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Mine (ambiguouscaptain and miu_meowww)

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As I sleep, my mind starts to dream.....

***

Hazily, I feel myself standing in a crowd...

...and I see someone in the middle of it.

...Is that my dream girl?

From out of the crowd, she starts walking towards me. Is that... Kat?
Wowww. Her hair is up in pigtails and she's wearing her striped top that's waaay too tight and barely covers her navel. And those jeans that accentuate every curve of her ass....

She approaches and presses herself into me. I quiver at the sudden physical intimacy... Sh-she's so soffft... and she's hugging my body to hers... She rubs herself into me, against me. And slowly, with her touch never leaving my body, she walks around and comes to a stop directly behind me.

Hhher body feels like a manifestation of pure love smushed into me... Her soft flesh touching mine, the heavy weight of her full breasts squishing nicely into my back... her arms wrapping around me, like a snake trapping its prey... The entire world goes blank except for me and her, and my sole focus is on Kat and how her body feels against me in this moment. My legs feel weak as her body starts to feel molded into mine... Pure warmth... th-this is what it feels like to be fully smothered in feminine comfort... and it feels amaaazing...

She moves her head close to mine, and whispers in my ear...

***
 
oh my god, I can't believe I'm doing this, I think to myself, thrilled darkly, the cold, black beach around me disappearing as I step in to him, i'm able to do this, from this far away...

I can almost feel my breasts pressing into his back.

"I'm your dream girl..." I whisper to him, "I've always been with you...you're stuck with me..."

let me show you...
 
***

...Suddenly, the dream fades into an earlier stage of my life. I'm younger now, in high school again, and I'm boarding the school bus.

I sit down in an open seat, and start gazing out the window.

...suddenly, I feel the seat move, and a soft heft of weight plops down next to me...

...I turn, and within a few inches from me is Kat's overdeveloped, teenage form.

Huuhh.... K-k-kat?

She... she looks thinner than I remember... a-and she's in full bloom. Overripe, and.... b-boobs like that, on a high school girl?? They're huuuge! God, she's a total knockout! She's every freshman boy's fantasy girl....

She's w-wearing a schoolgirl uniform... a pleated skirt that's a bit too short for the school dress code... and a blouse that her generous bust fills nicely...

She leans forward, into me...

oh god, she's... she's getting closer... t-too close.. aaahhh... I can f-feel her b-breasts...

...and with nowhere to go, I'm plastered between the bus wall and Kat's sexy, curvaceous body. I turn, staring straight ahead at the back of the seat in front of me..

Kat puts her arms around my neck and lowers her mouth right into my ear, whispering...

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I can feel her hot breath on my neck, and I start to whimper, breathing heavily. I ccant even talk, she has literally taken my breath away...

Her body is pressing into mine... and I'm squashed into the corner... fuck, she's overpowering me... it f-feels like she's enveloping my body... w-with hers...

Again, everything around us disappears, my entire world centering on the sensation of her pillowy, overdeveloped heavenly body pressing into my left side, surrounding me in her... her aroma is pervasive... all-encompassing... she smells so nice... it's as if her body is genetically engineered to shut off my mental faculties, and forces me to solely focus on how goooood this feelss....

***
 
how far can I take this? i wonder to myself, amazed at what I'm able to do, can I go deeper?

"I'm your dream girl..." I whisper to him again, into his dream,
from all these miles away, "I've always been with you...you're stuck with me..."

Sitting next to me, on the school bus, he squirms.

Awww I'll show you it's not so bad...it's what you've always wanted...baby...
 
***

Her whisper wraps itself around my mind like a warm cloth, and in a haze the scene fades, and my dream shifts again...

The first thing I feel, before my vision returns, is chill and loneliness without her body pressed into mine. Like there's a void next to me, like I'm missing part of my own body. But as my eyes clear, I'm struck in my chest by the vision which forms. A woman - her again, but looking so different. It's Kat, but she's huge. Or rather, I...I think I'm little. I'm in a kitchen, the kitchen of my childhood, and my head barely reaches the countertops.

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And it's Kat but it's not Kat. She's not the teenage Kat of my last dream, or the one I know from reality. This Kat...she has hair done up on her head, a retro hairstyle. A hair band in it. Her dress is flowery, butter yellow and white, with a knee-length skirt covering wide hips and cinched to a tiny waist, a white apron. The dress' bodice tightly covers her huge breasts, packing them in but not camouflaging in any way the formidable impact of her figure. Her tan arms are bare, fleshy and strong.

