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Amazing Translation
*Crack*
The sound of my head as I swivel to the same door creates an unpleasant calcium scraping sound. I don’t have to look at the time I know my Holley is about to open the door. I feel like I just woke up, but I know I was just lost awake in an intense thought of self exploration. She’s going to be disappointed in me if I tell her that though… But I suck at lying.
*The keys ring behind the door and it cracks open*
My perception of myself in this moment distorts the space we occupy. I can’t bring myself to look at her. I simply stare at a computer monitor that’s not even on, all the while a dark fog seeps out from under my jacket. I try to trap it against my body by tucking my jacket into my pants and pulling the ropes of the hood as tight as I can.
Hey honey, how you doing?
The trapped fog burns against my skin, but all I say is I’m doing fine with a toothy smile. I think that there’s a possibility that she’s too exhausted from work that she won’t bring up my self exploration activities.
Whew! Work was pretty hectic today. I stole some of those tea bags that you like.
The tea sounds lovely for calming my nerves. She enters my space to give me the tea and I can feel her fully seeing me. Why couldn’t you have left the tea in the kitchen? I think to myself. The sight of the fog visibly irritates her.
*Thunk* The tea drops onto the ground.
Who the fuck is that?
I feel the space we occupy elongate as the physical manifestation of her judging me and creating distance. I look over to where she pointed. But who I saw was my doll that I birthed from today’s self exploration. I say that their name’s Translation, and I’m a little proud of them.
Honey, how is that thing going to help us face reality together?
She’s going to bring up the “impending doom of reality” again. I don’t have a problem talking about it, but she always puts herself in a bad mood when I don’t react correctly or react too correctly. I say I understand where she’s coming from and I have faith we will figure out what to do when that time comes.
She’s death staring Translation. I don’t understand why you can’t see things from my perspective. I mean Truly see, and not just say you do just so I would shut up quicker. You’re depressed… Sitting on that pathetic chair, talking to your shaggy dolls or whatever the fuck you’re doing when I’m not here. What happened? You won’t tell me, but we used to be so close.
- I try to explain I’m not depressed
- I try to offer to do something together
- I try to cry
Every time I fail. I wish Translator could bridge our communication gap. The space between us grew to such a length that a shout sounded like a whisper. But she tells me screaming helps. Something about the harmfulness of bottling your emotions. My tummy is red and stills stings from the fog burns.
I don’t know why I do the things I do, but I got up off that pathetic stool and I brought Translator to her, cradling them like a baby. Was suppose to be a sarcastic joke, maybe I just wanted to feel cute.
You’re not cute, you know. I don’t get how you can’t take anything seriously.
The joke wasn’t for her anyway.
We slowly wrap up and stare at each other. I share a glance into Translator’s eyes then I look at her like we’re starring in a sitcom.
I’m not proud of this. Like I said to myself to myself: I don’t know why I do the things I do.
The space we occupied pulled inspiration for that moment and some canned laughter seeped into the kitchen. She immediately turned away from me and made herself busy making food.
I’m usually the one that doesn’t make mistakes in these talks. Is this how she feels when she loses control and hurts me? The hollow guilt isn’t that strong. It’s not like It was that embarrassing, and I think I listened to about 80% of stuff this time. Right Translator I wasn’t that awful right?
The doll doesn’t respond with words, but responds in the quality of the felt and the glint of the buttons dimming. I chose to interpret them as such: THEY DISAPROVE!
*Tap on my shoulder*
Holley is pushing me out of the doorway to our bedroom. She’s already done eating dinner and watching her shows. I must have been staring at Translator for a couple hours.
*Crack*
My whole body grinds and vibrates. She makes a disgusted face, but she doesn’t look at me as she lays into the bed. I say good night and that I love her.
I know, I love you to. Are you coming to bed?
… I tense up and say I’ll be there in a moment. I feel subservient and meek, and the space accommodates that feeling with devious subtlety. My tongue taste of dog food, and I feel an invisible leash pulling my collar. She’s turned away from me, or probably away from the light from the doorway I’m in.
Yeah we’re cool now I think. I wonder how much stuff we accidentally tell each other just from simple assumptions.
The perspective of the space warped my side of the bed into a dog bed shaped like a bowl, and my posture lowered and my back tail lowered between my legs. With 2 circles I cuddled next to… Translator.
I think I’m asleep but I can never tell if I’m actually resting or just staring into my own soul exhaustively building the tools to achieve self actualization. I’m working really hard, but no one really sees that. I’m not really good at showing it, but I’m terrified of reality. It’s on the horizon and I can easily imagine it crashing into me and destroying everything I’ve worked on. But I can’t settle for Holly to convert my journey into our journey.
*Stone grinding*
I open my eyes. It’s clear that I’m not dreaming, but usually I’m not this aware for this. I can make out a figure in front of me. It’s Holly?
I know she doesn’t like it when I do this, but she’s wearing a disgusted or disappointed expression. She approaches me, and she looks incredible. She has a look in her face, and she has a different bounce in her movement. It’s a look we shared together a while ago when we’d pass the time by fucking. It was the only thing to do since we lived in such a boring place before we thought up of this home.
Home…
Why did we fill up that place with such useless junk? It was better when we couldn’t even speak the same language.
