Just one Lovely little Changeling 2: Profile Rewriten

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Into the Fire

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“Latexia sounds like the name of a Queen..” Philine proposes; “and I am fairly sure, you will be a great Queen; for me, too!” she puts forth.

"If I am your Queen, how will this affect me?”I inquire; “will this change me, in any manner?” I inquire.

“I would very much believe it would, Latexia..” she puts forth; “a Queen is a Royal, and she is responsible for the entire Hive!” she explains; “she will also be laying eggs!” she concludes.

“Well, I am already supplying you with Love..” I respond; “I hope it is enough; for you to live a comfortable life, with me!” I continue.

“With our current relation; you don’t need to worry, about my supply of Love!” she assures me; “I am more worried; about the consequences of too much Love, right now!” she points out.

“I guess; that would suggest that I have capacity, to support more Changelings?” I inquire, hopefully. (But, how large a Hive am I capable, to support?)

“Since she just named me, maybe I could at least perform small changes to her..” Philine ponders; “Let me see, let me try; I just hope, I can give her something remotely meaningful!” she ponders; as she is probing her feelings, to see what she could do.

“Oh, this could be fun..” she ponders; considering an option she thinks may be available, to her.

Of course, since she had already adjusted my belly button; making it into an orifice, it just may be what she had been looking for all along. With an effort of focus; she soon managed to initiate the intended change, changes; turning the belly button into my means to maintain the Hive. (While it remains undetected and undetectable, outwards; the changes slowly takes effect, affecting the desired change.)

Naturally; some changes may be small on the surface, but making much larger changes in the long run. This is just such a change; even if she had not realized it, or I had not directly asked for it.

“Oh, but wait; this does look like fun, if I could get away with it..” she ponders; “Suction cups and sensitive touch pads would be just right, for her!” she concludes; as she is initiating the changes, to make these to become part of me. (While I had not directly asked her for these either, but I just may come to enjoy them all the same.)

While she was at it, she ended up changing my nails as well; even if she had not even realized it, as she initiated the change. Just as I did not notice, or realize it; as it happened.

Just as the touch pads are covering the tips of my fingers, my nails now cover the tops of my fingers. I had not noticed, how the nails grew further and further up the tips of my fingers; ending up, only stopping just before the final joint of the respective finger. (Maybe I just could not quite see my nails, for as long as she is covering me like a second skin?)

“While I had chosen to be black, instinctively; maybe I can adjust my hue, in order to look as if I am actually her skin?” she ponders, slowly probing her feelings; making the effort, initiating the changes intended and desired.

“I’ll leave her with only a pair of Metallic Bloody Red panties and top..” she ponders; “these could still be explained away; so far as the person is not looking too closely, at her!” she is reasoning. (If it is rare enough an occasion; Philine could even grant her a swim suit or leave her panties and top skin tone for certain occasions.)

All the intended changes had already been initiated; slowly progressing, offering her the changes she had expected me to be most excited about.

“Could you hide the new orifice, you turned my belly button into?” I inquire.

“Yes, Latexia; I think that should be within my range of capabilities..” she submits; “How would you prefer me to disguise it; smooth it over, applying a plug or anything else?” she inquires.

“If the plug could disguise the new orifice, I would prefer this option..” I respond.

“Okay; then I will insert the requested plug, in order to hide it!” she confirms.

A moment after she had confirmed the option I had chosen; I can clearly feel the plug being inserted.

“Is there any chance, you could insert a plug into my anal cavity, as well?” I inquire, hoping she would manage it.

“Thank you, Philine!” I respond, as I can feel the plug sliding into me from behind.

The plug I feel her inserting, is just a little bit smaller than I could swallow; leaving me distracted, during the entire insertion and several minutes after she had finished. Still, I am enjoying the sensations of the large plug inserted and staying riveted within me; just as I am enjoying the warmth it is holding inside me, from the moment it was starting to slip into me.

