Change!

We finished the takeout in that heavy silence, the flavors of pad see ew doing little to cut through the tension. Tommie picked at her food, her fork scraping the plate, while I watched her, my mind racing with ways to pull her out of this.

The cum scent clung to everything, a stark reminder of how far she'd fallen, but it also stirred the heat in me—the raw need to care for her, to dominate gently until she felt whole. I couldn't let her spiral more.

'Tommie,' I said softly, setting my plate aside and turning to face her on the couch. My hand found her knee again, squeezing with that steady pressure she responded to, even now. 'You don't have to pretend with me. I know the breakup's eating you alive. That ex of yours... he didn't deserve you, especially not with how he treated your body. Your futanari side? It's beautiful, powerful. But you're letting it—and his words—define you. Talk to me. Share the pain.'

Her eyes flicked up, wide and ****, then dropped again. She shifted, the outline of her cock pressing against her sweatpants, thicker now from the proximity. I could see the ache in her posture, the way her soft curves trembled under the baggy fabric.

Slowly, I reached for the hem of her shirt, lifting it with care. 'Let me help. Start with getting this off. You've been in it too long.'