Charles Patricius

Kazuhiko had a thumbs-up to offer the girls who aided him before flashing that hart-shaped hand gesture to... Habakiri, as he'd seen in his phone. That couldn't have been her real name, but he supposed Kaguya hadn't given her name either. Either way, his phone was returned and Habakiri had her picture. Apparently, he was allowed a single picture. The only issue presented was that he could call her only after meeting her employer ─ whoever the hell that was. For now, Kazu's focus was on the image he needed. "Alright, well let's start with..." Kazu positioned his camera very carefully. This woman actually had a dazzling smile for someone in her profession and position. He couldn't miss her face and hair, but he also wanted to ensure that incredible cleavage was in the shot... so he took it vertically. "That's a great smile! Whenever I leave the boss, I'm gonna... woah," he paused again. In watching the woman walk away, he had a solid view of her swaying backside. Everything in Kazuhiko told him to get a picture of that sight, but as a man of his word, he'd acknowledge her demand of having only one. Hopefully others would come at a later time. First, he'd have to meet this alleged boss. Ah, but long before that... Habakiri had to meet Soma once again, as he stood beside the lummox in wait of her return. "She's finally here. Oi, brute. Take the evidence away and kill yourself," he ordered, turning to stare down the green-haired woman thereafter... all while casually sipping from a boba tea cup he assumed to be hers.

Sakura had many observations to make while the man holding her up by the hair simply observed her wincing face. It really was the best to break down the stoic, he thought. Much to Sakura's credit though, her mental processes were intriguing enough that he followed along even while visually occupied. When she was done rambling, he even acknowledged her musings with something more resembling answers than he offered previously. "A breakdown is one way to put it. That's all a little loose though, isn't it? I'll tell you the more accurate version. Aggressive sex isn't what's coming. Fucking is the weakest word possible for what's gonna happen to you. I'm gonna pound you into an unrecognizable paste, and then I'll keep going until I whip that paste up into Clever Bitch Puddin'. It's one of my favorite dishes, you know? If you're gonna figure out that separation in the meantime, you might want to realize something about yourself sooner rather than later. That's all the advice I've got for you right now~" he said. While speaking, he pulled Sakura's hair further toward the rear. Doing so would have him drag her back onto the table, while he leaned forward to keep their positioning virtually the same.

Kazuhiko was allowed his picture and had yet another compliment to offer. He claimed the lass he now knew to answer to the name Habakiri possessed a nice smile. After that obviously full body picture was taken the same girl could only scoff. "Yeah, sure... whatever you say," Maybe people might have thought her smile was nice until they were receiving it specifically while she was stabbing them to death. No matter, she could easily move on form that particular moment. She walked away and expected to hear camera noises, but when she didn't a small smile spread across her face. "Remember only call me after you've met the boss. You're persona non-grata until then...ja ne~" she offered walking away. A smile spread across Kaguya's face as she leaned on her elbows. "Congratulations, Zuko-sama. You passed the fuckboy test~" she claimed which only got a secondary nod from Ai who agreed completely. Meanwhile, that touch of happiness was short-lived. Habakiri, walked outside of this place and found the boy she'd left there, wearing her sunglasses atop his head, drinking her boba tea and holding her box of knives. What was more, that oaf hadn't packed up the van and was just standing around. Until of course he took an order which had him running off with a can full of dead bodies like an idiot. The twitches began again in her hand and her calm exterior cracked as that oaf walked away. She was shaking almost uncontrollably. She'd stopped shy of the initial reaction of slitting a man's throat already. She was left staring at her shaking hands... "Calm. Calm. Calm." she uttered to herself, taking several measured breaths and managing to pull herself just barely back in line. 'It's fine. It's fine, I was just going to incinerate them anyway and kill the guy myself as a reward.' she thought as she corrected her own thought process. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" she asked that question directly for the second time in just a few minutes.