“I just hope, the plug is not too big for you!” she breathes; worrying she had misinterpreted my wishes, or how large a plug I could swallow.

Incidentally, the plug is pushing the remainders of the lubrication further into me; whether it is inside or outside the suit, when inserted. For a moment; I am feeling the gel spreading further and further inside me; while she is pushing the plug into me from behind. Coupled with the inherent excitement, caused by the insertion; it causes me to become wet, producing the lubrication on my own, as a result of the plug pushing the lubrication into me from behind.

“Oh.. oh..” I breathe; “Yes.. Yes.. Yes..” I exclaim; “that really hit the spot!” I realize, together with Philine, as the plug continues to slide further and further inside me. (An orifice, is an orifice; after all.)

Halfway through the insertion, I manage to walk over to my bed; sitting down, before I am lying down on the top of my bed. (Incidentally; exactly where she lay, as I initially found her on my bed.)

In my excitement, I find myself contracting around the plug. My reaction is creating a reflex; making me instinctively contract around the plug, just that the contraction grows stronger the longer it is inserted and the deeper it is within me. (Should I mind, as it is exciting me in the process?)

Once the reflex, or instinct had taken hold; it is to say, I will just have to live with it. But, why should I mind it; it is so delicious, I could cry.

Just as with the first plug inserted, the second plug leaves me distracted for several minutes. The plug inserted, is just that large; she had chosen, to make it just marginally smaller than I am capable to swallow in the first place. Only now, I had realized; I am enjoying it, loving her all the more for taking this particular initiative. (I don’t need a drone, bereft of initiative; but a companion, capable of serving me what I need and want before I have to express an order.) I may be the Queen of this very small, nascent Hive; but I am still the girl I had been, before this suit landed on my bed. This part, will not and can not change any time soon; I will simply have to grow into my role, maturing over time. Well, what had you been expecting?

It is almost, as if she had read my mind; she had chosen the correct size, for the two plugs she had just inserted into me. Both my new orifice, and my anal orifice. Would she, could she properly gauge my every orifice? I still do want, need my vaginal orifice plugged, right away. Though I guess; my oral orifice will just have to wait, until it is bedtime. Once I no longer needs my mouth, in order to speak, I could finally accept, to have my oral orifice plugged up for the duration of the night.

Only once I had recovered my wits, from the experience of the latest plug insertion; does she start to insert the next, the final plug for the moment.

As I am lying on my back, legs spread; do I feel the third plug entering me, sliding into my vagina. Just as before, I can clearly feel it filling me up. The further the plug slides in, the more I am distracted; as I feel the distinct sensations of being stretched taut, as the plug continues to slip further and further into me. (Since this is intended to feel as if she is inserting a plug, the sensations imitates this experience to a T; I feel the plug sliding further and further in, spreading me in the process.)

“Oh.. oh.. oh.. oohh!” I breathe, lips spread wide in the shape of a Capital ‘Oh’.

I had been blushing, as the plug entered me; blushing harder and harder, the further in the plug had slipped into me. A reaction, of enjoying the insertion so much; or, embarrassment caused by just how large her plugs are. Who is to say; it could be both and/or neither. Not that it really changes anything. It happened, it is happening and it will be happening again.

As I am growing used to the experience of the large plugs, I am calming considerably; as my state of mind is settling down, normalizing over time.

While I am growing used to the plugs inserted, as my body is accepting the size of the plugs; but I am still enjoying the experience, all the same. (with each plug inserted, the lubrication is spreading inside me; affecting me, by permanently lubricating each orifice affected)

Each orifice contracting, instinctively; upon insertion, slowly becoming more elastic the more I am stretching as result of the insertion. In the process, I am growing stiff and hard, in order to become even more sensitive to the touch. (Naturally, this effect is accumulative. {Well, why shouldn’t it be?})

“She really knows, how big it needs to be, for me..” I ponder, as I have regained enough of my wit, to think clearly enough.

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Shifting Perspective

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