Aethel #9: High Pressure (Patreon)

You pull the blanket over Aethel and carefully wrap your arms around her, trying not to wake her up. The moment your hand touches her smooth plastic skin, a sharp chill runs through you. You grit your teeth and endure the cold, determined to warm her up.

With her facing you, you take the opportunity to really look at her. You trace the details of her neat, round face: her glossy little nose and her soft, puffy lips. Watching her sleep, you feel a nervous thrill, terrified she might open her eyes at any second. Instead, she just breathes softly, barely moving.

Being this close, you also realize she is a bit larger than you originally thought. And her seams... there is something strangely tempting about them. Slowly, Aethel's skin warms up. Feeling surprisingly comfortable next to her soft, yielding body, you drift back to sleep.

...

Morning sunlight fills the room, but it's not the light that wakes you. You are jolted awake by the sound of loud, heavy creaking.

Aethel is still asleep, but she is completely rigid. Her skin is stretched tight like a drum, and her pajamas are literally bursting from the immense pressure. You hear the tense fabric tearing and buttons popping off one by one.

Ping!

A button snaps off with so much force that it ricochets and smacks Aethel right in the forehead.

Aethel: "Ouch!!"

She jolts awake, her pajamas barely holding together.

Aethel: "What the... Oh no, this is bad! How did I get so hot?!"

Her sheer panic snaps you out of your daze.

You: "I-I covered you with the blanket while you were sleeping."

Aethel: "I don't have time to yell at you right now! I need to lower this pressure, fast!!"

She is genuinely terrified, her eyes darting around wildly as she is trying to save herself from this danger.

Aethel: "There's only one way to let the air out: I have to open my valve. But it's impossible with these paws! Please, you have to help me!"

Your eyes dart down to where you know her valves are located, then slowly back up to her face. She looks completely mortified, blushing furiously, yet absolutely desperate.

Aethel: "Hurry! Just do something!"

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