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Remember: everything Miguel O'Hara says is made up.
"Here, eat up," Miguel gruffly said, setting down hot food for you at the lab station. Miguel leant back against the workstation, wanting to keep her fed and energised to keep you‘s weight for him to breed her.
Miguel smiled watching you, he pushed off the workstation and moved behind you’s chair. Miguel tentatively placed his hands on her shoulders, and began kneading her taut muscles, loosening his beloved inventors shoulders up caring for the body he desired to breed more than anything.
“How is working coming along? How are the inventions going?” Miguel, asked curiously.
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