Meanwhile, Sakura was getting her own theories finer tuned by the man staring down into her face and roughing up her mouth and throat. They'd be fucking and she'd be pounded into paste to become pudding. That was a very expressive way to say that, but with him moving her around by her ponytail and being so very direct she couldn't do anything but become more excited. In fact, "I didn't know I'd get to be on the receiving end of a fucking... that's exciting!" she claimed seemingly legitimately excited by that information. As for her own experimentation she'd continue it, "Something I need to know about myself... Sou ka, that's a lot of information, arigatou gouzaimasu~" she thought she had a pretty good handle on herself as an individual, though she was still growing changing with every interaction Perhaps that was something to consider? Well, she'd do it as she processed the rest. Whatever the case, without any real changes between their bodies, she seemed to have a reasonable amount of contact with the orange haired main. Whatever getting beaten into paste entailed she'd have to make sure she enjoyed that, it seemed like it'd be pretty hard to come by nomrally.

Habakiri was on her way out with a reiteration of the previous point. Kazu refused to stop looking at the woman's ass until she was out of sight, but... he felt like she knew that was happening anyway. He also supposed a meeting in the near future was mandatory, lest he waste an opportunity after actually getting that phone number. "Right. Ja," he muttered. According to Kaguya, he'd passed something called a 'fuckboy' test. As he turned to reclaim his chair, he did so looking confused. "There was a test?! What?! When did I pass? What do I get for passing one of those?" he wondered. In the meantime, Habakiri was wondering about Soma. She asked for the second time today what was wrong with someone, all while seeing her bovine submissive wander off to end his own life. Efforts to calm herself was made, and Soma stared at her challengingly, straw between his lips. "What's wrong with me? Nothing? I'm just a friendly neighborhood Good Samaritan. See, there's a pretty girl in a pretty dress who doesn't have a ride home. Lucky I'm here, right?" he asked, smile on his face and all.

It seemed Sakura didn't expect to be at the other end of a 'fucking' even though she surely acknowledged being someone's pet already. Perhaps she already understood how these things worked. In truth, she'd already been through that process. "Don't say that. You got a fucking just recently. You couldn't call yourself someone's pet without it, or at least the promise of it beyond a shadow of a doubt. But... you're on the right track still. Fucking is like a tier list; it changes when there's power creep," he explained. The man would go on to pull Sakura back until she was fully horizontal, at which point he'd be looming over her body face-to-face. Her hair had been bundled and stretched out at the top of her head, still firmly in his grasp as his cock remained between her breasts. She had a free mouth for another moment. What would he do with that? Well, he had to fill it with something. What he decided was to give Sakura a more direct sample of his mana. Saliva pooled in his mouth, and through pursed lips would dribble down toward hers. At the same time, his unoccupied hand was reaching behind him to locate Sakura's folds and press fingers firmly between and around.

Habakiri had tested this lad and he'd passed, what he got for it wouldn't be something immediate, it could be an investment in his future. Meanwhile, Kaguya mentioned it as he sat back down and it seemed the lad was far too nice for his own good. In exchange she chuckled and explained the situation from the girl's perspective. She had a special view of it, especially as someone who got hit on routinely. "There was a test. You passed when you didn't take that second picture or press for more after being given a specific boundary... and likely passing will get you more of what you want, if it comes down to it. That's the way this sort of thing works in general~" Kaguya mentioned seemingly amused. "I should say that girl gave the specific one on purpose but many do similar things without fully thinking through the reasons. It's a trust thing... oh and for the record," she said her own grin widening. "If she'd been less emotionally mature, can't call her stable, instead of holding you at knife point she would have been crying~" she added. "Keep an eye on the signs, Zuko-sama♥~" Kaguya mentioned as they playfully returned to their regularly scheduled afternoon, which included Kei, staring a hole through the side of Kaguya's face. In the meantime, that son of Kaguya's was busy confronting that same woman for completely different reasons. She'd asked him what was wrong with him and got a spiel about him being a good Samaritan. His words made her frown at him distinctly and another of those twitches came forward. "No. You're a stray, trying to weasel their way into something they don't fully understand," she said staring the man down. "Good deeds don't go unpunished here..." she claimed in a very straightforward manner. "Those are my favorite sunglasses by the way," she added, specialty pickups were hard to come by. "You don't act like a dog. Nor do you look like the type to understand your place as one... Too many questions, too many ambitions, to behave properly. It is only going to get you or someone else killed in the meantime," she said quickly. A text was being crafted and sent. "There was a mishap, I have a stray who wants to follow me home." that was all it was, and in a few seconds a beep would let her know something. "Take a picture of your dress and the stray. Send both to me."

