Growing Soft 7 (Patreon)

Miia pushed Mero’s chair along the entrance wall to their house. The slight turn of the wheels beneath her chair was the only sound aside from the rhythmic patter of Cerea’s hooves as the girls followed the path toward her home.

In truth, Miia had very little idea what she was doing as she slithered down the sidewalk. She could feel two serpents inside of her plucking at one another, one desperate for conversation and some sort of noise to drown out the silence, another wearing the quiet as snug and warmly as her sweater over her pleasantly plump body. As the day marched onward and evening came, the serpents seemed to rise higher, risen as if from kindling.

Miia found her hearing focus on the sound of the tree line as they came toward the entrance and the path up to the house. She latched onto it and, quickly cycling through some tones, a song came back to her.

And so she began to hum. The tune was slight, easy, and yet varied. It was a famous song, one about passion and about one’s purpose. It was a song about love, but more than that, it was about being united by that love.

Her voice started low, trying to remember the exact beat, but once she found her place, she felt herself growing stronger in it, and the serpents inside were quieted as the music wrapped around them, tying them together. It flowed from Miia as pleasant as the birdsong above.

Mero’s voice, ever soft and pleasant, joined Miia as they passed the entranceway. She felt her smile grow wider as Mero glanced over her shoulder, and then looked as Cerea’s deeper voice joined the others, mixing together to create the wordless tune to the song about their love. Cerea’s visage was exhausted, her body near the point of collapsing once more, yet the song seemed to reinforce her spirit as they moved and came to the front stoop to the home.

And finally, reaching the end, each girl very softly whispered, “Fall in love.”

The all grinned at one another, sharing in the pleasant atmosphere and the comfort of their friendship. Cerea reached a hand over and patted Miia’s shoulder. “We missed you,” she said.

Miia took her hand and rubbed her thumb over it. Then, giggling, proclaimed, “Come on, we gotta get you in the bath. And you too, Meroune!” she added, tapping Mero on her head of pink hair.

“What? Hey,” Mero covered her head, “I was just in the pool, I’m fine!”

“I-I could just use a brush,” Cerea blushed. “I don’t really need a full bath.”

Miia moved around the front of the girls, turning on them and putting her hands atop her pudgy hips. “Now you listen here,” she scowled, “I won’t have you girls spending the night if you smell like sweat,” she pointed to Cerea, “and you smell like… like chlorine!”

Mero balked. “There’s not chlorine in the pool!” she complained.

“Well, whatever they put in it to keep it clean! It probably stinks!” Miia crossed her arms over her chest, squeezing her sweater tightly.

“You can’t even smell anything!”

Cerea broke in. “I’m sorry, did you say, ‘spending the night?’” she asked. 

“Yup!” Miia lifted a toothy grin. “You two are gonna be our guests for the night!”

“I didn’t agree to this,” Mero responded.

Cerea spoke from behind pink cheeks, plucking at her workout gear. “I-I don’t have anything to wear.”

Suddenly, both serpents leapt back to their full heights as a white flame blazed within the scarlet lamia. “Well too bad!” Miia shouted, tucking her hands onto her waist. “You two have more unpacking to do than either of you are letting on, and you are not leaving this house until tomorrow morning!!”

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The way Miia roared that last line made Cerea feel like she needed to shrink away from her. She clipped onto her back hooves, blown backward upon the wind that came with the shout, and the act nearly caused her to tumble before catching her balance. 

She looked down at herself, feeling the ache and the exhaustion that came from her body. She needed a relaxing night. She knew that, but she felt like she’d be a burden, and something else was just slightly off. She felt uneasy, more so than she thought Miia’s vigor was due, and was about to attempt another denial when she turned back to look into the lamia’s amber eyes.

They seemed almost aflame with an ivory glimmer. Quickly, Cerea averted her eyes, the unease inside tampering her to look to Mero.

The mermaid had just turned to her, wearing an equally startled countenance. They gave each other wry expressions before Miia loudly coughed, grabbing their attention once more.

