Vincent and Jamie and Catarina: When Freshiedency Reaches Its End

Before the Afternoon Nap

It was half past one in the afternoon. This was the time Vincent had his power nap. It was routine for him, and his body desperately needed that rest. He looked at his diploma being displayed on the walls of the entryway, and then walked, turning right and approaching the living area, which was placed near the windows which offered them a fantastic city view. He had fully moved to the penthouse pad, and also decided that he will walk to the palace and back. This was all covered by the news, by the way, and the people didn't mind; it was his last year as president and all the were hoping for is that he leave them a lasting impression and legacy.

The white sofas were long, perfect enough to make a breeder Jamie's dimensions fit in and lay down, with a few extra inches for allowance, and so Vincent jumped onto the couch, stretched his limbs, and finally closed his eyes.

He was not wearing formal, instead he wore a white shirt and some house shorts.

A few minutes later, while he slept. He then felt something soft and squishy envelope him. It gave him much comfort, like a pillow, so he wrapped his arms around it. Then he heard a little moan and then a yawn. Then the soft and squishy thing moved, so Vincent got out of his spot and stood up. He saw Jamie, his current girlfriend, sleeping on the couch and he smiled.

Of course, Vincent didn't want to disturb her, but he knew that the couch they were on could be unfolded into a bed. He had no choice but to wake her up.  So he massaged her arm, then her insect wings, then three of her legs, then the thorax, and finally, her lower abdomen. The breeder opened her sleepy emerald eyes and then got up.

Jamie yawned, and asked, "What's the problem, Vincent?"

"Could you help me turn the sofa to the other direction?" Vincent asked in return, "It's an unfoldable bed."

Jamie said nothing in reply, and helped him turn the sofa around. Once that was done, Vincent unfolded the seat of the couch, and it instantly expanded to fit the size of a regular breeder's six to seven yards of lower "Queen" body.

When that was done, both of them lay down beside each other. Jamie wrapped all her legs around him, and Vincent felt the cold, soft skin touch his clothes.

"Jamie?" he asked.

"Yes, Vince?" the breeder replied.

"You don't wear pants often now," Vincent asked, "Why?"

"First of all, it obstructs my oviposition, the law of nature for every breeder. Secondly, we live together inside this place," Jamie replied, raising her upper body a bit, "Finally, my pairs of pants got ripped, the last one this morning."

"Do tell," Vince replied, and Jamie took a deep breath.