Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-34163681-20190728235115/@comment-36855838-20190730141010

I look down.

Oh.

She's still crying.

"Don't cry, I'll get you something to drink!"

I get up, and check the mini-fridge.

"'Lady-gro, #1 Concentrated holstaur milk product, 200% performance of typical. 100% extra prisoner fruit concentrate.'"

$50.00?! What a steal!

I rip off the label and hand her the bottle.

"Drink up!"

Still sobbing, she drinks to calm down.

Mere moments after the bottle is drained, her breasts have grown subtly larger.

I lay back on the bed.

"I apologize. Please, continue!"

I put my hands behind my head, and close my eyes.

I feel her soft lips, her smooth hands, her warm tonge, her suddenly massive breasts.

We're past anything else, we're all the way, it goes pretty well, but she takes a lot longer to satisfy.

Eventually, it all works out, we're nestled snugly, I'm tonight's little spoon, and we're drifting off to sleep.

I feel something poking my leg.

What's that?

It's a tail.

It's wraping around-

Ok, round 2.

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fine.