Her hair gets pulled to either side of the top of her head and grows at a rapid rate, tying themselves with silver bows into large, shiny black pigtai...s.“-Their mind-” He snaps again, and Mio sees her chest again from her position, extending out and jiggling slightly from her leaning forwards. Her mouth waters as she thinks that she could play with her own teats for hours on end, and thinking that her new cheer outfit is super hot, despite it being forced on her to wear it. Then she realises. "Well, she has red hair ... she's about this tall ... she has green eyes..." She's a 34B, he almost said, but stopped himself. That was going a little too far. "Maybe you'll meet her next year," he finished. If only he'd had the brains to bring a picture of her in his wallet; but they'd been seeing each other at least once a week for a year, when they weren't seeing each other once a day. What need had he of a token to remember her by?Then the food came out, and everyone had other things on. This is what my fiction had caused. I was not ready for this, but I could hardly back down. What excuse could I make? I was genuinely worried about the consequences. I knew Pat, and being naked, just with her, was vulnerable enough, as exciting as it had been - but extending this to a group of females, none of whom I knew, and over whom I had no control in terms of telling the whole world, was a huge step to take, even though I had fantasized the very same thing with the women at the factory. I. ” I said, keeping a bit of command in my voice. “I’m just starting to enjoy the meal.”
The rest of the week fell into a pattern. mid day she was shopping, cool side, or with friends, and morning and evening she was tending to my every need. Half way through the second week I started taking little risks and little chances. Petting her head as I walked by, sliding my hand along her waist she she prepped dinner. She didn’t seem to mind or notice and that boded well for me. I played it safe not.