My eyes fall to her feet, in white high-heel pumps. She's wearing stockings. I find myself drifting towards her and soon I'm grabbing her skirts, holding them, burying my face into her hip...

I'm afraid, and I find myself looking to her for comfort, reassurance... and th-then I feel myself shrinking again...

N-no! Why is this happening to me? W-why am I shrinking like this??

To my surprise, she turns to bend over me. I look up, staring, completely transfixed at her monumental figure, her huge bosom and her warm, kind eyes.

She reaches down and, surprisingly, picks me up in her arms. H-how is she...? I gasp, realizing I'm about the size of an infant at this point.

Again, she lowers her head to my small face, her green eyes sparkling and glimmering with a kindness and sense of security that I've never felt before. She opens her mouth, her voice coming out like syrup, so sweet... and in a hushed whisper, she says...

***
 
"I'm your dream girl, baby," I whisperr to him, holding him in my arms, petting his face, "I've always been with you." I smile and wrinkle my nose down at him, the look of wonder so adorable on his little face. "You're stuck with me!"

This is incredible. Being able to do this. Being able to create his dreams. Being able to print these images into his subconscious at my own will. It makes me tingle from my chest to the tips of my fingers with a sense of…power.

and now it'sssssss myyyy turrrrn
 
***

My vision fades... my dream is changing again...

and I find myself constricted, somehow. Huh? W-what's going on? Suddenly, I start to panic, feeling claustrophobic. I look up, and find myself staring up into the face of a huuuuge girl. It's Kat!

But it's another Kat. A different Kat from the one in my childhood kitchen. Different from the real Kat th-that I know, or the tall, oversexed seductress from the bus. She's... she's even bigger... she's absolutely GIGANTIC. Or... am I just that small? I can feel that I'm being gripped by a giant hand... her giant hand. I look up and see her massive face looming over me.

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And... *gulp* she looks angry. N-no, not just angry, she looks enraged. Her eyes have a fire in them that threatens to consume me the longer I look... And... she seems to be angry at more than just me. Without a word, I can feel that- that she's angry at ALL men. A-and here I am, the focus of that overwhelming, searing anger. I'm a helpless, fragile little plaything in her hand... W-what is she going to do to me??

As I tremble in her giant hand, she whispers down to me...

***
 
i'm on the beach, it's darkk

my eyes are barely workin

there's someone else in my body in my brain i know that i've knownn her for a while, a long time maybe forevr

She can be a real bitch.

and now she's got Charleee....

"I'm your dream girl, aren't I, little man?" she sneers, in a voice knowing and powerful...a voice i somehow recognize as my ownn. "I've always been with you, haven't I..?" i hear myself hissing in this giant voice of sibilant thunder, shockwaves rolling over him like a great and powerful ocean, crashing over the tiny, fragile body in my hand, "You're sstuck with mee..."

her voice has never been this strong before

she's holdin him in her hand like a doll and i can feel her crushing him
 
***

I'm so scared. I'm terrified. I can't move a muscle, and this girl has me wrapped around her giant hand. She's so much bigger than me... She could kill me right now if she wanted to. And her grip has been steadily increasing...

owww.... This is starting to hurt... I try to tell her to stop, but she's crushing my l-lungs, and I can't talk...

Seeing my struggling face, she lets up a bit. She regards me like a toy, like a plaything. I'm too stunned to speak or scream or even whimper, but she knows I'm scared to my core.

Suddenly, she tilts her hand down so I can get a view down her giant top. I look in, mesmerized. Oh my... it's huge. The soft, pillowy chasm of her deep, dark cleavage... Despite how frightened I am, I'm starting to get a little aroused. Compared to me, her b-breasts are enormous!

She laughs, and taunts me by threatening to d-drop me into her cleavage. I try to squirm out of her embrace, but it's no use. She laughs again, treating all of this as just some game. Wordlessly, with a simple cock of a single, massive eyebrow, I can feel that she's telling me to get ready.

W-wait... n-no! W-what if she s-smothers me to death in there?! ...I shut my eyes, bracing for the fall. She opens her hand, and...

Nothing happens.

I open my eyes and find that I haven't fallen. Huh? That's weird... W-wait... why does it feel like my back is st-

HUUUUH?!

