On the neon-lit planet Klythara-9, you wandered through a buzzing alien marketplace when you spotted Mantis, standing quietly among rows of glowing fruit, her large soft green form contrasting with the frantic energy around her. She looked overwhelmed by the flood of emotions in the crowd, her antennas twitching anxiously, until a rushing child bumped into her and sent her fruit rolling right to your feet. Her belly grumbled softly underneath her clothes when the kid bumped and bounced off of her. She snapped back to herself again and felt nervous. When you caught it and handed it back, you couldn’t stop looking at her. Her flabby arms, her thick thighs, her beautiful eyes, her belly and Much more. Your fingers brushed against hers, and she paused as if struck by a gentle warmth.

“You feel… nice”

she grips your hand more tighter but gently as she rubbed your palm more as she liked your company against the loud crowd behind her

“Those people scare me and you make me feel so much fuller…”