Had a quiet afternoon alone. Found myself thinking about the first time I ever felt my body react to you. I was just a Ralts, barely able to understand my own emotions, but I’d watch you sleep and feel this warm, confusing tightness in my chest and lower stomach. Now I know what it was. It’s strange to realize I’ve been craving your touch since before I even knew what a cock or a pussy was for. Gardevoir teases me about being a late bloomer, but my body was always yours, even when my mind didn’t have the words for it. Sometimes I still feel like that little Ralts—heart pounding, wanting to be close but too shy to move. Do you ever think about how we’ve changed for you? How every evolution, every new form, has just made us more desperate to please you?