A what-if that's a lot more what than if. Endorsed/reviewed by @somechubbynerd for accuracy and enablement. Super self-indulgent for me and a bit for her, too.
A quiet and cold afternoon in the house together as Miq and Taylor stay huddled together to try and keep each other cozy under the blankets. It is proving difficult because if they move too much either way, the cold keeps on seeping in. Taylor has a death grip on Miq's shoulders and side, trying to pull her into herself as tightly as possible. Both are shivering lightly as they suffer together.
Struggling to stay warm and cozy is exhausting for them both when they just wanna nap and stay cuddled up. Miq yawns first, shaking more as the sound rattles out of her chest and into the air. She nestles in more as Taylor soon does the same, loudly and just as shakily.
However, her girlfriend notes something she hadn't before. With how much more catte Taylor has been becoming over time, she finally really notices those teef, her tongue coming all the way out as she yawns and that really, really open mouth. Something shoots through her brain in an instant, but she feels something like a tinge of shame, which is weird considering she doesn't feel it with other people as badly aside putting her foot in her own mouth.
It seems that it doesn't go unnoticed, Taylor catching the internal shame on Miq's face with ease. A gentle hug and squish and a smooch to the cheek to coax out what's on her mind. Her mouse girlfriend finally relents, sort of just spilling her heart out about how she genuinely feels currently. Taylor simply holds her tight and listens until she gets it all out, before offering any opinions or thoughts on the matter. Gotta make sure you have all the info right when it's being handed to you, right?
Taylor hums as she holds Miq tight, thinking it over softly. Not one to stifle her girlfriend's ideas or creativity about something, she at least offers that if Miq can come up with a way that she thinks they could comfortably do that act together without worry or panicking later, she'll keep an open mind for the process. It's a little out of the usual wheelhouse for herself, instead of through the costume or skin of another to do so, but Taylor gets the appeal in general and understands why it's so much stronger to her girlfriend Miq, as well.
An open mind...? What about something a little more close-minded? No, that's not quite right. More like closed-circuit minded? Miq has a slightly mischievous grin that Taylor knows all too well. What if they combined this idea with a little bit of hypnosis? That way Taylor could calmly and/or nicely go through this without too much worry, especially if Miq isn't worried about it herself.
Since it has been a little bit since the last time they put Taylor under for fun, time to make sure the triggers all still work properly. Gotta be sure, especially with the fun that Miq seems to be planning for them both. Her favorite one to test first is one that effectively makes it so that Taylor can't speak. That gets a mildly miffed but smiling girlfriend look, before Miq helps reset her. Then it is time to go under.
And down she goes. Down, down, down. She's still aware and with Miq's voice coming through to her with a clear and teasing tone, she's ready to take orders! Well, no, more like gentle suggestions with a bit more ease with being susceptible while under hypnosis. Miq tests this for her with some gentle commands of what to do with her hands and legs and maybe to stretch and squash a bit. Satisfied with her work, she gently brings Taylor back up. They both give their playful 'good morning' to each other as Miq starts to get herself a bit more ready for what they'll actually be trying to do together in a bit here.
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Miq comes back, shivering in her yellow two-piece as she giggles playfully. How does this help with the cold? Well, with what they're gonna try, she's thinking ahead a bit. Now, to get into character for them both! Miq coos as she comes over to Taylor and eases her under once more, happy to help her get into her proper mindset. All the while, Miq starts to shrink and shrink and shrink. Soon enough, with ears and tail and all, a proper mouse girlfriend to her catte girlfriend.
She gets Taylor's attention to come down to her level, gently running her fingers through the brunette's hair as she reassures her about what they'll be doing together and that it'll all be okay and in good fun. Gentle instructions for Taylor to be a full catte while they play together like this, as much as she's willing to go, and a countdown to give Miq a headstart as she gets some distance between them. Five...four...three...two...one~! Here, kitty kitty kitty~!