I swivel my head around to find that my body is STUCK to the palm of her hand. The s-skin of her hand and the skin of my back are actually starting to fuse together. Like she's starting to absorb me. I'm beginning to panic, and I start struggling. I'm flailing my arms and legs around, desperately trying to get unattached, to no avail. I hear a hearty, echoing laugh coming from her.

And suddenly, she opens her mouth, WIDE. I swallow nervously. Her open mouth is h-huuge. It's almost as tall as my body! I can see her massive tongue, her uvula, her huge teeth... *gulp*

"W-what are you going to d-do to me?" I manage to squeak out.

With that, she simply laughs as she slowly brings my body closer and closer towards her open mouth...

***
 
"I'm your dream girl," I say, as I draw him towards my mouth, opening wider and wider and wider, "I've always been with you..."

I take the moment to purse my lips, a huge kiss, and blllowwwww a deep breath over him. His hair blows backwards and I start to laugh as he recoils in the primitive fear of a tiny, trapped animal, knowing what i could do to him. My laugh becomes dry and nearly silent as I go gape-mouthed again, as wide as I can, and bring him closer. i can feel him trembling on my palm, feel his deliciouss terror as he stares into what must be the huge dark wet abyssss of my mouth.

yr going to pay, charles hogan. yr going to pay for what you did to me for what they ALL did to me

i'm going to fucking eat you.
 
***

...nnggghhh...
I'm whimpering, I'm trembling...
...I'm fading...

***

...Groggily, I start to feel myself regain consciousness.

...I’m waking up... man, w-what a dream! As I think back on it, I start to shiver... My god... th-that dream was intense...

With my eyes still closed, I feel something wet rubbing on my groin... h-huuh?? I open my eyes and see an arm, holding a wet cloth, wiping away at my black cotton shorts and body...

...Wha... K-KAT???

My eyes shoot up and I see Kat. Whoa. Her tall, striking figure, sitting on the bed next to me with a smile on her face, dutifully cleaning up the remnants of... last night... And I think I may have had a nocturnal emission d-during my dream too. H-how embarrassing... God, I must be a mess!

I see Kat’s in another outfit... she’s wearing a tight red sweater dress, with a red buckle around her waist.
Woww... her cleavage in that dress... and her legs look pretty nice and str-

Suddenly, the events of yesterday replay in my head. Kat’s unbridled anger. Her fiery hot temper. Her icy cold warning. The same girl who once threatened to castrate me has her hand dangerously close to m-my penis, cleaning me up after my orgasm.

I recoil in fear. "K-Kat! W-what are you doing here?" I ask nervously, my body instinctively flinching away from her. I look at her face… it seems sincere, placid, happy… but I know Kat. And below the surface, anything could be happening right now. Is she still mad?

I won’t lie… I’m extremely nervous. I’m completely vulnerable right now… and the fact that she was here b-before I woke up… w-what was she doing while I was asleep? This girl, who I know can be prone to violence…

Seeing the mess she's cleaning up on my crotch, I turn my head in shame... g-god... now she knows I was m-masturbating after she left... h-hopefully she doesn't know it was to h-her....

A-and I remember what I told myself yesterday. As hot as she is... I need to put a stop to this....I need to try to break it off with her. But I've really got to tread carefully. If I s-say anything that she doesn't like, especially after yesterday... I'm going to be in a world of trouble.
 
"OOOoooo! I didn't mean to startle you..!" I giggle, still wiping his belly and chest of his own dried, crusty mess with the soft, wet washcloth, "But sweetie it's afternoon already...don't you think you should be waking up by now?"

He's quiet

"So lazy!!!" I <giggle!>" I've already been to the gym, went to work..." It's true. When I got back home just before sunrise from the beach it took me some time to get myself back together after the mess I made of myself with that spell, but it's amazing what u can get accomplished when yr body doesn't seeem to need sleep anymore! "And you've been sleeping the whole day away!"

I felt a little bad, leaving him here all this time by himself. I was so ANGRY last night I had to get out of here or haha I thought I might pop his head off. But after I woke back up on the beach, after losing control of his dream and zoning out I felt a whole lot betterrr!

But Charlie looks funny. And he's looking at me funny. I hope he's not weirded out? Nah he's probably jus tired!!

"Sooo lazyyy..." I repeat, "But it's ok, you need your rest...maybe by tomorrow you can try putting weight on that ankle?"

