keep the urges down because we were so close, yet no action had been taken.".
Poppy gave a small smile hearing that before she yawned. "You tired?", Waylon asked as Poppy replied, "Yeah... I'm... I'm weirdly sleepy already... I don't even know if it's bedtime yet...".
Waylon sighed, "It has been a crazy day today...It seemed so normal this morning with the regular routine...And this...", biting his lip as he tried to think how to sleep with Poppy without scaring her.
Poppy saw the conflict in his eyes, and replied, "We can snuggle, like how we did on the couch on movie nights...Is that alright?", and Waylon exhaled in relief, "Yeah, yeah, that works...", as the floor doesn't seem that comfortable.
They went to sit on a corner of the normal wall at the back, staying away from the forcing side walls, with eyes on the door in case it opened, and so, with Waylon wrapping his arm around Poppy, they slept, their positions casually snuggling, for another few hours.
Waylon found it rough for him to sleep. Poppy dozed off fairly quick, but he took much longer as his body was practically almost screaming to succumb to the urges, but Waylon's mind, thankfully, was proving that it was stronger. He knew he couldn't be able to keep this sort of thing up for days upon days. Eventually he would reach a breaking point but if they could just get out... Waylon was eventually able to sleep as he had his mind thinking on escape before he finally slept.
Of course, beneath him, Poppy slowly rolled over and found herself sleeping completely alone on the floor next to him while the catalyst for her early exhaustion began to finally take shape.
Clothes began to rip, bones began to grow, and the remaining baby fat of her body began to disappear, giving away to a beautiful, mature figure, with her black, auburn-highlighted hair began to grow from its shoulder-length to just of mid-back, and of course, her heat becoming stronger and more fertile, as she changed through the few hours of sleep, not knowing as she was in that weirdly, deep asleep way.
As the last of the few hours reached its end, she is finally done. Her black hair with auburn highlights has grown to a beautiful length of a waterfall to mid-back, her closed light emerald eyes even more gorgeous, her baby fat has all disappeared, giving away to lovely cheekbones like her mama, her father's nose fitting her even more perfectly, and her mother's smile becoming a bit more individualized with dimples, and perhaps because of being outside so much, she got freckled shoulders, her backside facing Waylon, with the mother of all heats emanating from her.
Poppy gave a light moan as she slowly was starting to briefly wake up, her hands instinctually reaching for her shirt and pants as her body was shouting to her brain that they were uncomfortably tight on many parts of her body. That same moan was just loud enough for Waylon to break from his sleep as well as he slowly began to open his eyes and groan.
"P-Poppy...?", Waylon whispered as he didn't feel her on his body like it had when he went to sleep. "You still here...?", he mumbled. His brain still half asleep and the present situation not at the forefront of his mind, it still felt like prior to the abductions when life was... normal, in a matter of speaking.
Poppy replied, "Yeah...On the floor...Was more comfortable than I thought, though I feel like my clothes got shrunk...", still in sleepy mode, habitually taking off her shirt, "Gotta ask Mom to go shopping again..I think I need new clothes...", as she is in the feeling of being home, not in the present situation, getting up on her feet.
The whoosh of the scraps of her shirt and her motion to stand up sent more of the mother of all heats to Waylon who is now widening his eyes at the roaring urges of his Croc instincts, his mind snapping back to full awareness.
He stared at the turning, standing up Poppy as he huskily replied, "Poppy...", as Poppy looked at him in confusion, "What?", not noticing yet, her training bra of shredded pieces showing through her peeking breasts, as he replied even huskier, being stunned yet his eyes are glowing with desire and love, "I think your wish came true...You...You're taller, older, and even more powerful in heat...You look like 17...So beautiful...", fighting momentarily from taking her in his arms and kissing her without restraint.
"I'm what?", Poppy asked before she blinked and realized when she heard her voice. Her hand quickly went to her throat, "My... wait, is that my voice?". She took a few breaths as she was trying to keep herself from getting way too worked up fast. "Light... I need light...", she whispered as she started to feel her body.
Very high above them, hearing sounds, they looked up to see that a piece of the back wall just opened up to reveal a glass window, with moonlight streaming through, wide enough to land upon Poppy as Waylon gasped, his night vision vanishing away, yet his golden eyes are still dilated, his Croc instincts pushing him to claim her, but he ignored them for the moment as he just is in awe, seeing her fully.
She is now standing at 5'7 ft tall, having well-proportioned breasts and abs thanks to gymnastics, and legs that go forever with an incredibly proportioned sway to her hips and feet, with her shredded and strained clothes peeking through, with her shirt already on the floor from her dazed sleep.
"God...", Poppy whispered as now she was able to get a good view of herself. Obviously, she wishes that she had a mirror, but she still could see mostly from the neck down. Her right hand was gently caressing her breasts while her left hand was feeling up her hips towards her backside that certainly had gained quite a lot; she was practically possessing now a body that a lot of girls her age would dream of.
Poppy then blinked in surprise as she remembered what else Waylon said, and looked at him, "I'm 17? Not nearly 13 years old chronically, physically 14 years old?".
Waylon whispered, "You sound and look like 17, Poppy...I'm not dreaming, and you're not dreaming either...Gods, even with those shredded clothes peeking through, you...you truly are beautiful...You don't have to compare to your mother or mama...to me, you are an angel...my beautiful angel...".
Poppy blushed by hearing that before her mind quickly registered that she was... not very well dressed; maybe she would be a bit shy with Waylon, but she knew he wasn't the only one seeing her as she quickly covered her exposed parts. She was just glad that her pants were still alright though she could feel them and her panties practically digging deep into her womanhood.
