Dan stopped, looking at one option in particular. He looked over to Liam, who raised his hands.
“Don’t look at me!” He said, Dan then turning to the plushie. Adam shrugged too, leaving just a very red Siya.
“I’m not trans.” She explained. “But, well, I, uh.”
Liam navigated over some more menus, sourcing the logic chain that resulted in that option. Siya glew bright red, shielding herself with Adam, as her shame was revealed.
Siya liked breeding. She liked breeding very much in fact. Siya actually wanted a number of women she could breed, maybe even with some strange and alien creatures, because she was kinky like that. Most important of all, of course, was the change that Siya needed to undergo, because she deed indeed want to breed them herself. While Siya wanted to remain female, maybe even more female, Siya also wanted a cock.
They read the words, cutting a sideways glance at the blushing thing, as she retreated into the sofa.
From there Siya’s interests expanded, cascading into new possibilities as her imagination exploded. Maybe Siya wanted an old fashioned milf under her human (if large) package, pumping out a new offspring every nine months, until she had a family as vast as her ambition. Maybe humanity’s puny limitations were not good enough for Siya; maybe she wanted something stranger, maybe something with a faster turnaround time, or produce in numbers that would kill a human. Maybe she wanted a monstrous python under her skirt, shaped like a horse, or one that came out on command, though that one seemed a little vanilla. Maybe Siya wanted her host to produce eggs, maybe slime monsters, maybe any one of a million things, but - no matter what - they must be hers.
Siya had these ideas for a while, and had often hinted at them, but Siya was never good at implication, and too shy to be straight about it. This was due to the fact that these deep-rooted fantasies weren’t targeted at imganed people, they were targeted at people she knew, with one person in particular kicking off the interest. Siya would love it if her first woman to breed had to be someone nice, controllable, but above all else, deserving, for being an asshole. Luckily for Sia one person fit that criteria, and was often the biggest asshole in her life. Luckily, that person, who she had often fantasised about breaking, happened to be Dan.
“Me?” Dan squeaked, eyes fluttering between her and Adam. “For how long?” Liam highlighted the roots of this logic chain being about six months old, forming out of some inexcusable behaviour. Dan looked like he was about to deny it, but a glare from Liam forced him to read on.
It was Dan’s turn to glow red, taking control, clicking in the ‘so often a massive asshole’ statement. The logic chain for that one was pretty clear; he often made jokes about her weight, her neurodivergence, and always ribbing her shyness, and she never was a fan. She had said in the past, more than once, but at this point she was about ready to give up on him.
“I’m, uh, not a good person am I?” Dan said. Adam, however, squeaked, taking control himself.
He brought up that last statement and clicked on Siya’s response to it, who still couldn’t bring herself to look at the screen. A thousand feelings about Dan appeared on the screen, all emanating from little Siya, a fraction of which were negative. She liked how he made her laugh, made her happy, and even though it was cock-headed behaviour it came from efforts of trying to make her feel welcomed. He always invited her places, even though she often said no, and how - despite the jokes - it felt like he had a pure heart, an angry need to protect his friends, and a bottomless pit of generosity.
Adam’s little numbs hid them all, leaving Siya’s internal most feeling about both that last statement, and about him, one of her stated closest friends.
‘It's not about you.’
Dan took a breath, not even able to look at Liam, not even wanting to hear what he felt. That, he knew, might kill him.
“Okay.” He said. “Okay, hint taken. Do what you gotta do.”