The edge to her tone was gone, replaced with a trickle of honey as she spoke. “It’s been a long day,” she shrugged, “and I want my sisters to spend the night. Is that wrong?” She opened her arms, but her tail was making another move. The pudgy lamia’s plump tail was beginning to spindle around the others, enclosing them in a tightening circle. Cerea clomped forward whilst Mero’s chair was physically pulled forth by the long appendage.

“N-no,” Mero said, shifting in her seat. Cerea then realized that Mero was feeling the unease too. Something deep inside was plugging that it was a bad idea. Yet she couldn’t put a finger on what it was.

The door opened and Cerea’s train of thought was derailed. The crashing impact left no survivors as she looked upon the handsome form of Master. His chest looked stronger, even beneath his apron she could see he’d been working out in some form. His arms too, the way he leaned on the door was causing her heart to skip a beat. His warm chestnut eyes held the group of girls in such a warm light, and the tune from the song came back to Cerea. Passion… desire... lo-

She didn’t even hear the first words he had spoken, needing to waggle her head to snap herself out of the intimate moment. She gulped, swallowing back and blinking furiously. What in the world had just come over her? It was as if some white fire had…

Cerea’s eyes widened and her head snapped over toward Mero. She saw the bright twinkle in her ocean blue eyes, gazing upon Master with a kindly grin and a happy blush. She held a hand over her cheek, lightly giggling to herself before her own eyes seemed to sharpen and the flame was squelched beneath a mandatory flood of purifying thoughts. 

“They’ll be spending the night!” Miia was telling him excitedly, which Cerea only realized too late to interject.

“Oh, that’s wonderful,” Master grinned. His teeth sparkled, and Cerea felt the flames licking at her insides again, heightening her wants, her needs for affection. “I was making extra for dinner, but I’ll make a bit more! Cerea, would you like some more carrots?”

She tried to dunk herself in an allusion of cold water. “Y-y-yes,” she stuttered. 

“Do… um…” Mero began to speak in before clearly feeling as if she’d spoken out of turn and holding a hand over her mouth.

“Yes?” Master asked.

Mero looked down at her hand, blushing and hurriedly dropping it into her lap before she cleared her throat, “Do you have any wines?” she asked.

Master’s smile gleamed. “I thought you might be coming by, so I went out and picked up a few bottles. You like red the best, right? I got some blackberry merlot to go with some honey barbequed salmon I’ve got cooking.”

“Ooooooh,” Miia cooed, her tail tightening around the backsides of the other girls. “That sounds lovely…”

“Indeed…” Mero agreed, and Cerea saw the luminous sparkles in her eyes.

“Is that what I smell?” Miia’s tongue drifted out of her mouth. “A-and there’s beef too, right?”

A glance to Miia showed her fawning over Master’s dinner choice, giving Cerea a secret moment. She snapped her fingers next to Mero’s ear.

The pink mermaid was startled to give her attention. Her blue eyes were bright with the light fighting itself into them.

With a halting finger, Cerea pointed upward. 

Miia filled nearly the entire front door with her pudgy frame as she rocked back and forth on her tail, speaking with Darling about how she would like her sides of beef cooked rare. Above her was the sloped roof and a now dark window as night came over the sky. Above that, hanging high in the setting sky, the full moon stared down upon the home.

The lunar flames boiled inside each of the girls’, increasing their affections and sharpening their desires. The full moon had this affect on all liminal species, creating one night a month where they were almost entirely ruled by their bodies and their minds were pushed aside. Even knowing he wasn’t able to be had, Master had such a pull on all of the girls around him that lunar nights could become quite… messy, when they all lived together.

And now that he was married, now that the distance was between them and knowing the line couldn’t ever be crossed, Cerea felt the pull harder than she’d ever experienced before. Her body craved satisfaction.

“We can’t stay,” she said suddenly.

“Y-yes,” Mero’s fingers were clamped on her arm rests so tight they were shaking. “We should be going back to the others.”

“Oh, come on,” Darling said, tilting his head and unleashing his damnable grin. “You can at least stay for dinner.”

It took a moment for Cerea to even register Miia, but once she did the lamia was all that could hold her attention. She seemed to blot out all around her as her eyes burned with the lunar passion fully ensnared around her guests. “You two,” her hiss was practically seductive, “aren’t going anywhere.”