"I... I have so many questions and my mind is racing at all this...", Poppy said as she shook her head. "Probably your mother's special traits.", Waylon answered. "That's all I can think of... unless...", he then started to growl as he looked back at the door. "They did something...".
Ranbir's voice came through the intercom, "Quit stalling, or I will get the walls moving, or even better, say, threaten your brother and your father! And you are on only audio, not camera right now. We may be assassins, but we have honor, you know! Don't test my patience again! And oh, it wasn't us, Waylon. Now, enjoy yourselves, you are lucky you got moonlight to help out.", before his voice cut off.
Poppy replied quietly, "He's really pissed off...And I believe, yeah, it was the special traits from Mom...", biting her lip, shyly looking at Waylon as she remembered more of what Waylon said, "If my heat is really powerful now...it means that you must be in really a lot of pain to restrain your urges...Please, Wally, come closer...Tell me more...What does it mean in Croc terms to be your mate?".
"I... um...", Waylon stammered a bit as Poppy almost wanted to giggle at just dumbfounded and tongue-tied that he was at this moment. She decided to take the imitative and slowly took a few steps closer, "Come on, Wally... don't be shy... and don't feel like you need to hold back... just tell me...".
Waylon took a deep breath as he slowly took a few steps closer too, gazing down and up over her, and replied, "In Croc terms, you are my female which is the human term for girlfriend, and you being in heat means you are so fertile and in your prime, urging me to claim you as my mate which is the human term for lover...and eventually more... I want to ravish you, to love you forever, to give you everything, Poppy... I am so relieved that my human self is part of this because crocodiles are...they aren't monogamous, mating several females, but I wouldn't ever, never dare do that to you because I love you so damn much, Penelope Kel Wayne...", looking deeply into her amazing light emerald eyes that seemed more beautiful than ever that she is now in her prime.
"Well... try not to forget that you're not an animal... I have a say in all this too, remember.", Poppy teased. "I love you too, Waylon Jones...", she placed a hand on his cheek.
Waylon sighed deeply with a purr, and looked at her, whispering, "Can I kiss you?", and Poppy nodded, "Yes...", before Waylon picked her up in a sweep of his arms, and kissed her deeply and passionately as she gasped and moaned, feeling his clawed hands caressing her in a controlled frenzy.
For the first time, that puddle of intimacy inside her has been breached beyond the horizon as she felt his tongue searching for permission on her lips, and she let him in, gasping and mewing as she felt waves of pleasure through her from the passionate tongue dance she is learning quickly, astounded that her mind is as much as her new looks and age is, with moans from his hands ravishing her as she held into his neck.
They panted heavily as they parted away, looking at each other, and Poppy spoke, "Wow...I think I can work with this...You are a mix of a passionate animal and a considerate gentleman...", and Waylon huskily purred in both anxiety yet relief, "You don't mind?".
Poppy shook her head, smiling, "No, I don't mind...Can...can you rip those really uncomfortable clothes off me? I now know how Mama felt...", and Waylon growled lightly, "Of course...but even if the floor is comfortable, it's not...perfect for you...".
They then heard sounds, and they looked over to see one of the moving walls that had paused, and an automatic big panel flipped open, revealing a strong slab with a thick mattress and sheets covering the mattress, with a long lounge pillow. The wall then moved closer to them, into the moonlight and them, making the room smaller, just enough to have a bit of room around the slab, to kneel or stand by.
Poppy whispered, "It's kinda frightening that they are pushing us into this, yet they are still honorable to make this comfortable for us and not rushing us as long as we don't test them too much like earlier with Ranbir with us talking...", before looking at Waylon, "I'm sorry...".
"I'm sorry too...", Waylon sighed as he turned away. "I... I don't know if we can do this.", he admitted. "I... I want this... and I know deep down you want it too now; I'm sure you had some reservations when you were... younger, but now...".
"Not exactly the best place for our first time. I know.", Poppy nodded with a sympathetic look. "And trying to do this before Bruce and your mothers can see the new you... Bruce would hate me forever if I didn't at least inform that this was something we were going to do... I'd feel like I'd be taking advantage...", he growled; more at himself for even letting things get this far.
Poppy whispered, "How bad is it?", and Waylon replied roughly, "Your heat is driving me crazy, and...and after touching and kissing you, I am...so damn aroused that it's so tight in my pants...".
Poppy bit her lip, and leaning into his ear, whispering low, "Let's pretend to fool them...You make me come, and I will do the same for you...".
"Poppy...", Waylon whispered as Poppy sighed, "Damn it, Waylon... stop treating me like I'm some little girl with all this... I'm practically a woman now. Look, Bruce, Alfred, Mom and Mama would be upset if you even tried anything before, but now, they'd just have to live with it because I'm the one choosing this.". Her tone was having a bit of frustrated fury even as they were keeping their voices down.
Waylon looked at her deeply, keeping his voice down, "It's crazy to know that only several hours ago, you were this amazing, young girl, barely starting out into her teen years...And now...you are this beautiful young woman, practically mature...You realize even if we fool Ranbir and the other eyes and ears, I...I would be still tense and all, even after we do pleasure, and...if we go so far into the pleasure, what if...what if we were caught into the moment to...to...".
Poppy sighed softly, whispering, "That's a risk we'd have to take in case if we take the pleasure too far, considering our...our unique situation of me being in heat, and you stuck as Croc...Please tell me that you at least agree to my idea. I have no other ideas...I want to help you, Wally...".