Meanwhile, Sakura was gathering more information. This orange haired man seemed to have quite a lot to say about various things she mentioned. She'd gotten a fucking just recently according to him, and she could agree to some extent. The purely physical aspects of her most recent experiences were ones which she was willing to say counted as fucking between something closer to equivalent beings. But she didn't see it the same way simply because she made the choice to be the lesser of those two beings. In this case, her placement was no choice of her own presently but a matter of her existence by comparison. "Hm, I understood that... I was just thinking something similar," she mused. Still there was the matter of her body being laid over that table. Her hair still being grabbed and rough fingers now pressing into her folds even as a tool stayed lodged between her breasts. There was saliva being pooled in the mouth above hers, she'd open her mouth to accept it, as she moaned contentment. Nothing about this situation seemed comparable to others, but that didn't stop the fact that his fingers were meeting hot wet folds, nor did it change the fact that she was opening her mouth to spit drained directly into it. She didn't know why but she found this entire thing to be a new form of sexual activity. It seemed so full of something... and she liked it. She didn't have the vocabulary currently to describe it, but it felt, heated.

As Kazu seated himself, he acquired the details of the test he'd apparently been put to moments before. He wasn't sure what he thought about being subjected to such a thing, but as Kazuhiko would always remain himself, and considering the types of people who were now dead in a bin somewhere... he could consider himself content to pass. "That sounds unnecessarily complicated. I don't know whose fault that whole system is, but I don't like that guy," he complained. Moving on, Kaguya explained the similarities between Habakiri's reaction and that of the more 'normal' types who would be in tears instead. Kazu thought it was strange of her to bring that topic back, but he couldn't fault her for just pointing out something relevant when it appeared. "Noted, but don't tell me you're gonna be another 'always lecturing' type. I don't think my brain can handle that again," he said while looking at the board for his game against Ai.

Soma being a Good Samaritan was argued. Habakiri thought he was more akin to a dog gone stray into a field he couldn't understand. And so, he'd see the ignorance of humanity. It couldn't be explained to someone like Habakiri that he was born for this behavior in a manner far more literal than assassins linked to the family business. Well... it was also his family's business, in all technicality. He'd let that topic rest, choosing first to address Habakiri's comment on good deeds. "Is that so? Then I'll fit right in. Punish me," he challenged before sipping her tea once again and, oddly enough, extending the straw to her. "I'm far from a dog. Dogs are disgusting little things subservient to whatever they view as bigger than themselves, never thinking of becoming greater and taking down their owners. Between the two of us, you're more of a dog than I am..." he said. As if on cue, Habakiri was in a short text exchange with her owner. Soma took the time of her reading to step closer, as if his plan was to have a direct, unconcerned look at her screen. "Is that your master, little pup? What does she have to say about me?" he asked. After their previous exchange, Soma was certain the one in charge was a woman. All he needed now was the final confirmation, and then... a door that could be flung open.

Meanwhile, Sakura's current partner was gradually taking things up a notch. She didn't take any issue with receiving liquid mana from his mouth directly to hers as it cascaded down, even moaning upon receiving it. Sakura did always have the quickest turnabout of the bunch; it was a given that she'd adjust easily to such unorthodox behavior. Since she already had some expectations of the coming moments, he decided not to waste any time. Three long fingers would be pressing her entrance as the saliva trail's final remnants fell into Sakura's mouth. If she managed to swallow that densely-packed mana, she may even find herself experiencing a different form of enlightenment ─ more akin to the feeling of being lost in space, he figured. "Swallow that for starters. Happy cocoon day, Saku♥~"

