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Gloves for Yule

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I had just watched Aug undress, before she had slipped into her daily wear. I had found it surprisingly exciting.

I just could not put a finger onto how, or why that is. Though I guess this could be blamed, onto my current state; on the account of the gloves I wore to bed, the other night.

Now, he is leading me out into our living room; having me to sit down, into the sofa.

“The seat in the middle; should be perfectly you, Yule!” she suggests.

“You think, Aug?” I inquire; “Thank you, Aug..” I respond, plopping down into the proffered seat, in the middle of our three seat cinematic sofa.

“Yes, but of course it is; I even had it adjusted, for you to be right at home..” she prompts.

“Oh?” I inquire.

“Yes, but of course; just lean forwards, and I will show you a neat trick..” she offers.

“Oh, okay..” I respond, leaning forwards.

With that, she is guiding my hands towards the cup-holders; slipping them down, before pressing them in firmly.

“There, perfectly tight and secure..” she declares.

I lean back, relaxing; waiting for her to do something.

“Wait..” I ponder; “she wants me, to explore the situation; to learn how to handle my arms, and to confirm how tight and comfortable it is to me?” I continue.

Putting these gloves on, or if it is having them put on me; but the gloves inevitably had changed me, my arms during the night. If I should be referring to my arms, as arms? Condom Gloves, as the subtitle had declared.

I still do lean back, but tentatively pull at my arms; erm, maybe tentacles is the word to go with. Either way, I tentatively start exploring the situation.

The first I realize, is just how tight the hold of what had been my hands is; I can not move either, or even flex them in the least. Not right now, it’s simply too tight.

Pull as I may, I can not pull free; more than I could push further, or move what had been passing for my hands the other day.

However, I realize pulling is still stretching me; causing me to feel how wet I am, after she had been lubricating me, the other day. How does this even work? I have no idea, but something about my situation is still exciting me, all the same.

“Wait..” I ponder; “why am I excited?” I consider.

Yet, I can not help myself; but I do still find myself excited, in the situation I had just found myself.

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“I feel like taking a bottle of Sparkle Cola, but for as long as I have Yule here..” I ponder.

With that, I lean over; unbuttoning the first button, the second button and the third button of her blouse.

At first, she seems to blush in embarrassment; but then I realize, she is excited. I unbutton two more of the buttons, before I fold the front of her blouse out of the way; presenting her breasts openly, leaving her nipples exposed to me.

She just winks at me.

With the pads of the armrests down, I place one knee in the right seat and the other in the left seat; bending over, placing a kiss on the top of her right nipple.

I part my lips, enough for my tongue to escape; licking the tip of her nipple, before I continue to part my lips, slowly taking her nipple between my lips and into my mouth.

“Since she likes my milk, I guess I just have to sample hers too..” I ponder, contracting my lips as I start to suck.

I lift up my right hand, extending the index-finger; pressing the tip of the finger onto the middle of my lower lip, causing my lips to contract. Mean-while, I extend the thumb and index-finger; placing her left nipple between my nails and slowly pinching her nipple. Slowly, carefully tugging the nipple, teasing her, her sensibilities.

Would she like it? Would she be enjoying it? Could she? Would she let me know, or pout and whine endlessly later? Who is to say?

Either way, too late to regret it. I have done it.

Personally, I do enjoy the tease; and going by her expression and reactions, she seems to like it. At least, right now; in the moment, as I am giving her nipple a few more tentative tugs. Just little, cute and lady-like tugs; keeping the nipple firmly between my nails, stretching the nipple just enough to make the point.

I do not bite, because I doubt I would have enjoyed her doing it to me; though I suck her nipple, between tightly contracted lips. She had enjoyed doing it to me, so I permit myself to enjoy it in turn.

She is rewarding me with squirts of her warm milk: creamy and juicy, which I find myself enjoying.

“So sweet, I can’t resist..” I ponder; “no wonder, she was enjoying it so much?” I consider.

It is milk, and thus rich in nutrients; we all knew that, and specifically targeted to match the needs and requirements of the one doing the sucking. Suckling?

Maybe, just maybe; in this case, it is not just the nutrients that are specific to me, but also the taste and consistency. Well, but why not? If the top I had worn all night could offer me perfectly shaped female breasts, with nipples ready for use; why couldn’t the under-laying tissue be just as well adjusted: to my, her and our needs as well? We had booked the room, together; so it could be safe to assume, in this case. Couldn’t it?

While I know some, both men and women may have preferred a larger bust; but personally, I still prefer the smaller A Cup.

Maybe, just maybe; I could try out a larger bust later; B Cup, or possibly even a C Cup. But I doubt, I would like to go further than that. Is it the male part of me speaking, demanding to keep it small and inconspicuous; even if I know, I probably could pass for a female before I leave the hotel.

What is the lure of larger breasts, I have no idea. A handful should be just right for me, and not just because I would be incurring a severe back-pain soon enough.

No pain, no gain; they say, but in this case, there really is no gain to be had.

I enjoy my modest, perky teen’s A Cup. I enjoy it, for all it is worth. Much more so, than I had been expecting.