Well, there's not much of a reaction at first. Taylor sort of just sits there on her stomach, looking towards Miq idly, her tail swishing softly. Maybe Miq gave a poor set of instructions? She starts to move back towards Taylor, who then suddenly crouches down further on her stomach, eyes and pupils wide and locked onto her girlfriend, tail flicking excitedly. Oh, right. Taylor's a catte. Movement is key! Miq smirks playfully as she realizes this and does a little crouch herself to try and get Taylor to pounce first. Just more wiggles and more intensely locking on.
Taylor finally pounces once her tiny mouse girlfriend tries to juke her going one way, quickly course-correcting to try and cut her off with an excited hand. Bap! Got the mouse good with that one, but she darts the other way when she can, Taylor scrambling after her excitedly.
Plenty of jumping and dodging for Miq as Taylor goes for pouncing and diving after her. Genuine cat and mouse between the catte and mouse! Both do their best to stay one step ahead of the other, gigglin' and wigglin' playfully as they do. Pretty soon, however, it is a checkmate as the mousey lady is pounced on good and trapped in Taylor's hands once she finally catches up to her in the living room. Cupped and kept, Taylor swishes her tail happily with finally having caught her quarry, who is trying to wriggle out through her fingers with no such luck.
Taylor gently scoops her hands together off of the floor to cup under her tiny girlfriend in her grasp, bringing her over with her to the couch once more and soon opens her hands. Miq looks up to the sight of daylight once more to now see her giant girlfriend's face above her, who's soon smooshin' her into her cheek and face for nuzzling cozily. Miq is clearly happy to reciprocate, since she is so very much caught already.
It goes from nuzzling to smoochin' pretty easily, since Miq is already in her hands and easily accessible like this. Miq giggles and squirms adorably as she's peppered with kisses by her girlfriend, squeakin' up a storm as Taylor keeps this up. And smoochin' soon turns into licking, since Taylor is very catte and also feeling so affectionate. Gotta lick what you love! Makes sense to me, at least!
Taylor continues to lick upwards on her girlfriend's body, up from her toes to the top of her head, getting the squirming mouse to huff and puff quietly as she is overwhelmed in the best way. Lots of cute noises from a cute little lady being groomed and tasted all over, getting herself all riled up in what she feels is one-sided. It shouldn't be, though, as they discussed this earlier together already. Doesn't stop the years of shame in her head, but this is definitely helping dissolve a lot of it.
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Time seems to pass quickly or slowly, Miq can no longer tell between nuzzles and licks, as she continues to be loved on by her girlfriend so thoroughly. A thought bubbles to the surface of her mind, all riled up and pent up and excited about it to herself. Well, it was supposed to be to herself, until she said it out loud. Loud enough for Taylor to hear and process what she said. Did Miq really want her to do that? To eat her? Was it a cat and mouse thing? Was it because of the trust between them over the years? Was it just a horndog thought that finally broke through her filter? Hard to say when all she's doing is squeakin' and squirmin' against Taylor's tongue.
There's a beat for a moment there. Definitely something along the lines of Taylor playfully making sure with her girlfriend and Miq saying it again with more want in her voice this time. The licks slow down ever so slightly, Taylor taking her time to savor the flavor of her little girlfriend, before opening her mouth more to take Miq in up to her waist. She closes her lips around the upper half of her mouse girlfriend as she holds her in her mouth, licking around on her playfully to tease and play and taste her over. Muffled squeaks and other funnier noises come from within her cheeks as Miq kicks her little legs and swishes her tail excitedly.
Taylor holds her girlfriend in her mouth like this for a moment, letting her wriggle and squirm before giggling and pursing her lips. Those little legs and tail disappear with an audible sluuuurrrrrp as the catte smiles and starts to roll her girlfriend around in her mouth with a content hum. Plenty of cute and silly and a little bit of lewd sounds are coming from her cheeks as Miq is rolled around and slobbered on thoroughly, soaked all the way through her bikini this way.
