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A Random Interview
By Xadera

	*Click*

	“Ok, the computer should be recording now. Are you ready to begin the interview?”

	“Umm… I think so…”

	“Alright. Ahem. 
I am here on behalf of World Geographic, researching Symbiotic Relationships of Macro-Organisms. With me is one subject of a trinary symbiotic relationship that has especially piqued my interest. 
What is your first name, miss? Please omit any last name for anonymity purposes.”

	“O-Okay. My name is Malissa.”

	“Hello Malissa. Would you care to give us a brief synopsis of your past, before you became part of this ‘family’?”

“S-Sure. Well… I was brought up on a farm, just like most cows. We were all fed and well cared for. Once we started to lactate, we could actually begin working, making a bit of money based on how much profit the farmers made off our milk. My milk came in at a fairly early age, so I was ahead of the game. A little too ahead of the game, it seemed. I had a slight complication... 
If I wasn’t milked nonstop, my breasts would slowly grow larger, filling well beyond their natural capacity. 
At first, the farmers thought it was a boon. Why wouldn’t they be excited to have a cow that could produce so much milk? All they had to do was wait a little while and I'd have bigger breasts than all the other cows. Then, in a single session, they could get several buckets of milk from me alone. I was basically worth four cows in one. And I was paid well for it too. So life was actually quite nice.
However, my ‘boon’ didn’t let up…
 As the weeks passed on, my production was still slowly increasing. After a few months, the farmers would find me lying on the ground when they came in for the scheduled milkings. In the few hours since they were last there, I would have become anchored by these four giant jugs, unable to even reach my own teats to waste some of the stuff. Even as they scheduled more frequent milkings, they just couldn’t keep up. They eventually tried putting me on a machine, but I couldn’t just sit there all day without complications to my health. And milking myself enough to keep up in my down-time was too exhausting and made a heck of a mess…
Eventually, the cost of labor in keeping me around was more than the profits I produced. The only logical conclusion was to let me go and leave me to fend for myself…”

“Ahh. I can see that in the short half-hour since we had taken this photo, your breasts have become noticeably larger, even with the shirt you’re now wearing. And do you normally milk yourself like that?”

“Huh?... OH! Oh… I’m terribly sorry! 
It’s kinda a habit of mine to play with my nipples… I normally don’t wear a shirt at home so I can freely milk myself whenever I feel like I’m getting a bit big; which is so often that it’s become second-nature to me. Shirts don’t usually hide my nipple well enough for me to notice that I’m doing it in public either… And they always end up soaked. I mean, I’m getting your chair so wet, I’m so sorry! It’s why I usually just stay at home…”

“Heh, don’t worry, it’s quite alright. You can continue doing so, if it helps you feel more comfortable. We can clean up any mess you make afterwards. 
Now, as I see from your photo, you’re also a hermaphrodite?”

“Umm… Yeah… They told us to show everything for the photo, so I let it hang out…”

“Oh? But it looks it’s doing a bit more than just hanging out.”

“W-Well, there were the cameras, and b-being in front of everyone, and the others were so calm, and, and… I…”

“It’s quite alright. I can tell by the blush in your cheeks that you’re a bit embarrassed about that aspect of yourself.”

“Yeah…”

“Then we’ll move on, no worries. 
So, what happened after you left the farm?”

“Well, I kinda just wandered about for a month or so. I had plenty of money from the profits of my own milk, so it wasn’t too bad. Though, the maids at the hotels and motels I stayed at weren’t terribly pleased with me… I had to buy a few breast-pumps and I always made quite the mess in my rooms to keep myself at a decent size. So I couldn’t stay at once place for very long before getting some glares or being asked to leave…
But, one day I bumped into Illi. Quite literally, actually. I still remember the look on her face with my milk dribbling through her hair. She was so cuuute~, hehe. She’s the one on the far left in that photo, by the way. Her name is actually ‘Illia’, but we just call her ‘Illi’ for short.”

“Ahh, yes. We did a piece on her kind, the ‘Spider-People’, a while back. They live amongst the treetops of forests, spitting silk from their mouths to travel amidst the branches and make nests. They’re generally quite wealthy from all the silk they produce, I’ve heard. However, I don’t remember them becoming so… large when ‘pregnant’. I thought they only laid one egg a day, not much larger than a chicken’s?”

“Yeah, you’re right, but Illia is a special case. Her metabolism is a little messed up. A lot of the nutrients needed for her silk are instead redirected to her egg growth. Has been ever since she hit puberty, I think. So, the one egg a day winds up being gigantic, whereas she can hardly make any silk. Well, she can, but it’s usually involuntary and in small amounts. She hates it when it does that while she’s talking, hehe.”

“Without the silk, she wouldn’t be able to survive in the treetops, correct?”

“Yup. Hence why she lives in a house on the ground that her parents paid for. She’ll visit them every now and then  and they’ll give her some money, so she can buy anything she needs. Like you said, they’re pretty wealthy.”

“And she just invited you to stay with her?”

“Uh-huh. You can’t quite buy everything you need. Even if she doesn’t show it, Illi can get pretty lonely sometimes. Plus, we’re sorta like kindred spirits. I make too much milk, she makes too much egg, so we kinda hit it off. That and I insisted I carry her home after I knocked her over because I was so worried about her pregnancy, which made her laugh at me the whole way because I was so flustered and confused. She doesn’t laugh that often. Heh…”

“Ahh, I see, very nice. Oh, if you don’t mind me asking, why did she not fully undress like the rest of you?”

“You mean her stockings? Well, she’s pretty attached to them. They’re the first piece of clothing she’s managed to make from the silk she has produced, so she’s secretly really proud of them. Don’t tell her I said that though; it’d ruin her ‘goth look’, or something.”

