Returning Mitch to consciousness proved harder than Rae had anticipated. Every time his eyes fluttered open, a combination of pheromones and raw lust caused him to swoon back into his state of oblivious bliss. Rae found her mind wandering while she waited, and she had to force herself to think insect thoughts to avoid turning herself on again. Finally, though, a breeze picked up, scattering Rae's pheromones and giving Mitch a chance to recover.
"Rae?"
"Waging dishes...calculus...waiting in line at the post office...oh, Mitch, you're up!" Even when she was making an effort to tone it down, Rae's voice began to turn Mitch on, and he began to grind against the hand she was holding him in. Rae fought down images of tiny people crawling over her body to pleasure it. They both needed to concentrate.
"Mitch, I need you to focus. I'm going to have to run away to the North Pole if you can't help me."
That got his attention. "But I'll die without you, Rae."
"That's the problem. You made me so sexy with your Blueberry that people are dying from it. I don't want to be a killer, Mitch."
Mitch was clearly fighting to stay in the conversation. His erection strained painfully, and he seemed drawn by his crotch towards Rae's body, as if she were magnetic. He struggled to put a coherent thought together.
"You want me to make you less sexy?" He looked crestfallen.
"Yes." But Rae knew it was a lie. She loved her body. She loved being adored. She even loved being this big, since it meant more people could see and worship her. "I mean no. I like myself like this. Mitch, isn't there some way you could keep me like this without making me hurt people?"
Mitch was clearly struggling. Rae was asking him to change what was already perfect. And yet he was powerless to refuse any request from his goddess. Thus, with his brain thus conflicted, he typed in the best command he could think of.
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