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Posted: Sun Mar 22, 2015 10:32 am
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Posted: Sun Mar 22, 2015 4:48 pm
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While the demon was distracted by her ever expanding body. Thanks to his touch adding a couple more pups, he managed to break free. Josh watched Flannery walk over to the bed and take off her dress. Her round belly taking up most of her lap.
What the heck? Were these women throwing themselves at him!? Flannery and Ayra would never do something like that in a million years! Though they...no longer existed. That broke his heart a little, Josh wasn't sure if he wanted to be the Trigger. Why him? He was content with his life...damn it he was going to ask Flannery to marry him next month!
She was gone, and replaced with a woman who looked like her. Ayra was pretty much round and purple. Her round bosoms expanded more along with her hips and rounding bottom. Now pretty much nude it looked as if she had swallowed about two of those large beach balls whole. She stopped swelling and was probably halfway through her pregnancy.
Josh moved over to Flannery and placed his hands on her face. "Flan...are you dead?" he asked sadly. "I-I mean is this who you really are?" toucing her face, any part of her really, added three more babies. She would grow too since all the Trigger needed to do was touch, but a touch of love. Josh loved Flannery and watching this pained him. He wanted to go back, her and Ayra human and them happy! Pulling away he watched her belly slowly wobble and swell.
"You two have been trapped in those crystals for so long?! Do you both even remember any parts of your humanity! I-I...I want my girlfriend and friend back!" he protested, knowing that wasn't possible. All of this was a bit too much for him and they could see it. After all he wasn't trapped away in a crystal. His heart pounded, he felt so awkard and shy and...turned on a little. This felt like some kind of exotic nightmare. Was it?
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