Author's Note: This Part of the story is dedicated to Asagi Ryu, patron saint of yuri and panty fetish iconoclast. May you dwell within the hallowed fragrant valley of the lilies forever my friend.
====================================================
It had been fifteen days since Olivia spent the night in her mother's bed. Fifteen long days since she'd bred Marcella all night long and then on into the morning. For every one of those days she'd religiously opened the dating app and read and reread the chat. Marcella was still messaging Baduro, although with slightly less frequency. The day after they'd 'consummated' their brief yet fruitful sexual relationship her mom had posted a picture, of her dark slender wrist, ringed with a milky-white plastic band.
"I got this today at the bazaar. It's a biopolymer hormone detector that changes color when you're pregnant; blue if it's a boy or pink if it's a girl." Olivia wanted to say something in response, but every time she started typing a reply the shock and immensity of it all hit her square in the stomach. She felt sick, nervous, moody and uncharacteristically sensitive.
She deleted whatever she'd written, and sulked silently in whatever dark corner of the villa she'd managed to ensconce herself. Even despite this strange depression, part of her was unbearably excited, like a bird trapped in a tiny cage, fluttering wildly against the bars.
Of course it's going to be a girl!
Her brain inserted triumphantly into the swirling milieu of doubt, terror and indescribable pangs of elation.
Ever since they'd taken that debaucherous bath together, the intense heat and passion the three women shared that night had cooled somewhat. Maithri had taken another shift at the factory, which meant she came home later, and Olivia wasn't meeting her at the gate every day. Marcella was working more hours too, albeit remotely from her desktop. She wasn't trying to avoid her daughter, there just wasn't as much of a margin for play between work, sleep and her erratic meals.
At the moment the two of them barely crossed paths, but it wasn't anything like before, there was a warm and fuzzy bubble of fondness, affection and excitement surrounding and pervading them both now, it had completely and forever replaced the cold anxious void that had nearly consumed their tenuous mother-daughter relationship. Olivia could sense it whenever they spotted each other flitting through the kitchen or hall. The flash of a shy smile, a glimpse of some shared secret inner light.
They had resolved on one fun little physical diversion though. Olivia had started it of course; while walking past her mom's room one night she'd impulsively taken off her thick girly pink and white panties and hung them over Marcella's door handle. She was pleasantly surprised when she and Maithri went to bed the following evening and discovered a pair of sheer black lace boyshorts draped aesthetically over her own doorknob.
Maithri snickered and then smiled gently, she held out her hand, gesturing and tilted her head. "Go ahead." She murmured indulgently. Olivia gratefully took off the comparatively plain panties she was wearing, handing them off to her friend, and then quickly slipped into her mom's lingerie. They were already pinned up to fit her slightly smaller frame. The sight of those little golden safety pins sent a powerful rush of contentment and arousal through her entire body.
"Well, I might as well too." Maithri simpered smugly, dropping her vivid turquoise panties around her ankles and pulling on Olivia's boring light-blue briefs. She sighed with satisfaction and picked up her shimmery discarded underwear. "Should I go put these on your mother's door handle filha?" She asked with a casual consummately feigned disinterest. Olivia felt her crotch clench hotly at the perverse suggestion, even as an ugly stab of jealousy deflected her arousal.
"No." She nearly snapped, her eyes locking fiercely onto her girlfriend's comically innocent yet clearly bemused face. "This is something between me and Marcella." She replied, forcing her voice to remain calm. "Only
my
panties are going to be hanging off my mother's doorknob, okay?" She reached out suddenly and grabbed Maithri's lingerie out of her hand. "I'll be taking these." She smirked, then realizing she had nowhere good to put them, pulled them whimsically down over her head.
Maithri clapped both hands across her mouth and started laughing, her black eyes sparkling over her splayed fingers. Then she quickly and quietly moved in on her girlfriend, pulling back her hands so that she could plant a wet sensual kiss on Olivia's surprised half-open mouth. She also reached up and took hold of the waistband of her turquoise lingerie and pulled it down farther over Olivia's forehead nearly blocking her eyes.
"This is a good look for you." She murmured happily. Cutting Olivia off with another kiss before she could respond. "I think it tells me that while your mother has you down here." She reached between her friend's legs and gently stroked her lacy mound. Olivia squeaked and actually squirmed, embarrassing herself almost immediately. Maithri peered intently into her girlfriend's flashing eyes. "But I have you... Up
here
."
