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I glanced up when the door slid open and gave Phoebe a raised eyebrow.
She glanced at me, then around, then back at me as she said, "Reading? Honestly, I think you're the first contestant I've ever worked with that I walked in on reading."
"There's a lot of material I need to get a handle on," I said, dropping the data pad to my lap as I added, "In or out."
She came in and closed the door behind her, then wandered over to the bed and reached for the pad. Since I had no reason not to show her I let her have it and she glanced over the contents, then at me, those big blue eyes of hers strangely depthless.
"I can't believe you're actually reading scholarly papers on dominance games."
Shrugging, I said, "Well, considering I'm apparently the emotional equivalent of a child in a cage, I have to get the information from somewhere. I'd rather that not be through a series of fantastic failures or an oversized 'dommie mommy.'"
"I dunno. That second one sounds pretty fun."
"I had a sample and wasn't impressed."
"Not impressed with Palashai? Damn. That's probably a first."
Rolling my eyes, I watched her shimmy up onto the bed. She was wearing that boob window costume she had, but all that did was push them together and squeeze 'em out through that window.
It was distracting, and by the knowing glance she tossed me as I stared at the view, she was well aware.
"So ... what? She just doesn't do anything for you?" she asked after she flopped down against the headboard next to me and leaned in, dumping her chest in my lap.
"Oh, she's certainly got everything a man needs. It's the mindset I don't get."
"So you're reading up trying to find something that clicks?"
"There's no clicking. This is more like looking at a set of directions on how to build something and hoping I remember them when it comes time to do the work."
Phoebe glanced up at me, then rolled her eyes and said, "Wow. I mean, I'm not really into the D/s game but even I get it. Sometimes it's fun, but I'd rather just get to the good stuff. Don't tease me, squeeze me. All the rest of that nonsense is just window dressing."
"Right?! I don't see the point. It seems like a lot of work with no payoff."
Phoebe frowned, thinking, then asked, "Ever feel jealous?"
"Not of a woman, no."
That got an interested look, and I waved a hand and said, "I've felt jealousy of stuff that someone has that I wish I had."
"How's that different from jealousy of a woman someone else has that you don't?" she asked.
"I never want someone else's woman. If she's interested and I'm interested we fuck. If those conditions aren't met I don't waste time on it."
"So you're considered handsome among your own kind?"
"Reasonably."
"And you've never had to work to get pussy?"
I thought about it, then shrugged and shook my head as I said, "Not really. If I want sex I go where the girls are and pick one who's interested. Most of the time it's just a night, then we go our separate ways."
"Have you ever had an emotional connection with someone you were banging?" she asked.
"Sure, when I was young."
"What happened?"
"I left. Got a goodbye while I was training, and that was the end of it. Next time I saw her she was two kids deep into a relationship with someone else."
"How did that make you feel?"
"Good for her. Glad she found someone."
"And that feeling you had when you were with her wasn't good enough for you to want it again?" Phoebe asked.
I didn't answer, because I wasn't exactly sure how. Eventually, I said, "Nope."
The truth was a bit more involved, but I didn't feel like spilling my guts to an alien just because she happened to be pestering me. The line of questioning had gone off the rails, and if it didn't help me nail down the process for this 'D/s' stuff — as she called it — it wasn't worth going over.
"Well, I can certainly see where Pala is coming from."
"That, does not help me," I said dryly, resisting the temptation to thump her atop the head. I really didn't know how she'd take it, and all the relationship talk had me thinking a bit more closely about how I was interacting.
"Oh, you were asking me for help?" she said, giving me that shark's grin of hers. "I don't remember that part of the conversation. Remind me?"
I frowned hard at her, but her grin only got bigger and, almost incidentally, more threatening.
Eventually, at somewhat of a loss, I said, "If you have any suggestions, I'd love to hear them."
"Spend more time with Yim," she said without a second's hesitation.
"With Yim."
"A-yup! Or me, but honestly she'd probably get you where you want to go faster. I'm a little too much like you to make it work right. I'm too easy."
"You think I'm easy?"
"Extremely. You just told me your love life essentially boiled down to: go find a girl who's interested, fuck, then leave."
Since I couldn't dispute that, and that fact annoyed me, I decided to change the subject because her boobs were still planted on my chest, and they were so ludicrously huge that not playing with them seemed like it should be some sort of crime.
I set a hand on one as I wrapped an arm around her shoulders to pin her and gradually began squeezing.
Her eyes widened, rolled up a bit, then focused on me before crossing as she said, "Nng! I tell you ... to do Yim, and this is ... I am not Yim!"
"I still haven't heard a complaint," I said as I pinned her boobs together, one on top of the other on my chest, and applied pressure to both. They had more elasticity than any other tits I'd ever encountered, which made for an interesting experience. The bulge out the window of her costume got really impressive, but Phoebe's eyes were rolling with obvious bliss as her jaws dropped open. Her whole body started trembling, but I eased off after a moment and she groaned, head on my shoulder as she panted.
"You don't need much of a warm-up," I noted.