Huh… That’s strange, and unnerving. The thought of the past coupled with an emotion linked to a change in perception didn’t alter this space. Where am I? I try to speak to Holly, but she puts her fingers to my lips and whispers the foreign language she knows I don’t know.
She exposes her back to me, and she grabs my hands *CRACK* *Crumble* my arms sound even more petrified than I’ve ever heard them before. She guides them to her waist. Her ass is pressing against me. My tail I grew pulled off my jeans. I feel cold, and she is so warm.
I’m confused, scared, cold, and being seduced by something wearing the likeness of my wife. I can see it in the flaw in the back of its head.
I’m confident if I go through with this I’d be committing infidelity.
This realization made me really appreciate how I can feel an emotion, and not have it be manifested for everyone to see. At least here, wherever here is.
Why do I do the things that I do?
My eyes lit up as I started to recognize where I am. This is where I spent my time honing my self actualization. I can remember where every tool is. The “woman” I’m now embracing vibrating onto her warm back is Translator.
I made them so – so beautiful. I made it so she could translate into anything and between anyone. If Holly would’ve built this place with me would I been able to make you? Would you have baited me into being unfaithful?
*Crack*
I take her hand, the sound of my heavy soul almost makes me go deaf from how loud it’s getting, but I’m getting used to it. I guide her through the impossible to navigate labyrinth. Into a master bedroom.
Translator takes on the look of all my deep seated fetishes. Beyond simply being a younger Holly. She grew to be about a full arms length extra. I would have to be on the tips of my toes to touch her forehead.
I feel like a piece of shit, but it’s relieving for the world to not turn me literally into shit.
(Speaking of shit I think I feel something… Nah I’m just playin’ 🙂
The giantesses whose clothes shredded into tatters picked me up and brought me to her enormous bosom. The heat traveled into the cracks of my petrified being, like a super highway into my soul. Her hair covered her eyes and she looked down at me with a tomboy type of wide excited smile. When did she get a nose ring?
I push down onto her shoulder and reached out to touch the ring. She assisted my by cupping my butt. I always wanted to try to spin a nose ring. She pulled apart my cheeks and pulled a finger past my face and into her mouth.
Her breath was moist and warm and smelled of freshly cut grass. A couple fingers where dripping with her spit, and she at first gently plugged my once open asshole. The feeling inside me was like a sand hourglass being reset. The flux of the sand as it all rushed through a small hole. I could feel every grain, and hear it. *Chatter* Chatter *Chatter*
My stomach, lungs, and voice box boiled a stew of moans that I let out in a chaotic pattern. My legs lifted off the air were twitching with the fight of tensing up and trying to relax. My cock slightly rose and fell only when a grain of sand hit a “good” itch.
She had to pry me off of her tits, and when my feet reached the floor she had to keep me from falling.
She then bent forward with both of her hand resting on the bed. Her ass was basically at my head height. So I leaned forward.
*Crack*
Even though I’ve only been off of her for a mere moment I was getting incredibly cold, and thirsty.
I don’t feel good. I shamble to her pussy and fumble with a fold in an incredibly rigid uncoordinated fingers that I struggle to move. I try to move my mouth in as fast as I can, but I’m undeniably slow.
*Divinity*
The taste rejuvenates me. I could taste every salty lick and paradoxically satiated my thirst. With some dead eyes I was just staring into her chocolate starfish, and I swore for a moment it was staring back at me. Then It blinked and I broke free from this spell.
Was I really unfaithful if I never had a choice? Clearly Translator has to be the one making me turn into a lethargic, petrified, pathetic loser when I’m away from them.
Does that even make sense? I say this all to Translator who is looking a bit smaller.
In fact they keep shrinking until they turn into the size that Holly and I observed. Her dainty skin is smooth and perfect. Her face turns into a cute innocent cat face, and her breast shrink until they are like subtly noticeable mounds.
She is standing there looking up at me with a devious look on her face. Her bellybutton leads to her pubic hairs, but they all recede slowly into her. The nose ring is now back on her finger where Holly had it.
I imagine the petrification knocking me to my knees, and I fall below her cat tail. Her vagina is… Wet with my saliva.
I imagine the sound of cracking would ease and quiet down if I reach my hand out to her.
I pet her and I want this to be enough, but it’s not. She purrs and takes it upon herself to pet herself with my hand.
This excites my penis… This gets me hard, alright?! Her pussy is inviting and I want her body to wrap around my cock. If all other choices where illusions I’m facing this one.
I pick her up, and my heart is racing. I’m losing control of my facial muscles.
I tried to fuck her standing up imagining the sight of her hanging off of dick as if it where a dick lifting competition. The looks were more appealing to the reality. So I walked us to the bed and snuggled with her.
Cradling almost her whole body. I pumped and pumped. The tightness of this doll was so tight that every time I pulled out she would come with me a little. I closed my eyes, and I mean really closed them. I was seeing the black beyond black, and then I cummed.
My vision swirled with a yellow orange, and I realized it was simply the sun.
I came inside of my doll over the night.
I hope I was the first to wake up.
Hey honey, would you like some breakfast in bed?
-Nakey Fakey, for best view download the .odt from furaffinity.
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