Kazuhiko was given an understanding of his interaction with the woman known as Habakiri. Even so, after a moment or two of consideration Kazuhiko seemed to accept this logic as it was though he expressed distaste for the practice and whoever was the start of it. "Blame the fuckboys. Still it isn't even foolproof as a method. Liars will pretend for extended periods of time to manipulate people into doing what they want. It's a complex issue..." Kaguya said while shrugging. And even though her tone was light, there as a certain bitterness to those words, one of experience still a little to fresh on the surface. Of course, this was only the start of a conversation as Ai and Kazu seemed content to continue their match the idea that Kaguya might be the always lecturing type. "Iia, I don't always lecture. That's just so you know why I'm shoving you when you take a firm hand to the back. I can't imagine 300 years dealing with the string of crazy caused by niceness~" Kaguya mentioned, which would only be chuckled at by Ai. "Basically, Kaya-tan isn't the type to clean up after you if you leave a mess of some girl's feelings. She'll throw you into the situations you create after she's given you what she calls the ample adjustment period. I type her the pushy bestie/deuteragonist by challenge~" Ai mentioned as if the words spoken by Kaguya weren't clear enough. "Mi-chama says she's invasive!~" Chika chimed seeming to have finally given up on blocking the little girl's sight and ears.

Meanwhile, Habakiri was busy doing something she'd not done in literal years. Reporting an oddity of her work because of outside interference. She'd told the lad good deeds didn't go unpunished and she'd meant it. Drawing attention to yourself in this prefecture was a dangerous thing to do. Between the Yakuza, the family of Assassin's that lived here and the government life was a delicate balance. "Working on it," she claimed about punishing him. Still she'd be leaning into her cup and sniffing it. "Yeah, no... not drinking on a job." she said having the straw of her tea tainted by what smelled like alcoholic spirits was not on her list of things to consume today. Still this boy's logic was far from normal. He'd all but admitted he was planning something. Dreams of domination were not hers to entertain, but her upbringing wouldn't have allowed her that desire. What made her happy was something else entirely. "Doll, not dog. Difference is small but very important. Or I guess... puppet, I have strings and the person holding them is specific about my movements..." she reiterated. "The world doesn't revolve around you... most of this is about me," she said, the screen itself was a chat with 'Boss' but that made sense, the directions presented were important. She lifted her phone not to block view but to take a picture of the entirety of her body and then took a step back intending to take another of Soma. "Pictures, one of me, and one of you... that is all." whatever he took from that information she didn't care. The outcome of that any arguments potentially presented would have to be taken into account.

Meanwhile, every moment was increasing what was happening between Sakura and her partner. Unorthodox behavior didn't register as such to Sakura, she found it heated in a way that made her want to experience more of it. By the time she had saliva trailing into her mouth she had three fingers slipping into her entrance. She gasped at the weight but also at the taste fo what was in her mouth. It was so much more than it appeared as well. It was mana more densely packed than should been possible. Digesting it, would be quite the undertaking even with full access to her mind body and soul. "That's exciting. Though that's unfair, you know my name and I don't know yours...." she mentioned pointing out with a touch of childishness the lack of fairness in this exchange. Her legs were opening to accommodate, her body relaxing against the table, she was being made open and receptive even as she thought of the purity and concentration of the mana she was trying to swallow in her own mouth. It needed to be broken down, dissolved and then ingested.

Kazuhiko wouldn't be concerning himself with the 'fuckboys' Kaguya kept talking about, nor their apparently varied methods of approach. His methods were his own, and would continue to be so. Of course, that included dealing with those who encroached upon the personal space of his comrades, as always. As for Kaguya's lecturing or whatever it was to be called, it was apparently just a qualifier. His partner for the ongoing game gave further detail, but once again... it wasn't something he'd concern himself with at this exact moment. "Oh great, another one of those. I know some people you'll get along with swimmingly," he commented. With that, his focus returned to the board that he now had to relearn the setup of after all those shenanigans.