"Nnnooo .... I don't. My horny is more like a motion sensor," she said dreamily, eyes focusing on me as she asked, "Why'd you stop?"
"Well, you're not Yim."
"I can pretend if that'll get me another squeeze."
"Seems like you've got even more than you did the other day."
"I do. A certain amount of what I take in gets converted for personal use. As time goes on I take in more and more. Eventually I genuinely need to get rid of it, but I'm nowhere near that now."
"So it's not water?"
"It can be, but this isn't."
I blinked, then glanced down at her curiously.
She said, "I can chug water and use it if I need to, but water doesn't have the ideal physical properties. Different viscosity, density, etcetera. Using water instead of prima is kind of like the difference between running across a sand dune rather than a running track."
"You call it 'prima'?"
"Mmhm. My species uses it for a lot of things: ballast, shape-shifting, energy storage ... it's the good stuff."
"Milk?"
"Older dolls feed younger ones to help them with their elasticity and growth. Our prima essentially trains their bodies how to make it better for themselves."
"What would happen if I drank it?"
Phoebe laughed, but her eyes lifted to mine as she said, "While you're free to do what you like, I have actually been told to caution you in the strongest terms not to try it. Prima is a very complex compound. Certain species find it harmless, healthy, or just delicious, but for most it is a rather remarkable mutagen. Since there's literally only one human, SDM would rather you not turn yourself into a footnote in someone's science paper ... at least, not until the show's over."
"And it didn't occur to you to issue me this warning before you bathed my dick and lower body in the stuff?" I asked, one eyebrow raised. "You came all over me last time we fucked."
"Has to be ingested," she said, waving a dismissive hand. "Just don't eat me out or suck on my nipples and you'll be fine."
"Damn, two of my favorite things off the table."
"I doubt that," she said, giving me a wry look. "Given what you've told me, cunnilingus doesn't seem likely to be in your skillset."
"Pala didn't complain."
"As your trainer, I doubt very much she was going to critique the details when the point of the exercise was to see if you'd submit."
"Since we're on the subject, does packwren pussy juice have any weird effects?"
"You can't ask me that because no one knows what anything will do to your species in particular. I suspect there was some lab testing done, and I'm sure if there was a danger Pala would have been notified."
My head thumped the wall behind me as I sighed. "There's so much I don't know."
"That'll never not be true. If it makes you feel any better, you probably know more about the various species you've interacted with than most of the other contestants. Intellectual curiosity isn't fostered in livestock generally."
"Yeah, I was told. Cuts down on revolutions."
"Mmhm. The contestants in SDM are a cut above because they've gone through a lot of very specialized training to be here, but as a ghost you'll always be a few steps ahead of them since you have so much more experience to draw on."
I didn't want the conversation to go down that road so I returned it to my own rather more puerile interests as I asked, "So how big can you actually get?"
"Wanna see?" she asked, giving me that sharkish grin.
"Yeah. I'm actually extremely curious."
She rolled over until she was straddling my lap, leaning on her boobs, which formed such a large cushion between us that she was closer to perpendicular than parallel. Her completely ridiculous tits were like a pair of water-filled beach balls stuffed into her costume, but as I reached up to give them a squeeze from both sides she caught my hands gently and said, "Wait wait. Before you send me over the moon ... if we're going to do this, I need you to understand a few things."
"Okay?"
"I've already told you dolls can be very vulnerable, but that is never more true than when we're overfilled. It is ridiculously fun, but also very, very risky for us. I need to know I can trust you to follow some simple rules with me."
"What are they?" I asked.
"If there's ever a point at which I can't speak, you absolutely must shut the water off — quick as you can. That's rule one. Rule two is what I say, you do. I'll eventually be completely helpless, so before I agree to this, you must absolutely be willing to do whatever I ask."
"I'm beginning to wonder if I should back out. I don't want to put you at risk just for a little fun."
She smiled as she tilted her head and said, "Aww, see, that's exactly why I think I'll be safe. You might be a honed killer, but you're deliberate about it. I'll bet you've never killed anyone by accident."
I immediately shook my head as I said, "No. Never. I've regretted it once or twice, but it was always my choice. Any more rules?"
Phoebe's head tipped back as she stared down at me. Even on her alien face, the expression came through as thoughtful. At length, she said, "Yes, actually. Taz ... I want you to enjoy yourself. If you're only asking me for this to satisfy an intellectual curiosity I don't want to do it. I want to have fun, and I want you to have fun with me. Can you?"
It was an odd request and, brow furrowed, I said, "Well I can't promise I'm going to act like a kid or anything, but yeah ... I think this'll be fun. If I didn't I wouldn't ask."
"Okay. I'm trusting you now ... this isn't a casual thing for me."
"Are you sure you-mph!"
She cut me off as she abruptly surged forward, smothering my face with boobs as she waggled a finger and said, "If I weren't sure, I'd have backed out of this alliance by now. Just remember: you gave me your word, and I'm not a succubus. I expect your words and deeds to match. Come on."