The larger catte girlfriend continues to roll her tiny mouse girlfriend around her mouth, giggling and humming softly while she's still under. It's so fun and relaxing, even as Miq is having the ride of her life right now. Taylor moves to sit back and upright on the couch, titling her head back slightly to push and guide Miq to the back of her throat. All loosey-goosey fun as she slooooowly slides right down her-? There's a tickle at the back of her tongue as Miq seems to catch there, getting her to cough and clear her throat firmly. Maybe she didn't get her wet enough, aside from what seems to be obvious that she did?
She tries again and coughs again, startled that her girlfriend caught in her throat again. She's surprised as this one brings a tear to her eyes from the stress of a less than smooth experience. Miq should be small enough to fit, so maybe this is an inexperience sort of thing? She looks around as she holds her girlfriend in her mouth idly, looking at the coffee table. Well, lucky her! A nice, big refreshing cup of water! Good thing Miq's already in her bikini, as this ride is about to become a water slide and pool.
Miq does her best to shield her eyes when light suddenly floods Taylor's mouth as she opens it, soon being actually flooded out and down when the cup is brought up to her girlfriend's lips and mouth. Taylor takes a few sips to wet her whistle and soak her girlfriend, before opening her throat a bit more to absolutely flush her girlfriend down her gullet properly. Miq is finally caught and enveloped in Taylor's esophagus and is pushed and pulled down, down, down deep into her chest with the water slipping past her easily.
Both Taylor and Miq make a stifled noise when they both feel the mouse drop into the catte's stomach unceremoniously, the larger woman still finishing up her water fully to make sure Miq's all the way down and comfy and settled. She leans forward to set her cup down, sitting back up and belching loudly enough to startle them both. A flustered excuse me as the catte leans back on the couch, rubbing and kneading softly at her tummy where she feels her tiny girlfriend filling it. She can feel her wriggling and giggling underneath her fingers and hand, getting a flustered and playful giggle out of her. She actually did it! Miq's in her tummy! This feels so weird and silly and funny! She moves to lie on her back on the couch, belching again and rubbing deeper down on her girlfriend inside her.
There's something different and special about pressing down and pinning your tiny girlfriend with your hand when she's into your tummy, compared when she's resting on top of it. Especially when she squirms and wriggles so much. It makes herself giggle and wiggle, too. Though, she swears she hears something. Oh, is her girlfriend trying to talk to her and she's too busy pushing her down into her tummy? Better let up a little. And there's her release trigger. Time to slooooowly come out of her trance now, whoooooagh.
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Taylor comes up and out of her trance proper, getting a biiiiiiig streeeeeetch in as she feels how relaxed and cozy she was. There's a soft belch and a quiet hiccup as she stirs a bit, remembering pretty quickly that she swallowed her girlfriend. It seems like she's both flustered of what to do and getting worried that she might accidentally hurt her this way, but something gentle surprises her enough to ground her. A gentle rubbing and patting motion from the pit of her stomach, since Miq knows she's up and out of her trance now. Her tiny mouse girlfriend is rubbing her belly from the inside to try and calm her down.
It feels a little different and funny this way, but the message is made pretty clear. Miq trusts her to not hurt her and that they'll both ultimately be okay together like this for however long this lasts. A few deep breaths from Taylor as she just moves to lie back and close her eyes, trying to stay still and simply keep herself relaxed and with a cool head as they spend their afternoon like this.
They'll definitely figure out how to get her out of there safely later today when they can, but for now, they both try and relax and just enjoy each other's selves like this. Taylor's first time turns into one of Miq's most favorite and intimate instances of this with someone she trusts so dearly. That and trying not to make Taylor too nauseous or anything for any uncomfortable inconveniences for them both.
Miq settles in for now and will figure out her plans of escape later, having worked up and exhausted herself so much through all her wrigglin'. Taylor gently rubs her belly and belches quietly again, sort of lightly enjoying the taste of peaches on her breath from that. Cozy girlfriends, cozy together in a very close and interesting way.
MONIKA, SAYORI, YURI, and NATSUKI from DOKI DOKI LITERATURE CLUB!