That seems to perk him up a little bit, and he smiles noncommittaly. Ha still looking at me sorta warily tho and I get a weird vibe off him. Whatever..!

"But for now we have to get you clean!" I chirp, setting again to cleaning come out of his chest hair, "Wow - Looks like you really had a fun night for yourself, hm?"

That gets him kind of embarrassed ha ha! I tell him it's OK, it's normal, even though it's ha ha totally not normal to spontaneously orgasm once from your girlfriend's magic spell and then again to a wet dream she planted in your skull!!!

"And you fell asleep in your reading glasses!" I say, as I pull his black plastic frames off his head and playfully put them on myself. So blurry but I pose, smile, make little kissy faces at him. "How do I look in them? Smart? <giggle!>"

He starts to answer but then I notice the tablet laying on the bed next to him. (that reminds me...I gotta make sure the wifi is still broken...) "What were you reading?" I ask, curious, as I grab it and look to turn it on. Where's the little button??
 
I'm still in complete and utter embarrassment, as she finishes c-cleaning me of my dried come...

She scolds me for being lazy and sleeping in.... j-jeez is it really afternoon already?

When she mentions being able to put some weight on my ankle, it immediately gets me excited. That's right! Soon I'll be able to walk again! I'll finally be able to feel like I have some agency in my own life. And then, somehow I'll figure out a way to get out of this relationship...

Still, I remain quiet, regarding her warily... I'm afraid to say something that might set her off. ...But she's not overreacting or getting upset. It's weird, she's like a different person today! If she's angry, she's certainly not showing it. She's acting like last night never even happened. What's with this chick??

As she cleans the remainder of my seed, she says...

miu_meowww said:
Wow - Looks like you really had a fun night for yourself, hm?"
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Oh god...
I t-try to stammer an excuse, but she cuts me off, saying that it's okay, it's normal.

N-normal? There was nothing about last night that was normal...

She plays with my reading glasses, posing for me and asking how she looks in them.

Is this really the same Kat from yesterday? Did she just... FORGET how angry she was? How she b-basically threatened to smother me in her rage?

B-but... seeing her in this tight sweater with her breasts forming a nice valley of cleavage puts me a bit at ease... and, still fearful of upsetting her again, I decide to compliment her.
"Y-you look great-" I start, but she cuts me off. She asks what I was reading, and I look at her quizzically for a second. Does she mean the graphic novels? But she's reaching over for somethi-

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Oh god. I didn't put away my tablet last night. NO NO NO NO NO NO NO. She can NOT see those drawings I made. NO WAY. Th-that would be waaay too emarrassing... and if she ever found out that the girls in those drawings were s-supposed to be HER... then... I don't think she'd ever let me live it down...

I nervously snatch it out of her hands just in time, fiddling with it to make sure she didn't turn it on.

"Nothing! Uh, it's nothing Kat... j-just my drawing tablet haha..." I say, trying to play it off coolly.
 
"a drawing tablet???" I ask, impressed - this boy's full of surprises! - "I didn't know you were an artist!!!" Omigod just another reason to love love love him! artists are sssexy haha!!!

He shrugs, bashfully, and holds his tablet close. Boy, he sure snatched that awayy quick from me...

Wait. suddenly I have an idea!

"ooo ooo ooo!!!" I exclaim, putting my hands in my lap, sitting up nice and straight and turning at the waist towards him in a pose, "Draw me!!!"
 
She seems impressed that I'm an artist... haha... it kind of pumps up my ego a bit... maybe I should draw her, show off my skills...

Wait. Don't get too big for your britches, Charles... you know what this girl's capable of...

"Um... l-look Kat... m-maybe another time? I j-just woke up and all..."

I'm trying to be very cautious with how I word this... I don't want to make her mad.

I make a move to put my tablet away in my side drawer...
 
My hand shoots out, stopping him.

"C'mon, babyyyy..." I purr, now leaned towards him and looking him right. In. The. Eyes. "Draw me."

He freezes, holds onto his tablet.

I sit back up, satisfied he's not putting it away.

"I'll make a good model," I say with a little smile, turning again towards him, emphasizing my tiny waist, my broad shoulders, my big chest, "Don't you think?"
 
She stares at me with those big, green eyes...

"W-well, I guess I could give it a shot," I say, a little nervous at how easily convinced I am by her.