Her tail tightened even further, bringing Cerea and Mero close enough that they could nearly touch the hungry lamia who was growing increasingly comfortable with getting everything she wanted. 

Plus desserts.

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Cerea held the bathroom door closed, bearing herself against it. She nearly sagged onto it, but if she laid her body weight down then she knew there’d be no moving her. Her firm abs felt queasy, her strong legs so very weak inside of this haunting house. Even now, she could smell the steamed vegetables coming up from the kitchen downstairs, and it was making her feel absolutely famished.

“What am I even to set this too?” Mero questioned from behind her.

Cerea turned to behold the massive tub for the first time. It was even bigger than the one they had had at their old house, which caused a slight amazement to trickle over her. “Cold,” she demanded.

Mero awkward folded her chin down and bared her teeth in an uncomfortable grimace. “You feel it too, don’t you?”

“Hungry?” Cerea asked, moving from the door and trying to be purposefully obtuse.

Mero shrugged. “Well, that’s one way to think about it.”

Cerea scowled. She lifted her top over her body, her large firm breasts tumbled free from their binding. “I don’t have, any idea, what you’re talking about,” she spoke as she finished undressing, stomping out of her lower body cover. 

“Ah… yes…” Mero flicked the heater off and set the water to cold. She then moved herself to the edge and lifted herself out of her chair and onto the lip. Multiple faucets poured the water into the tub.

Cerea kept her eyes on Mero as she undressed. Looking at her soft body was actually helping her not think about Master or his. Instead, she was noticing the clear lack of muscle definition in Mero’s waist, and the small layer of softness that the girl had gained. She remembered back to the pool, the other girl taunting her for being out of shape.

Cerea looked down at herself. She had abs that were hard now, muscles that were well defined and rippled beneath her skin. Yet, she didn’t feel any better. In fact, she felt worse, overworked and near the point of collapse. 

Mero awkwardly dipped her tail into the rising water when Cerea went past her to the machine and flicked on the heater. “Screw it,” she mumbled. “I want a hot bath.”

Mero smirked, though didn’t look at her. “Such foul language,” she jibbed.

Cerea ignored it. She went to the lip of the bath and entered over it, trusting in the auto sensor to turn off the faucets when the tub reached capacity. The mix of cool cold water along with fresh heat coming from the jets was extremely pleasing on her lower body. She sank into the water and felt the tension of her weight fade from her muscles, going back and forth over a jet upon her side. 

“Ohhh,” she moaned, “that’s so nice…”

Mero smiled wistfully, joining her at her side. “Makes you wish we had a bath like this at home, eh?” she asked, patting Cerea warmly. Her hand rubbed at the small of Cerea’s back, eliciting a soft but pleasant groan from the centaur.

Cerea’s blonde tail flicked through the water before she sank even further, down onto her equine knees. In the sudden absence of desire, she felt remarkably self-conscious. She compared herself to Miia in that moment. How couldn’t she?

The water was heated up now, covering both nude girls with it’s warm embrace. Mero’s kind touch still rubbed Cerea ever so gently as the girls simply sat and soaked for a moment before the jets turned off.

Cerea swallowed. She felt a blush on her face, unable to look at Mero as she asked, “What do you think she’s doing right now?”

“Hmm?” Mero questioned, “Miia?”

Cerea’s eyes went down to her reflection in the bath water. She sighed, feeling the ache of her body beneath another, heavier pain hidden inside. What she said to Miia earlier had been true, she was almost positive that she didn’t hold the same feelings of love for Master as she’d once had… but that didn’t stop her from being envious of the girl who seemed to have gotten her happily ever after.

“Do you think she’s with him?” she asked.

Mero sighed. “Probably,” she said after a moment. “She’s probably helping him cook. Or already eating something off his plate.”

Cerea chuckled at that, directing a tiny smile to Mero. “No wonder she’s getting fat, if he keeps feeding her so much.”

“You have no idea,” Mero cupped her cheek. “You should have seen her at breakfast this morning…”

“Oh?” Cerea asked.

“Mhmm… We were supposed to go to the gym today,” Mero laughed, “and instead she takes you for cookies.”

