.. did I say something wrong here?” Phil asked, almost exasperatedly.“No, but I feel like you’re lying. I don’t really like it when people are...’t straight to the point.” Olivia responded.“So what, you think I have this big crush on you?” Phil challenged her.“No, but there’s something. Something hidden. And if you’re not going to be straight with me, I don’t see this conversation continuing.” Olivia said, a little quickly.Phil sighed, smiling to himself with indignation. “Alright, great.” he. Swatting weakly at the leading edge of the swarming mass he lurched toward the door, but his legs wouldn't respond and he overbalanced, falling heavily to the floor.Fingers straining for a grip on the carpeting he tried desperately to claw his way to the door. Bloody trails formed where his fingernails ripped out and still he tried to get away. He could feel tiny claws on his back and he flung himself over in an attempt to crush them against the floor.He felt his muscles beginning to lock as. Her breasts just didn’t want to join in the fun and only grew to B cups. The only good thing through all of it was that her massive height had spread out the weight some, so she didn’t look grossly overweight, but merely kinda pudgy, like an extra layer of warmth to protect her. From that point on she went through life believing that she was an ugly human being, never receiving a first kiss, never having a boyfriend, never being asked on a date. She, being 16 now, was coming to terms with. Every time she turned around, her massive breasts slapped against a wall or against the glass door, reminding her of her unique silhouette. Every time she arced her back to properly wash her hair, her imposing bosom pressed against the shower door, and every movement made her skin squeak against the glass. Jessica sighed. There was no escaping her reality, after all.As she turned off the water, another sound she knew all too well filled the room: the distinctive "fap fap fap" of Roger, her.
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