*Oghma here. Well here it is, Chapter 9. This little story's quickly becoming a novel, I can hardly believe it. I want to thank you all for sticking with the story all this time, and I genuinely hope to see you all return for the next chapter when it comes out. *
**Disclaimer; Excessive sizes, unrealistic anatomy and fantastical elements ahead. All characters depicted in sexual situations within are of 18 years of age or older.**
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"You're... you're what?!" His voice was low, yet the shock contained within it was as clear as day. The pastor's mouth hung open wide, while his eyes grew to the size of saucers.
"I'm leaving you." June repeated. Her expression was one of firm determination, her fists clenched. It was funny, the beating of her heart, tightness in her chest and lurching in her stomach would normally be a sign of something going wrong. Yet, everything within her was telling her that this was the right thing to do. It was almost like fire was flowing through her veins, driving her forward to accomplish this task. "I don't want to be your wife anymore." It was a long while before the pastor gathered up his wits and was able to respond.
"June...what's this about? What's making you do this?" his voice was seething with barely contained rage. June had no doubt that it was only the presence of their kids upstairs that prevented him from exploding. Interestingly, he had no problem shouting when it was to shame Matthew. It seemed like he only cared about their daughters hearing his rage when it wasn't his own dignity on the line. "Who talked you into it?"
"Nobody talked me into it." She replied. A bit of a lie, though Akari and her friends had helped her come to this realization, the decision was hers and nobody else's. But such semantics didn't really matter, all that did was that she part with him before he made her second-guess.
"June you're...you're not thinking clearly." Greg said, burying his fury as best as he could. He then reached forward to touch her on the shoulder. It was unclear to June if that was meant as a gesture of reassurance or control, but it didn't matter either way. "You're just distressed because you're worried about Matthew, and I admit I haven't been there to comfort you as much as I should have." He continued in a soft and remorseful tone. Something about the way he said it though didn't feel genuine, as if he wasn't really apologizing for his behavior but rather trying to excuse and gaslight himself. But more than anything, it was the borderline infantilizing undertones, that June "Just wasn't thinking clearly" and needed him to set her straight. "Look, why don't I order us some Chinese for dinner? Give you a night off from cooking and we can talk this over. In fact, you know what? I can take the week off, leave Jeff in charge and we can take a trip to Catalina-"
"No." she responded flatly. "I don't want to try and work this out." Her jaw trembled slightly and her fists clenched, reinforcing her will in a visual way. "Greg, for the first time in a long while I AM thinking clearly, and I realized how unhappy I've been." It was time to let it all out. "All this time you've been telling me what you want me to do, how to act and how to think... I never wanted to send Matthew away, nor did I want to have my body mutilated to fit that image of a pastor's wife."
"But-but I did that for Matthew's own sake!" he exclaimed defensively. "And you know your... your b-breasts were heavy and cumbersome!" How small and insignificant the once imposing figure suddenly felt. The man who controlled her life for about 2 decades had trouble saying the name of a simple piece of anatomy. It would be amusing if June wasn't experiencing a torrent of other emotions. "It was for your own good-"
"No!" June exclaimed, her voice loud and forceful enough to force Greg to recoil. "It was what YOU wanted! You didn't want a woman, you wanted a doll! You wanted a project you could mold to your shape and parade around to say that you had converted a Breeder. But you carved a piece of me out many times. No more Greg... no more." She shook her head. "I am a Breeder, our son is a Breeder, and like it or not our daughters will grow up to be Breeders too. "
"J-June..."
"I'll go get my things and take the girls with me. Don't bother trying to find me Greg. You can have the house, but I will not allow you to raise my daughters." June said simply, spinning around to ascend up the stairs, leaving Greg behind to take it all in.
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"Man, they've been goin' at it non-stop all week!" Marcus exclaimed, pointing up to the ceiling. The house was fairly soundproof, it seemed that Yukiko had set it up that way to prevent her ever growing brood from walking in. But the sounds of the bed shifting up above were hard to ignore. "Never thought he had that kinda stamina in him!" he gushed, clearly impressed.
"Guess they're making up for lost time!" Said Yukiko with a slight chuckle. Though she hadn't expected to take one more guest on, she was happy to have Marcus. He was polite, good around the kids, and seemed eager to pay off his stay by helping her out around the house. "I don't think I had ever seen Himawari that upset before. So it's good to see her happy again."
"Yeah, and Matthew wasn't feelin' so happy when we were locked up either." Marcus continued, taking his plate over to the sink to have it rinsed. "Still, can't help but feel a little jealous." He said with a laugh.
"Why's that? I mean, you and Akari haven't exactly been subtle about your activities either!" Yukiko replied with a laugh.
"How'd you find out about that?" Marcus wasn't really embarrassed, as his upbringing was quite a bit different from Matthew's. Still, it was a bit surprising to hear it from her mother, especially when he hadn't been open about it.
"I've been raising Breeders for 22 years." She replied with a smile "Trust me, I know when that's happening." It took Marcus a moment to formulate an answer that properly explained his envy.
"Well, it aint the same." Marcus finally answered. "I mean, don't get me wrong. Akari's great, and we're having a great time. But..." He paused, unable to fully say the words.
"You miss her, don't you?" Yukiko asked. Marcus had already bared his soul when it came to why he had entered the program. Now that he was free there wasn't really much point in trying to keep it a secret anymore. Or rather, with his newfound freedom he suddenly found his thoughts returning to Darla.
"Yeah... you'd think it would be easier now y'know?" He said with a sigh. "It's been over a year, and I still think 'bout her. Dunno what I'd say to her if I ever saw her again...but I gotta find out." Yukiko paused and thought about it for a while. It seemed getting him out of that cage was only the first step, and there was still much to be done in order to properly help his still scarred psyche.