Maithri glanced up and grinned as she lovingly stroked the top of Olivia's head with her other hand. Olivia could feel the crotch of Maithri's panties squishing into her hair, they felt moist and it made her shudder with intense arousal. It was probably her imagination but she thought she could smell her girlfriend's unique scent filling her head, seeping into her skull, she started to get a little dizzy.
Maybe she was falling in love, just a little. She snorted and grinned down at Maithri. "Let's hurry up and get dressed, it looks like it's going to be a nice day today, I might actually enjoy walking to work." And she was right. Ever since the air had cleared up it seemed like the climate itself was changing too, the heat wasn't quite as insufferable and the humidity had mellowed a bit. The jungle with all its genetically engineered organic machinery looked perkier somehow.
Before she was even able to fully appreciate the less oppressive conditions inside the factory Olivia's shift ended and she waved goodbye to her friend before leaving the compound. It was so nice outside that she actually wandered off the beaten path instead of going straight home. Following an atypical burst of intuition she ended up stumbling onto the main road that led to the Favela dump.
It had been years since she'd been there with her mother, so she decided to pay it a visit, if for any other reason, merely to see how much it had changed since she was a child. Suddenly emerging from between the two parallel walls of the towering synthetic canopy, she gasped and froze in her tracks. The surface of the dump itself, a towering mountain of trash perhaps eight meters high and hundreds of meters wide was unrecognizable.
Its surface no longer a chaotic landscape of abstract broken and misshapen artifacts of every shape, size, color and conceivable material. It had been transformed into a living carpet of knee-high pale blue-gray grass. Olivia's mouth opened and closed several times, unable to make sense of what she was seeing, and yet the former berm of garbage was not even what had caught her attention.
Off to the left, partially intersecting with the curious field of unexplained vegetation, was the beginning of a structure unlike anything Olivia had ever seen. That alone still would not have stopped her from advancing. Around this alien structure swarmed... Living scaffold? Spurred on by abject curiosity her legs finally thawed and she cautiously crept closer.
"What?" She breathed, as her new vantage point allowed her to finally discern individual objects within the constantly shifting geometric patterns of metallic rods that surrounded what was now clearly a sloped cylinder, similar to a nuclear cooling tower but without a flared top. The rods were in actuality entities, Olivia hesitated to call them "robots" because they were vaguely human in proportion and form, but they were also a bit too minimal to be labeled "androids".
The things, whatever they were, reminded her of the Phasmida she'd seen as a child, or conventional modern androids that had been stripped for parts leaving only their quintessential skeleton, but without a head. Even that wasn't enough to describe their striking lack of complexity, these things were bare-bones. "Stick men." Olivia found herself calling them internally, just a few main segments connected by odd spherical joints. "How are they even moving?" She wondered aloud.
The only thing vaguely human about them was their hands and feet, which had fingers and toes, although due to the lack of a head, it was impossible to tell which was which. The Stick men crawled around the base of the structure following an elliptical course up one side, around the back and down again to the ground. The closer she got the more Olivia could see. The metal creatures were not just around the cylinder she now realized.
She hadn't notice before, since they were practically invisible when not offset by a distinct background. The Stick men were also roaming through the field of grass, dragging their metal fingers through the blades. Olivia watched in awe as the dusky fibers detached soundlessly as though being mowed by an invisible scythe, then inexplicably twisted and fused themselves into a slender braided cord that seemed to wind itself around the Stick man's body as though it were a bobbin.
By the time one of the mysterious figures had left the field, their body was ensconced in a thick cocoon of shimmering opalescent thread. These burdened Stick men would then head directly to the foundation of the structure and begin their ideocyncratic ascent. Olivia could now see, nearly invisible stands like spider web, trailing from both hands and feet of the metal "men".
They were building, she realized, stunned. As the Stick men returned to the bottom of the cylinder their bundles of thread had disappeared, but now she could see that what she now recognized as a tower was growing in both thickness and height. The surface which looked remarkably like the inside of an abalone shell was crisscrossed with innumerable delicate lines of growth, and it had exactly the same shimmery opalescent sheen as the spools of thread.