“Oh… sorry,” the blonde centaur sank up to her mouth beneath the water, letting the warmth spill over her tight neck. Her hair spilled outward, soaking down into the water.

“Don’t be,” Mero tensed her finger in Cerea’s back, eliciting a pleased grunt. “You seemed like you could use a couple of cookies.”

Cerea snorted, bubbling water near her nose.

The bathroom door gave way, surprising both girls as Miia entered through, already nude. Her naked body caused Cerea’s eyebrows to nearly mesh to her blonde hair line.

Miia’s tummy looked swollen, packed with food and much more pudge than Christmas had left on her. Beneath her sweater, she’d looked quite curvy, but with her tummy and breasts above sloshing from side to side as she approached the tub, she looked nothing short of fat. Her body was so distracting that Cerea nearly missed the light clear fracture of her shedding skin just beneath her hips.

The lamia carried two white bottles, one in either of her hands. She set them down on the edge. “Oh, good! I was hoping it was hot,” Miia whispered as if to herself. She placed a hand atop her round stomach as she slithered over the top and into the tub.

The waterline noticeably raised as she lowered herself in. It kept rising, as more and more of Miia came over, before resting right near the top.

Mero cleared her throat. “We didn’t think you’d be joining us.”

Miia looked up from smiling at her waist, looking surprised at the two. “Oh? I said I was gonna wash Cerea’s hair!” 

It was then that Cerea saw flecks of the lunar light as Miia looked over her body. She felt her heart pound as the heavy snake slithered closer. Her muscles tried to stand but her legs weren’t responding, and so she sat kneeing with the water up to her nose as Miia cascaded closer with her pale jiggly belly.

Miia took one of the bottles and squirted a bright red liquid into it. “This is some of my special shampoo,” Miia smiled delighted. “Here, hold out your hand.”

Mero hesitated. “Is it beef scented?”

The thought managed to kick Cerea’s legs upward, and water dripped from her mouth. “It better not be,” she said flatly before sinking again beneath the surface. 

Miia squinted at both of them. “What?? Why would I want to smell like something that’ll just make me hungry?” she questioned.

“Oh, you’re already hungry,” Mero leaned forward, dabbing her finger into Miia’s wet doughy middle. “I saw you drooling when he said, ‘honey barbeque.’”

“H-hey!” With her hands occupied, Miia tried to twist her body away from Mero’s probing touch. “That’s not true at all!” She bent at the waist, forming a pair of soft love handles. The waves generated from her flab broke over Cerea’s eyes, causing her to shut them briefly before giving the girls an even glare.

The group was quieted further when an unmistakable rumble emanated from Miia’s belly.

She made a pathetic whine while Mero broke into a fit of giggles, dizzily swimming backward and freeing Miia to move onto Cerea. Her long forked tongue slithered out and she blew a firm raspberry at the mermaid before looking down at Cerea, who’s muscles felt weak enough to be melted into putty from the comfortable heat.

“It’s scented jasmine,” Miia explained. “It’s a special lamia make to help get all the grease out of your hair. It’ll pull all of it out, mmmkay?” she asked.

Cerea wanted to be offended and demand ‘what grease?’ but even spiked with twinges of envy she couldn’t live up to that. She was filthy, and this much needed bath was making sure she knew it. She silently nodded.

Miia’s hand clasped Cerea’s blonde head and began to rhythmically rub in the shampoo. Her hands felt exceptionally pleasing against Cerea’s scalp, and the centaur groaned beneath the waves. Miia pulled the hair out from the ponytail clasp, letting it roam free atop of the churn as she rubbed the jasmine scented special shampoo into her hair.

The lovely scent of the flower filled Cerea’s nose, and the doubly wonderous sensation of Miia’s hands was taking her out of it. She closed her eyes, feeling the tiredness overwhelming her and just enjoyed herself. After an exceptionally long blink, she realized that she felt Miia’s tail wrapped all around her while the girl’s tummy was in front of her vision. Cerea gazed into Miia’s belly button, watching the chubby woman shake like a fluffy butterball. 

