Is tense...

Squeezing yourself into Eirene's pussy had been quite the task and you'd been grateful to discover she wasn't a virgin. That might have made the feat completely impossible. As it stands, you'd been able to push your way through her tunnel and were now situated in relative comfort within her womb. Comfortable for you, not Eirene. The pressure was almost unbearable as you fought the reflex to clutch your stomach and cry out. Fortunately, by the time you reach the dining room the pain has subsided slightly and you feel her genitalia slowly relax and expand around you. Just in time, you didn't think you could fool mother if you were fighting off excruciating pain.

Mrs. Drakes sat by the window, looking out at the grounds. You take a moment to appreciate the beauty of the sun on the mountain city- "Sit." -but apparently mother had other plans. You dutifully sit yourself across from her and give her your undivided attention. Which was probably your first mistake. She was breathtaking... like Eirene but more matured. And unlike your host she was completely aware of her beauty and how to flaunt it. Her hair was curled in ebony ringlets framing the fair skin of her face and her hazel eyes burned with passion. Granted, that passion was currently manifested as anger at you but still, she was gorgeous. To top it off she was wearing only a simple shift that hugged her delightful curves and plunged between her bosoms, revealing several incredibly distracting inches of cleavage...

She glared at you impatiently. Whoops, she'd been talking to you. "Uh...." Her eyes narrowed, "Under no circumstances are you to leave this house until you have either chosen to leave permanently or become the lady you were born to be." Oh dear. An ultimatum. You really should have been paying attention. "Yes mother." It isn't hard to fake being cowed into submission, the woman's glare could light candles. An eyebrow shoots up at your resignation but she turns to her food and the two of you eat breakfast without further comment.

You had a very difficult time containing yourself as you savored the glorious taste of each bite. You were used to eating rocks, literally, and the honeyed porridge almost made you pass out with delight. Once again you found yourself questioning how humans got anything done when they could experience this euphoria just by eating. Mother gives you a suspicious look when she catches your gleeful smile and you quickly subdue yourself. Whew... baby steps. You could make this work.