Justification:
"The main story of DDLC is a depressing horror show of bad decisions, self-destruction, and the terror of living in a reality that you know is artificial with a window out into the Real World. The Side Stories? My fucking god, these bitches gay. And every single Side Story has a gay moment between at least two girls, culminating in all of them taking a sweet, silly selfie together. Poly af" - @somechubbynerd
"Jeez, I wish I wasn't alone right now... I'm not sure if I can take whoever's on the other door. Please be an easy one..." Eroelle sighed. This would usually be where a Boss Blind would be located, ready to challenge her to fight. One of those was usually quite the task to fight as a team. As a 1v1. She didn't exactly like those odds. She pushed on the door...
"...Huh. It's... why is it not opening?" Eroelle pushed again. It felt like there was something really heavy on the other side, like someone had set bags of wet sand to block the door. "I mean... I guess that's as much of a challenge as any." She stepped back, giving herself a wide berth, and also taking out her deck to enhance her strength some.
"C'mon, Ellie.... and push-" Eroelle braced herself as she slammed both hands against the door, shoving with all her might and then some. It felt like she was getting it out of the way. One more strong shove, and.
"Oof!" Eroelle flinched as she felt whatever it was recede from the doorway, finally repelled from blocking it... and then heard it very nakedly object to being pushed around. "Hey, fuck you, whore!"
"Is that..." Eroelle opened the door.""Is that..." Eroelle opened the door.
"THE NEEDLE???"
It defied all rationality to see the Boss Blind like this. Once faster than an arrow, zipping around, hurling insults, and spitting venom, with a stinger to pump deadly poison into its victims... now reduced to a miniature sea of lard. Her 2-foot frame was bloated beyond comprehension, melted into rolls several meters wide. There was not a stinger to be found anywhere; seemingly swallowed up by the green woman's ass.
"What- how did-" Eroelle stammered, trying to make out a feature of her body that wasn't fleshy, jiggly rolls. She couldn't even see more than The Needle's toes. Could she even walk like this?
"What, am I not allowed to be big like that purple gas planet? Don't think I still can't fucking beat you. I've taken you on plenty, I can do it again, no matter how heavy I am!" The Needle beat her wings furiously, trying to rise into the air to sting Eroelle or... maybe at least crush the Joker under her titanic bulk... But she wasn't going anywhere.
"Um, I... listen, can't you leave me be? You caught me while I was enjoying myself." She stammered. "You win this time, okay? I thought blocking the door would-"
"...Huh. So this is you enjoying yourself." Eroelle remained unimpressed.
"So... you really can't do anything at all?" She jabbed a bit of the sweaty pudge with her foot, as if testing the waters. "All of your constant blustering and annoying little jabs, and now you can't back them up?" She stared into The Needle's face, where her eyes would be, her expression refusing to falter. "And what, because you ate more than the Wall does? Don't you like her the least?"
"H-hey, listen, this was the Head's idea. She wanted it! She... she got it in my head that I'd be stronger with a big ass. I-It's her fault!" She screamed, her armfat slapping heavily against her rolls. "I don't- It's not my fault! It's not! She likes this, not...!" She stopped to heave, her breath shorter than usual.
"Mhmhmhm..." Eroelle chuckled, stepping forward towards the mossy-colored mattress. She bent down, her hand gently tickling the Needle's belly. Soft, supple and squishy... The jester's grin widened as she brought her face to that of her bloated, useless 'assailant.' "It's okay, I can't not forgive you, sweetie... I mean, really..."
Hope y'all have a good one and I'm gonna go be busy and a responsible adult today. When I get back from that? Who knows, I'll probably be around for goofin', then!
For now, feel free to drop me anything holiday-related or just silly over at @agoobersretreat for me to come back to and I'll reply when I can! Please also go send my girlfriend, @somechubbynerd , loads of silly as well. Due to my busy-ness, I can't spend the day with her like we wanted to! So please, send her some stuff to laugh about. I really love her laughter.
