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“Thanks for the delicious Breakfast, Mom!” I exclaim, as I raise to my feet.
I push the chair back in, under the table, before I finally do leave the table.
I walk up the stairs to my room, opening the door; step in and close the door behind myself.
“Never knew Breakfast could be so filling!” she puts forth, while I am walking over to my bed.
“You never had a Mother?” I inquire, as I am sitting down on my bed; swinging my feet up onto the bed and lie down comfortably.
“No, not really..” she responds; “If I had had one, I would never have been here!” she explains, with a heavy heart.
“In which case, you would never have ended up on my bed; then I would never have met you, and I would never know the joy of the Suit you became for me!” I put forth.
“Well, yes..” she responds; “and I would never have known the joy, of being your Suit, either!” she then points out.
“Of course; you could have ended up anywhere else, other than on my bed?” I inquire.
“I guess I could…” she responds, as I finally notice my hands are moving up towards my breasts.
The next moment, I find myself cupping my breasts; grouping myself, feeling my squishy cups under my hands.
“Wait, what?” I exclaim, trying to pull my hands back.
“You are such a Tease!” I put forth, as I find myself incapable of pulling my hands off of my breasts.
Not because she tried to resist; but because the skin of my hands had fused to the skin of my breasts, before I had managed to regain the control of my hands.
“So delightfully Squishy..” she only teases; “I love the soft and squishy flesh of your breasts!” she explains.
“Oh..” I respond; “oh, oh?” I inquire.
“Yes, exactly..” she suggests; “maybe this is part of being female?” she offers.
“Well; I am a girl, after all!” I put forth; “Aren’t you?” I inquire, curiosity piqued.
“You could say that..” she puts forth; “even if we were used to taking the form of the Pony we were supposed to stand in for!” she explains.
“Pony?” I inquire; I guess that would explain why you felt Equine?” I suggest; as an answer, confirming a previous Observation.
“Well, yes..” she responds; “we live side by side with Ponies, dependent on their Love!” she then elaborates.
“Oh…” I respond.
“Your love is saturating the very air around you, but the more focused it is, the easier it is to absorb it!” she explains.
“Almost..” I start; “like a plant absorbing the light hitting its leaves?” I inquire.
“That is the Ultimate solution..” she puts forth; “but we were ordered to rip it from the Ponies..” she explains, her darker feelings for the act coming to the fore; “it’s a vile abuse, and is harmful to the Pony who is Victimized in this manner..” she continues, with a shudder to her voice; “furthermore; it degrades the Love, as well as damage our Hive in various ways as an effect!” she concludes.
“If you can thrive, off of just being my Suit..” I put forth; “it feels as if you prefer this?” I inquire.
“Thrive?” she inquires; “My needs are met, I am perfectly content!” she points out.
“To the best of my understanding; no Changeling has ever been content, we are always Hungry in the Hive!” she explains.
“Perfectly content..” I put forth; “the ultimate state of being!” I suggest.
“If only..” she mouths; “but it can not last, for long!” she then points out.
“It is not in my Nature, to stay content..” I point out; “once I get used to the situation, I tend to get restless..” I continue; “searching for something!” I conclude.
“But..” she intones; “You are filling up a great void in my Life!” she points out.
“Oh!!” I exclaim; “Like a life’s partner, one you soon find yourself not capable of living without?” I inquire.
“Yes, something like that..” she responds; “I feel, as if I am becoming ready to settle down here!” she puts forth.
“Wonderful..” I respond; “I feel the same, even if I can’t see us as a Family!” I put forth.
“While it may not be my places to say it, as a Changeling..” she concedes; “but this is just so much more, than just a friendship and sharing time hanging out!” she explains.
“No?” I inquire; as I continue grouping my breasts, trying to pull my hands off of my breasts while enjoying it more than I could have been expecting.
“You really do enjoying this, grouping your breasts?” she now inquires.
“I usually don’t, and not just based on modesty or anything..” I respond; “but you made it feel so good, I can’t quite make myself stop right now!” I explain.
“You like the feeling of your Companion doing it?” she inquires; “or; in the squishiness, I have managed to imbue them with?” she inquires, snickering in delight.
“These are still my hands, but it still does feel different..” I respond; “No point in denying it, is there?” I inquire.
“Question is..” she puts forth; “what else is there, you have not yet explores..” she continues; yet, you will discover that you enjoy!” she concludes.
“I am not sure..” I respond; “I don’t know, I do not even know if I want to know!” I continue; “Yet; I think I will love to explore it, with you!” I suggest.
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