As it turns out, I had sacrificed nothing; for what I had been given, aside from the male pride I never bothered too much with in the first place. I still have everything, I had started out with; only to gain, all the things I was looking for. Even, if I was looking for them in another. As in: a Girl Friend, that is.

It isn’t, as if I became a girl; just because I was given the choice of having breasts. At least, there are real and very functional breasts. I had enjoyed this fact, very much. Should I have been ashamed of this? Why?

I had made the choice; in putting the garments on, the entire ensemble. I had even been sleeping in the suit, all night.

There are still a few things, left to be explored; to be enjoyed.

She is so sweet, as is her milk; maybe I will take a greater liking to her, possibly even love her now? Such is the Yule I am starting to get to know, after I stopped merely being a mae and her brother. Am I living up to my name?

At least, she is enjoying my company. I may have known her before, back before I had booked the suite; now I am another person, gaining understanding, I could never have gained before. I can and do connect to her, in ways I never could; but the overnight changes changed me, deeper than I had been expecting.

Without mentioning details, could I recommend for others to come to this hotel? could I, and should I?

What will become of me, how will it change and affect my other relations? I have no idea. will it, or wouldn’t it?

For now, I do not care, I live in the instant. On top of Yule. Enjoying my position.

She is enjoying it, for all I can say.

Once I had my fill, I continue for a moment; teasing her, pleasing her as best I can.

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She is standing before me, with the table behind me; as she is unbuttoning my blouse, one button at the time: one, two and three. She momentarily stops; before she is unbuttoning the fourth and fifth button as well. This is the time, when she is folding up my blouse to expose my breasts, and nipples.

Once she exposed my breasts; she is climbing up onto the sofa, effectively mounting me in the process. A moment later; I feel her slippery and wet lips, planting a warm kiss on my right nipple.

There is a momentary, electric tingle on the top of my nipple; just as I feel her lips part and the tip of her tongue, is touching the tip of the nipple.

As her lips part further, she pushes forwards; and I feel my nipple slipping into her mouth, between her warm lips.

Her lips; tightly contracted around my lips, as she starts sucking. Sucktion, slowly building up; to the point, where I clearly feel my milk being sucked out through the nipple.

Slow, at first; squirt by squirt, the creamy milk flows out. I have a warm sensation, almost to the point of the electric tingling with each squirt.

”Oh, oh..” I mouth.

She is lifting up her right hand, thumb and index-finger extended; pressing her long nails on the sides of my unattended nipple, squeezing it gently between her nails.

Teasing, tantalizing and distracting me; as she affords the nipple gentle, tentative tugs. Gentle and ladylike, but tentative tugs all the same. I can’t help, but enjoying the tease, as she is distracting me in the process.

While I may have known, I was enjoying my nipples; but it never dawned upon me, that it was to be quite this good. How could I have guessed?

Though, if I am to chance a guess; maybe the answer lies, in the changes imposed upon me by the top I wore last night. If I had read the fine print, it would have explained it all. ”Productive Play” the subtitle reads; ”E Cup, the same subtitle had declared.

The top rigged me to lactate, upon stimulation; just as it had set me up, to enjoy lactating. If only, I had realized; just how much, I am enjoying it.

While I could try on a different top tonight, but do I want to? Even if the top is promising me, to return my breasts and nipples, to what they were like, before I had arrived.

For now, I could not even make myself think of it; maybe, I am enjoying it too much? Well, I certainly do enjoy it; but if it is Aug, or if I would have enjoyed stimulation regardless of who or how?

I find myself, wanting to hug and kiss her; but my hands are stuck in place, if they are even hands?

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Yule is appearing to be rather distracted, by now. If she would notice it, but I think I had enough of her milk for now. Not that I did not like it, but I gave her a breakfast; for her to have it, not just for her to just give everything back the next instant.

Besides; it isn’t, as if I could not have more later. I know she will love, to offer me. Just as I will love; to offer her more, if and when she asks.

I place my left hand, where her elbow would have been; slowly, carefully pushing. Just to feel if her joint is still there.

My left hand, slipping the pad of the armrest open; extracting two bottles of Sparkle Cola, before I close the fridge after myself.

If it is actually a joint, such as I may recognize; but I can feel her arm, or is it a tentacle bed. Just not quite, the way I had been expecting it.

”Whoa..” I exclaim, as I feel the fluid reaction, as the tentacle bends as if it had been made out of rubber.

”Oh, oh..” she gasps, as she feels the reaction, realizing more of what she has to work with.

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”Oh, oh..” I gasp, as I start to realize how this works, upon feeling the sensations of her hand where my elbow should have been.

Of course, I feel the hand, as my tentacle is bending under her pressure; but beyond that, I have little to no awareness as to where she is. I’m locked into place, distracted and excited.

My focus, is on my right and left tentacles respectively; figuring out, just how they work and how to move them.

”Wait, I chose this?” I ponder; "what were I thinking?” I continue;”but, but, but; it feels so good, and I still enjoy it all!” I conclude.

While I could not pull free, or act in a manner to release myself; but I am in the position, where I can pick up the clues as to how to control the tentacles in place of my arms.

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Room Service

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Author's Note

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