Something about the way the girl moved spoke to how well she owned her rounded tummy and pudgier frame. Whether the grip of her hands or the assurance of her movement, Miia radiated confidence in her curves. For the self-doubting centaur, it was a little strange.

Cerea was stronger than Miia. Her body was slimmer, she had more muscles, yet she felt with certainty that she didn’t look better than this diligent snake with her full hips and her fat, hungry, tummy did at this moment.

A prickle inside made her wonder about Darling’s view on Miia’s growing body.

Then, Cerea paused. She’d called him Darling in her head.

“Alright,” Miia spoke, calling her attention, “we’re gonna dunk ya. Okay?”

Cerea blinked as way of response.

“Mmmkay,” Miia assumed the affirmative. She pushed down gently on Cerea’s neck, dunking her face and head into the water.

There was a rapid scrubbing in her hair before she pulled back up. Then, with slight surprise, Miia kept pushing up, forcing Cerea to find her feet and pull herself straight. She whinnied slightly in discomfort as her muscles tensed beneath her. She flexed her leg, bending the front knees.

“Trust me,” Miia sighed, “you don’t want your face in that.”

Cerea puckered her lips at Miia. “What do you mean?”

Her gaze joined Miia’s looking down into the water. Bits of soap marked round the water, though there was a disgusting looking sludge that looked almost like pus where Cerea’s head had been, and it was pooling outward along with a light sense of red. 

“Oh my…” she breathed.

Miia nodded. “It’s a deep cleaner. When’s the last time you took a bath?”

Cerea shifted uncomfortably, backing away from her filth. “Before they replaced ours at the home… I shower mostly, now…”

“I told you,” Mero said from the side, “all we have is a simple tub now.”

“Well, that’s not right!” Miia huffed. She tapped Cerea on the side, moving past her and towards the controller. “If you guys ever need to use ours, come over and do it. Okay?”

Mero giggled into her hand. 

Miia glared at her, tapping a button on the panel. “What?” she asked as dirty water began to drain out of the tub.

“I’m just picturing you as a mom,” the princess grinned, leaning against the lip of the large tub.

The lamia’s blush was as red as her scales. Her tail flickered across her face and she rested a hand atop her bare belly. “N-not yet!!” she jabbed outward with her tail. “It’s too soon!!”

Mero just continued to laugh.

Miia, meanwhile, began to refill the tub with freshly cleaned water. She then went to the other bottle and squirted a handful of another liquid, this time a deep cerulean. “Don’t lay back down yet!” she ordered Cerea. “This’ll be for your backside and your skin.”

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After drying herself off, Miia had changed into one of her new outfits. She snapped the black form fitting skirt over her tummy, feeling the pleasant pressure on her belly. A perfect lazy skirt for a perfect lazy day, the material clung down her round hips and a little lower on her pudgy tail like a pair of yoga pants might fit a humanoid woman.

Over her top she wore one of her baby doll shirts, this one a lovely crimson that was even darker than her scales, and she looked at her reflection appreciatively in the mirror. The darkness of her outfit made her pale skin shine and her bright fluffy hair look pleasantly wavy. The baby doll tee was loose around her middle, hanging pleasantly over her tightly tucked skirt, making her breasts and hips look appealingly curvy. She flashed a fang at her reflection and gave herself a cheery thumbs up before taking another garment off of the sink and sliding over to her guest.

“I didn’t know I was so tense,” Cerea said appreciatively as Miia handed her one of her new tank tops that was colored a deep forest green. 

Miia nodded. “Trust me, I know how good a massage feels when you need it,” she breathed exasperatedly. Her fingers danced, pulling a blanket retrieved from their linen closet around Cerea’s equine body. A pattern of red and green leaves had been woven into the white blanket, giving Cerea a festive appearance.

Ever so lightly, beneath the fresh scent of soap and the fruity scent of flowers, the mouthwatering smell of freshly cooking meat was ever present in Miia’s mind. So faint that she wasn’t sure if it was there, but every time she opened her mouth or her tongue flickered out, she could practically taste it on the air. Darling had added some sort of sauce to the steaks, she could already tell. She thought it might be teriyaki… she hoped it was teriyaki. Her tummy vibrated once more. This bath was taking too long, she was beginning to feel famished.

