"Just so's we're clear. We looking at scared and horny over there?"

"Y-yes. Is that... bad?" She's shivering visibly. Not clear which is the cause. Probably both.

"Ooh, no, I think it's a good look on you."

"T-thank you ma'am."

"You gonna look at me like that when I'm slicing you up to put in the seeds? I'm thinking one here," she touches one breast, "one over here, I think I can fit four, maybe six.., down here..." Tummy stroke. "I'm not planning to put you under for it, you can do the scared and horny thing the whole time you yell. Strapped down of course, since I can't have you misplacing the incisions flinching..."

Katie yelps. That is simultaneously genuinely terrifying and hot as fuck.

"Not, of course, that I couldn't hold you down," Monoceros goes on, seizing Katie by the jaw and lifting her from the chair to her feet, though not quite off them. "It's just that'd make it hard to hold the sharps."

nngggggodfuckshe'ssostrongandsoscarybutsohotfuckfuckfuck

Monoceros backs her up against the glass wall of the bubble. Starts taking off Katie's clothes with her other hand.

Katie reaches out eagerly for Mo's soft, yielding tummy and places her thumb in the navel. Being pushed up against glass, much like being grabbed by the neck, hurts, but in a good w ay.

Monoceros collects Katie's hands and pins them to the glass with one of hers, releasing Katie's face in the process. This means somewhat more fabric damage as she gets further garments out of the way.

Ow. Fuck. Hnnngggg. The removal of her hands from Mo's flesh is frustrating but god her assertiveness is hot. She stands there stunned, awaiting further direction.

"You didn't eat your peas," remarks Monoceros. "Puts you under the intended calorie count, just a little." She pushes Katie down a few inches and sticks a boob in her face. "Bonus dessert, chicken wing."

Vigorous suckling ensues.

There's not a ton of milk in there but there's some. It's sweet and almost nutty.

Oh. Wow. She was genuinely not expecting milk. Did Mo plan for this? She laps it up eagerly.

"So many ways in which to encourage you to become the gigantic caramel apple you will soon be," coos Monoceros, stroking Katie's hair with the hand that isn't pressing her wrists to the glass. "My kitchen, my biotinkering, and my fantastic rack."

"I love your dirty talk." Her legs really want to collapse but that would be very bad right now.

"You, on the other hand, have other things to be doing with your mouth." Other boob.

Vigorous suckling resumes.

And then, would you look at that, Katie has other other things to be doing with her mouth, too!

Ow ow ow her knees hurt her overstuffed tummy hurts but she sucks it up and gets to work anyway. She really hopes her hands are freed soon.

Not soon, no.

Very well then. She continues.

Eventually Monoceros will let her go and see what she wants to do with those hands so bad.