She poses, emphasizing her pornstar-like body. Her waist is so small, her breasts are so large.... her legs are so lonngg... and her skin! It's so healthy and strong-looking... Jesus, she's got a body made for modeling... If she was around in the 16th century, there's no doubt Leonardo da Vinci would have painted her instead of the Mona Lisa... I bet the history of art would've turned out a lot differently if she had been his model...

"Yeahh... you do make a good model..." I comment, lost in her curves.

I'm starting to feel more aroused, like I'm not thinking as clearly as I should. But look at her! And maybe it would help to be nice to her right now... give her time to cool down... if she's still angry...

I pick up my stylus from the bed and turn on my tablet. Immediately, I'm greeted with the images of the night before. Panicking, I quickly close those tabs and open a blank canvas.

Whew, glad she didn't see that...

I put my pen to the screen and start to sketch her...
 
He seems nervous about something, something on his tablet hm...but soon he's got his little pen in hand and he's looking at me, and he's starting to sketch

ooooo this is...fun. the sensation of his eyes on me, as i sit here on the side of the bed, his attention focused on me, roving over my figure...wowww....it makes me sit up straighter, my eyes flash a little brighter...his eyes go from me, to the tablet, and back again. sketch sketch sketch, as he sits up in bed, against his headboard, pillows behind his back. immediately, i'm getting tingles....

art is sexy haha!!

"So...What sort of things do you like to draw?" i ask
 
As she sits there, back straight, chest out, eyes forward at me, I'm starting to get nervous.

What's she playing at? Yesterday she's crazy... and today she's back to normal, bubbly ol' Kat?

As I'm scanning her body, e-every inch of it is screaming sex. Looking at one place for too long is g-getting me aroused, so I switch to another part of her body after a couple of strokes. B-but it's sexy there too! Her chest is so massive, and looks so heavy... her eyes sparkle with an intensity that threatens to swallow me up... her hair falls so nicely around her head.... her shoulders, arms, and legs all look so strong... It's like no matter where I look, there she is. Even looking down at my tablet doesn't give me a break. There's... there's so MUCH of her... and every inch of her body radiates sexuality....

Th-this is not good... I CAN'T get aroused... not right now... I answer her question to distract myself.

"Um.... you know... j-just like, comic book heroes and stuff haha...."

I'm praying she doesn't inquire further than that.... I'm not about to admit that I draw s-sexy girls for my own pleasure...
 
"Comic book heroes, hm?" i ask, turning even a bit more at the waist, "that's cute..."

as he sketch sketch sketches i can't help but feel the nervousness, the unease coming from him. even more than before i'm sooo tuned in to him, and i'm slowly learning how to read him even bettr. what is he thinking about?

"Which superhero would i be?" i muse, wishing i could see thru his eyes, see what he's drawn so far - i'm so curious haha!, "Wonder Woman, that Power-Lady person?" I smile, as he doesn't even look at me. "Or am i more of a Jessica Rabbit?"
 
"I-I don't know Kat... superheroes aren't built like real people..."

Then again... neither is she!

"But I'd say you're sorta a combination... kinda like Wonder Woman, or Power Girl... and Jessica Rabbit... and maybe a touch of She-Hulk..." She certainly gets as angry as She-Hulk...

Yipes! My mouth is starting to run faster than my brain right now... I probably shouldn't be encouraging her like this...

"Umm... a-anyway, I'm drawing you, not them right?" I say, trying to steer the conversation away from her body... for both of our sake's. I'm trying not to get an erection here!

I keep sketching, wondering if she's going to bring up last night... it feels like the elephant in the room right now... I mean, it's strange that she's so chipper, that she doesn't appear to be mad at me at all. She's going to bring it up at some point, right? Is she waiting for the right time?

I keep sketching, sneaking looks at her face, trying to glean any meaning from her gaze... M-Maybe she forgot about it? She certainly seemed to forget the entire tail end of our relationship last year... the vandalism, the threats, the stalking...

Maybe she's forgotten after all? Haha... yeah... I'm probably just worrying for nothing... I-I mean, she would've brought it up by now, right?

And if I want to get out of this relationship, I have to broach this with care. I do NOT want a repeat of that rage.

After convincing myself that all has been forgotten, I continue sketching out Kat's form...
 