She tied the blanket closed over her lower half, tucking it into a fold to appear as if it were actually meant to be wrapped around the centaur rather than her couch. Taking a swooshing sweep back on her thick tail, she put her hands on her middle and inspected her work.

Cerea’s hair looked quite pretty when she let it down, and the scent of flowers came from her person. It gave her relaxed smile a more genuine feel to it, a sense of true calm rather than the earlier edge she’d carried. The shirt only hardly fit around her massive chest, as massive breasts held the tube top halfway up her sides. Miia had been slightly taken aback by this, not really comprehending how there was still such a gap between their cup sizes now that she’d grown a bit plusher around the middle but banished the thought from her head. It would have to do, and Miia nodded, satisfied.

“Come on,” she offered Cerea her arm, “let’s get downstairs. I’m starving.”

Cerea smirked. “I could tell.”

Miia’s tongue snaked from her mouth. “Mynaah,” she hissed, “You’re one to talk! I heard your own tummy rumbling.” She leaned forward, jabbing a finger at Cerea’s abdomen. 

Her finger bent backwards while Cerea’s firm abs remained as stalwart as a wall.

“Yow!” Miia whined, shaking her hand. She put her finger in her mouth, glaring at Cerea’s stomach.

Cerea laughed into her hand. “Ohoho,” she flexed her tummy, “You like that?”

Miia stuck her tongue out again. “No, I like this!” she said before lifting her own shirt and exposing her muffintop over her skirt. With her free hand, she hooked her thumb in the waistband, tugging it down and merrily shook her soft jelly belly.

The centaur snorted. “Sure you do,” her smirk grew wider, almost malicious, and she placed a hand over her abs. She spoke with a haughty air for her next little jab. “You probably wish you had a stomach like this.”

The lamia’s grin glowed, and she felt a comfortable fire inside of the hearth of her home. “Nope,” she said with genuine sincerity, “I’m really enjoying being soft.”

She looked down at her own tummy feeling the need to place a hand over the smooth pale curve of her round belly, lifting it and letting it drop before giggling as it shook. She glanced back up to Cerea.

The blonde woman’s smirk had not only vanished, there was not a trace of it. Her eyes were locked upon Miia’s middle, her expression unreadable. Miia let her shirt drop. “Hey, Cerea?” she asked.

Her companion looked up. Her eyes fluttered and she seemed to realize herself. “Oh, um… sorry,” she apologized. 

Miia felt unsettled about the way Cerea’s fingers scratched her hard abdomen. It was a self-conscious gesture, and she felt Cerea comparing herself to her in more than just jest.

She was about to speak up when Cerea nervously chuckled and nodded towards the door. “Come, Mistress. We’re keeping Mero and Master waiting.”

Miia puckered her lips, feeling the unwelcome tension in the air. “Okay,” she sighed. “Are you going to have a glass of wine with me?”

Cerea relented a soft smile. “If you’d like.”

Miia swayed from side to side, holding her hands in front of her. “Or maybe two?” she asked, trying to blink her big eyes in an innocent manner.

Cerea snorted. “Maybe two.”

“Yaay,” Miia softly cheered. Then, she placed her arm around Cerea’s and pulled her forth. The idea to walk downstairs with her together ran into an immediate problem as they came to the door. 

Cerea was wide enough to fill the doorway, and with how Miia’s diet had been going… she laughed at her own joke, waving Cerea forward and was pleased when she obliged. 

‘I’m not that chubby,’ she thought to herself, passing over the threshold. 

She followed Cerea down the stairs and through the living room, passing into the kitchen.

Miia’s eyes were instantly drawn to the stove. A variety of pans sat atop the grills, and Darling had opened the kitchen window and was wafting the pleasant-smelling smoke out through it. He looked over his shoulder at the girls and flashed an acknowledging smile.

Miia shivered, hugging her hands over her full breasts. “Darling, close the window!” she whined. “It’s freezing!!”

“I didn’t want to set off the smoke detector,” he sweat, but closed the window anyways.

