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"I found something nice and cute for you to wear, honey," Synanise's mother said, after they had finished catching up with each other and her friends. Synanise, always wary of his mother's ideas of affection, hmm'ed in acknowledgement. He couldn't outright say no thanks to her, when she pulled out a bundle of surface garb. Particularly not with her friends right there, observing.

"Thanks," he half-mumbled, as he held the clothing in front of him. His fingers clenched a bit around the fabric when one of his mother's friends urged him to put it on to show how it fit. Saying no wasn't really an option, nor was swimming away. He'd never hear the end of it and staying in hiding only made her more insistent.

The garb went over his head, with lacing in the back that he didn't have the chance to say no to tightening before a pair of webbed hands had tightened them, tying them off where he wouldn't be able to undo them on his own. He could already tell that he wouldn't be able to get out of it without help, unless he sliced it apart. And that wasn't an option.

"Oh, look at you," one of the mermaids cooed. Hands pulled at his arms, making him turn to show off the tight clothing that was definitely not fit for his broad body or anyone with fins. The sleeves were restrictive, the skirt was tight around his tail, and he felt partially immobilized in the dress. The bright red stood out starkly against his grey and white hide. "You're so pretty, sweetie."

As always, when it came to his mother and her friends, Synanise felt out of his depth. As always, they touched him as they liked, and made him feel like a slab of meat just waiting to be eaten. He chuckled awkwardly, thanking them because what else could he do? Their hands touched the fabric, the mermaids ignoring where on his body it sat. He tried his best not to squirm. He almost didn't manage not to wince as his mother kissed him on the mouth, her tongue slipping past his lips. Her touches were the most insistent and firm, out of all of the women's touches.

Synanise's mind drifted to the latest hunt, as the women kept molesting him, urging his cock to unwilling life. He blocked out his mother's words, which urged her friends to fill their wombs with his sperm. She was very proud of her son, and wanted everyone to share his genes. Synanise reflexively kissed his mother back as he had been taught to do. Her praise numbed him from the chatter of the women mounting him, and he focused on the bubbles of air drifting toward the surface, out of the corner of his eye.

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