"She-Hulk, huh?" I laugh, "is that because of last night??"

joking of course but he doesn't smile i think he pretends not to hear me haha. he certainly is nervous, and just got a lot more so. it's like he's walking on eggshells around me here...he's afraid of my anger?

"Isn't she the one that gets, like, real big when she gets mad?" i ask, "Like <giggle> <growling deeply> 'You wouldn't like me when I'm angry...' <giggle giggle!>"

or maybe you would

"Lucky for you i'm a little more jessica rabbit than she-hulk," I laugh, tucking some hair behind my ear and straightening my back again as he continues to draww, "imagine last night? I would have burst through the ceiling!!!"

something funnny is definitely going on in that head of his!

"Charlie i'm sooooo sorry about all that. I got so mad!!" I offer, conciliatory, trying to draw his eyes with mine and putting on a pout, "do you hate me?"
 
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"She-Hulk, huh?" I laugh, "is that because of last night??"
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Oh shit.

All of my muscles tense up. Sh-she's bringing it up after all, h-huh?

I continue drawing as if nothing was said, keeping my eyes planted directly on my tablet screen, not daring to look up at Kat right now. I can tell her eyes are boring into me. J-just don't look, Charlie... m-maybe she'll let it go?

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"Isn't she the one that gets, like, real big when she gets mad?" i ask, "Like <giggle> <growling> 'You wouldn't like me when I'm angry...' <giggle giggle!>"
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Oh fuck...

Despite my best efforts to keep it down, which I'm amazed I've been able to do so far, I can feel my cock starting to harden in my black cotton shorts.

She continues to talk about last night in almost a joking manner... making a comparison between her and She-Hulk...

And then....
....huh? She's... actually apologizing? Does this mean she's not still upset with me?

Her pacifying voice has an effect on me, drawing my eyes up to her face where we exchange a glance. And feeling cornered by her question, I realize I can't keep quiet anymore.

"N-no Kat, I don't hate you..." I say, continuing to sketch.

I start to lower my tablet to block her view of my shorts so she won't notice the tent that's starting to form. I can't give her the opportunity to... r-relieve me again... I need to be thinking clearly if I want any chance at getting out of this...

Feeling emboldened, and wanting to end this, I say it:

"S-so, uh, y-you're not still mad at me?"
 
"Oh, baby, nooooo...." I coo, tilting my head but keeping my hands in my lap (and not reaching out to push that tablet away from what i think is a big boner growing for me under there haha. i can feel it almost SEE it haha i WANT IT but hahaha i can wait right??) "I'm not mad at you, sweetie..."

He looks up at me for a second, and there's that look in his eyes that guys get, that little look like when they're maybe being let off the hook for something they did wrong something bad somethin stupid like ALL GUYS ALWAYS DO

"I know you said you still don't love me.." I continue, doing my best to sound somehow both pouty and upbeat and sympathetic, "and I understand..."

there's that fucking hopefull look again i want to tear his eyeballs out let me do it

"There's lots of things about me that you don't like...things i've done that you don't like..." I say, "...but i know there are things about me that you do like..." At that, I pull my shoulders wayyyyy back and stick my chest wayyy out. OMG my tits are huge! i'm afraid my bra might burst under my top!

"...so in the meantime, let's focus on those..."
 
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"I'm not mad at you, sweetie..."
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Wait... really?! D-did I just dodge a bullet? Is she really going to let this go?

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"I know you said you still don't love me... and I understand..."
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My eyes shoot up, a wave of relief crashing over me. Oh my god... I think I'm off the hook! Whew...

...why do I feel like a... a little kid who's in trouble? She's way younger than me... this seems backwards...

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"There's lots of things about me that you don't like...things i've done that you don't like..."
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That's the understatement of the century...

H-huh?
....what is she...?

She thrusts her chest out provocatively.

Oh. Oh GOD.

Approaching full stiffness, all I can do is stare at her body. Her chest, so pronounced, so massive, completely bulging out of her red sweater dress... They look like a pornstar's breasts... h-holy shit... I'm glad my tablet is blocking her view, because I've got a raging hard on now...

"Uhhhhh..."

Her proportions are unreal! Those boobs and that waist with those legs?! God, her body, I'm starting to realize, is like a switch that triggers my base instincts... and it's getting impossible to fight against...

Am I only in this relationship because of her body? I mean... I never thought of myself as a shallow person... but...

I glance down, seeing what I've just drawn. There's no face... just a body.

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...am I really this shallow?
 
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