Pleased, Miia slithered forth onto the tile of the kitchen floor. The chill was minimal this far into the evening and with so much cooking being done. Her hungry amber eyes looked down over the grills. As she suspected, teriyaki stakes had been done up for herself, Mero, and Darling, with a pot of steamed carrots for Cerea to share with the others. She sniffed the spicy sauce and groaned with unabashed desire.

“Oh, oh!” Darling called excitedly moving to the stove, “check this one out!”

Miia held her arms up to her chest in tiny fists of excitement as Darling took up his place as the chef. He picked the lid off of one of the pots, revealing red barbeque sauce spilled over fillets of seasoned salmon. 

Miia’s tongue lulled out of her mouth as the smoke spilled up into her face. She breathed it in deeply, smothering her lungs while her tummy grumbled in hunger once more, much to her husband’s great amusement. He placed the lid on the counter and moved to the side, wrapping an arm behind her waist and to the small of her back. 

Miia leaned forward over the stove. Her eyes danced from dish to dish as the hunger built up in her tummy. Darling’s hands were now wrapped around her middle, gently massaging her rumbling belly.

“Darling, this smells wonderful,” she sighed, leaning back into his body. “Heavenly.”

His grip pulsed, squeezing her tummy, and she felt a happy little blush, feeling her suspicions confirmed. A deduction from earlier about his strong, loving touch.

Ever so lightly, Miia rubbed her hips from side to side, sliding against the waist of his pants. She could feel him behind her. Her smile grew more lecherous while her hunger grew more lewd. “Darling~” she whispered.

His touch released her and she heard him gulp. “Y-yeah, I just wanted to show you,” he came around her side, putting a hand behind his head and rubbing it. “It’s the first time I’ve made fish like this, and I thought it was cool.”

The married couple turned as a whirling approached. From her chair, Mero’s eyes were bashful and she wore a bright blush. She tapped her fingers together. “M-may I see?” she asked.

Miia grinned and swept backwards while Darling called, “Of course!”

The mermaid was too short in her seat to see over the pots, so the couple worked together to show for their guest. Darling lifted her from her seat while Miia unveiled the contents.

With her arms clutched around Darling’s neck, Mero peered over the tops. Miia noticed that her ocean blue eyes were brighter than usual, beset by a glimmer that seemed familiar to Miia… but her delighted smile as she coo’d when the fresh scent hit her nose distracted the lamia, causing her to chuckle as Mero pined for the enticing dish.

The pink haired mermaid looked up into Darling’s open grin and then over to Miia. Her face turned scarlet before she lifted her left arm free of Darling’s neck and held it onto her chest. “I can see why you like this so much…” she muttered adorably.

Miia tilted her head, smirking and directing her eyes at her husband. “Yeah…” she said simply and felt the comfortable warmth of love in her chest.

Mero giggled before tapping Darling on the chest, “Okay, put me back please,” she said. “If you hold me any longer, I’ll make your wife jealous!”

Miia snorted as Darling’s face quickly turned cautious and looked to her for approval. “Oh, come on!” she spun on her tail, pushing it out toward him. “I think you’d have to do a bit more than that to make me jealous now.”

“Oh?” Mero taunted, “Is that because how far you two’ve gone in private?”

Darling’s face was scarlet, his chin tucked inward from embarrassment while he placed Mero down in her chair. He opened his mouth to speak but was quieted when a thick tail suddenly whipped round his center and he was snapped backward. 

Miia spun herself quickly ensnaring her husband, raising herself on her tail till she was nearly six feet in height. She looked down at his handsome blush, felt her serpent instinct hunger for him. “Who’s to say?” she said without looking at Mero. Then, slowly, she lowered herself, loosening her tail and letting it spool on the ground around them. She came down to less than five feet, so that she only came up to midway up his chest and tied her arms around him with a wide grin. 

Darling sighed, placing a hand around her back and another atop her head, rubbing it through her deep red hair affectionately while she nuzzled him like a big teddy bear.

“Aren’t they so cute?” Mero asked. 

Miia glanced to see she was talking to Cerea, who sat at the table pouring a glass of wine. “Sickeningly,” the centaur said as she filled her cup all the way to the top.

Miia wagged her tail happily.