“I see, I see. And the fuzz around her neck is unusually redder than the white or pink I’ve seen on the others of her kind.”

“Illi’s fluff is kinda like a mood ring, but for a, umm… certain kind of mood. You might not know this about the spiders – it’s not something they tend to tell outsiders – but the fluff helps signal a females mating season; when they’re… ‘hot’. The ‘hotter’ they are, the redder the fluff gets. And often, as their eggs grow they will get a little ‘hot’, but they won’t be fertile like they are when in season. In Illi’s case, the eggs grow larger and so her fluff gets… redder.”

 	“That is a rather intriguing sexual trait… I think I will have to study that further with the Spider-People. 
Speaking of sexual traits, how about the middle one? Her name is ‘Nikki’, if I heard right. That’s short for ‘Nicole’, correct?”

“Nope, just ‘Nikki’.”

“Ahh. I suppose that suits her. She seems to be very happy and sprightly, considering her, uhh… ‘condition’. Could you tell me more about it?”

“Well, as you have probably guessed by now, Nikki ‘blossomed’ quite early, even compared to myself. Like me, she’s also a hermaphrodite, but one half of her is always… ‘coming’. The doctors said that her male bits are just constantly in a state of orgasm. It baffles most as to how, but she seems to survive. To keep up with the constant ejaculation her testicles have also grown a bit and, as you can see, her lower abdominal muscles are pretty fit, allowing her to always be gushing with at least a little bit of force like that. And she’s always cheerful because of it, with all the hormones swimming about, I’ve been told.”

“That is, like you said, quite baffling indeed... Does she actually feel pleasure from it anymore or anything?”

“Yes, she does, sorta. Most of the time, though, she doesn’t pay attention to it, kinda like how breathing is to us, I think. Her, umm… ‘thing’ will mostly react to how active she is. If she’s resting or lounging around, it’ll soften up a bit and the ‘stuff’ will just dribble out. If she’s running around and getting her heart pumping, the thing can get fairly stiff and the distance of the stuff will rise as well. 
But, sometimes she will ‘realize’ it or something. Kinda like when you realize you’re breathing, except more often because, well, there’s more of a reminder in her case. That’s when she’ll feel the pleasure from it. You can tell when she does too, usually. She might start gasping a bit, or she’ll have a dorky grin on her face, or she’ll stutter as she talks, or, the most apparent, the stuff will kick up a bit in her own arousal. Oh, and physically touching it will bring her pleasure as well. That’s another sign that she noticed herself: she might stroke it a bit. But in most instances, unless she has reason to keep going, she’ll quickly lose focus and things will go back to ‘normal’.”

“What kinds of reasons are there for her to keep going?”

“Her feminine bits aren’t always climaxing like the male bits are. So that’s sometimes a reason for her. And there’s also, well, umm, uhh…”

“Okay, okay, another touchy subject. Next question then.
How did she come under your care?”

“That’s another kind of touchy subject, if you don’t mind. It’s one of the few things that will actually make Nikki sad, so we try not to bring it up. Let’s just say that Illia and I found Nikki and in the end took her in, since she fit so well with us.”

“Alright. I’ve heard her call you ‘Mama’, though. Does she think of you as her mother?”

“Well, umm… maybe? I mean, I love her like she was my own, but that’s not why she calls me ‘Mama’, though.”

“Oh?”

“It’s a bit of a long story… 
Originally, Illi had a really rough time calling me ‘Malissa’. Apparently saying the ‘liss’ part likes to trigger the silk glands in her mouth. And whether she wants to or not, saying that part of my name would gum her up on rather random occasions. So, very quickly, she just gave up and started calling me ‘Mala’ and there haven’t been many more silk-incidents in that regard. 
Yet, when Nikki joined us, she was a couple years younger than she is now. She heard Illi keep calling me ‘Mala’, so she thought that was my name . And, since she was so young, she got it wrong the first few times and accidentally called me ‘Mama’ instead. From there, it just kinda stuck.”

“Ahh, that makes sense. I suppose now we should be getting to your trinary symbiotic relationship, now. 
As I understand it, you each benefit the others in some way by being together, more than a simple family would. Could you please elaborate?”

“Okay. 
First of all, Nikki needs to intake a lot of fluid to keep up her stuff. If she doesn’t, it can get rather painful. I just happen to need to release a lot of fluids, or else I get too big to move. So, Nikki will suckle from me a lot and that solves both of our problems. Well, one of them. 
Nikki also needs to intake a lot of proteins, since she’s always losing so much. Illi’s eggs provide a lot of protein. Nikki helps Illi lay her large egg at night and then the next day we have plenty of egg to make up for the protein. 
Between Illi and me… Well, Illi is the only one among us that can really go shopping without making a mess everywhere, so she’s able to supply us with things other than milk and eggs, not to mention providing us with a roof over our heads and whatnot. And for Illi, I… keep her from being alone, I suppose. Though, in a way, Illi has grown to depend more on Nikki than myself, hehe…”

“What do you-?”

*Knock-knock… Wham!*

“Mama, I’m getting thirsty!”

“Sorry Mala, I couldn’t hold the little runt back any longer. Plus, I’m getting a little red under the collar, if you catch my drift...”

“Umm… Do you mind if she fed while we talk?”

“No, not at all.”

“Alright Nikki, come to Mama.”

“Yaaaaay!!”

“Wait, Nikki, where’s your pants?”

“The little runt is swinging a bit close to that electrical stuff, don’tcha think?...”

“What?”

“Watch out! You’re going to get semen on my compu-!”

*Psssh-Bzzzz*

*Poof~~*