His view of the outside world is forever tainted to be overly positive and simplistic, because he idolized it ever since he learned that there was more to the world than fluorescent blinding lights, white ceramic tiles, restraints, syringes and pumps. Everything out there had to be better, right?

Well, Breg's not so sure of it now, when he finally realizes why his mate hides her breasts from him.

The breeder thought, in his infinite lack of common sense, that he just wasn't meant to see that part of you. That it somehow was something some humans thought was offensive. Breg was curious, and confused, especially because he had already seen and touched your breasts at night. There isn't anything wrong with them that Breg can tell, they feel really nice and warm.

Breasts on their own are a mystery to the breeder, females of his kind have no such chest adornments, and neither does Breg feature nipples. The fact saddens him, those button-like protrusions seem sensitive and he bets they'd be fun to play it. It took Breg a long while until he grasped that there exists a certain social stigma attached to human women with smaller chest-appendages- Which you subsequently felt in your day to day life.

That just doesn't make sense.

Why would people make a fuss about small breasts when the results are the same? They still do everything breasts are supposed to do, they're just compact. He's heard somewhere humans produce milk, you can still do that, right? Heavens he has to try that someday... R-Regardless. Breg thinks you're supremely attractive with your current breast size, in fact, he'd go as far as to say that a smaller chest makes you look a little more like those of his kind. Not that he minds your differences, it's just a little comforting to think about the similarities between the two of you sometimes.

There you are again, getting dressed for the day while he makes breakfast- Breg's getting better at it. His stellar mood at being able to not ruin bacon quickly plummets when he spots you looking intensely at the full-body mirror near your wardrobe. There's deep disdain in your eyes, a stone-cold sneer the breeder shivers at- He can't imagine you giving that look to anyone else, much less yourself. Shaky hands grab the undersides of your luscious tits, pushing them up and together in front of your reflection. Breg almost forgets himself, content to watch you play with your boobs half-naked like the hopeless creep he's always been. Really, he's itching to touch you already, he can't fathom how you don't love your squishy little body. You're a bundle of beauty, raw allure, and Breg has never been so horrendously in love in his entire life. A sullen sigh jolts him back to your complexion, watery eyes attempting to blink away a sea of sadness that is inexplicable to him.

Okay, that's enough now...

The monster grumbles, setting the plate he had ready down on the hall table and barging inside the bedroom. Although you yelp in shock, there's no time for you to try and immediately shove a shirt on, because Breg rips it out of your grasp and pushes you back-first onto the mirror. The first thing you do is cover your breasts protectively, much to his distaste.

" Breg! I- What are you-? Don't look! "

Oh, he's not looking, he's admiring.

Breg doesn't speak, words are far from his specialty- Just squats to the floor and shoves his entire face on your soft tummy, massive hands holding you firmly in place by the waist as he start peppering long, fevered kisses up your abdomen. He wishes he could force you to love your body the same way he insatiably craves it. His mate flushes and looks away, offering resistance when he gently tries to pry persistent palms away.

The breeder growls at you, a sound that, albeit heavily muted (for you alone), still makes you freeze in place- Seldom are the times you recall getting such an aggressive reaction from him. The jarring sound is replaced by a soothing croon the moment you hesitantly expose yourself to the breeder. The shame on your face kills him inside a little. Breg hums, immediately darting to mouth at your chest. He kisses and sucks at the skin there hard enough to force breathy vocalizations out of you, the size difference allowing his fat blue tongue to circle each mound, dangerous teeth harmlessly framing the delicate protrusions and leaving trails of drool on your perfect tits.

Breg licks his teeth, taking the time to study your now flustered, beet red expression, before flipping you around and dragging you into his front. There's still some doubt in your eyes, as if you don't believe the breeder could enjoy your boobs, even though he just disgracefully rolled them on his tongue with endless joy. The monster allows his already twitching cocks to brush your skin.

" I don't care how small they are. " He starts, speech surprisingly even. A lurid, open-mouthed grin stares back at you from the mirror. The male grinds against you. " How much do you bet I can still make them bounce? "