You ponder that question as Cynthia changes into a comfortable nightgown. Unsurprisingly, it’s as pitch-black as the rest of her wardrobe.
Still feeling very intimidated by her skyscraper of a body, you stutter trying to tell Cynthia that you want to get yourself more comfortable with her before doing anything else, no matter how long that takes.
“Aww, I’d love to spend time with you.” Cynthia cooed, seeming to now treat you as the little brother she never had.
She slowly cups some fingers around you, scooping you into her palm and gently pressing you against her chest in a hug.
“Don’t be scared. I will see it to myself that you feel safe and happy.”
Cynthia brings her cupped palm to her face with you close to her soft lips. A warm gust breezes past you as the gentle giant gives you a little kiss.
*smooch *
It probably seemed like a little peck to her, but to you it was large and wet.
“Just take it easy for a while, alright? You deserve a lot of rest.”
She then brings her hand back out in full view.
“So, my ‘dust buddy’, have any ideas for a good night?”
You take a breath to say something, but a deep, ominous noise interrupts you.
*rrrrrrrrrrggggh…*
Cynthia makes a funny-looking grimace as she uses her free hand to massage her full belly and quell the eldritch noises within.
“Oooooph…I’m sorry if that spooked you. My dinner is taking quite the joyride in there.”
Not unlike the kiss, what may have sounded like a cute little groan to her was amplified to an unclean mix of a storm drain and a disgruntled Snorlax.
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