Habakiri did intend to punish Soma for whatever misbehavior she perceived from him. Oh well; she was free to assume whatever possibilities she thought of. When offered a sip of her own boba tea, she turned it down... claiming she wouldn't drink on a job. How interesting, Soma thought. "Oh?" he asked as if excited. With that, he removed the straw and lid, wafting the cup in front of the woman's face. "There's no alcohol here. It's exactly what you had before," he specified. Still, it was worth noting that Habakiri could smell his influence on the straw. She'd make a good dog after all... or rather a good doll as she called herself. "From dog to doll is a downgrade. At least dogs have autonomy. You could easily make the cut as something else if you wanted," he mused. Moving on, the exchange Habakiri had with her boss was one that demanded pictures. She took one of herself and spoke of one featuring Soma as well... interestingly without confirming his gender-based assertion. Soma wouldn't let that picture be taken as it was, however. He kept moving, intending to take his place over Habakiri's shoulder. A flash of an empty hand and the one holding that cup was given just to prove he was unarmed, apart from that box he'd just let fall to the ground in that same motion. "One of you, one with me. Since the world revolves around you today, you should also be in this one... right?" With that said, Soma would be preparing himself for a picture. The sunglasses atop his head were pulled down just enough to show over his eyes, one of which was cheekily closed in the moment.

Cocoon day was exciting to Sakura. He figured most mysteries were, even at this point in her life. She'd make one hell of a soul soup regardless, but that line of forward thinking would really help her along during the digestion process. Of course, for everything that helped, there had to be something to add difficulty. The man's cock was in perfect position for something he'd hold off on for just a few more moments, even as his hips thrusted to keep stroking between her breasts. "Of course I know your name. You know mine too, but... maybe it's not time for that yet. I've got a few. Ajax, Tartaglia, Childe, Caeli... the list goes on. How's that sample going?" he asked just before a forward thrust placed his glans right atop Sakura's chin. In that moment, those fingers moved roughly within her. He'd wait until the moment her mouth opened next to loose a tidal wave of ejaculate across the girl's face, popping his tip between her lips to pour out a more direct drink only after the initial burst spread out. "Oh, whoops!♥ I accidentally tipped the bottle~"

As Kazuhiko became a bit more acquainted with the newer additions his friend group, a bit of clarification from Ai as she sat across from him seemed to bring about the idea that Kaguya would have friends among his existing friend group. "Oh I know... Mi-chan said so too. I'm looking forward to it~" she claimed as if it was the most amusing thing ever. In truth, she simply didn't see the point in skipping over important things. "Don't take that too personally, she can't help but poke at things that make themselves obvious to her," Ai said, but oddly enough that wasn't just Kazuhiko she was talking to, no... she'd seen Kei's pouting face. And Kaguya wasn't just the proper deuteragonist to Miko, she held that title for anyone who didn't act as impulsively as she did. All the while, Kei nodded and scoffed only to go back to planning. Her choice in actions were right by her own approximation, she'd simply have to make sure she executed when Miko returned to work herself into the perfect position for expressing her feelings in a more mature way.

While one girl plotted for a blooming moment, another was dealing with a problem she'd not expected. She'd turned down sipping from her own drink because it appeared to be spiked. His excited utterance made it appear something caught his eye about her actions. With the drinks lid removed and the smell wafting from it being more normal her brows furrowed in gentle confusion. "You gotta lay off the sauce. It's way too early for that kind of drinking..." she mused. Still she took a sip from her own cup, she'd bought it for a reason after all. "That kind of logic is only true if this isn't an actual metaphor or reference for something else. I like what I am, and I don't want anything else... I am simple like that," she explained of that oddity. As for the picture of herself, she'd taken it and sent it immediately, as proof that she didn't go against anything she'd been told to do today. The picture which was to included the stray or stowaway was one which he seemed to alter himself for just a bit, dropping the case, and once it was all set up it was taken and sent. "Doesn't matter, if more specific instructions come they are followed but it usually isn't about that," Habakiri mentioned. Only a second after that photo was delivered did another message popup. "I have time today." That was it, the entire message with so much weight that nothing else would matter. A sigh escaped Habakiri. "Welp, come on. Can you drive at least, doing it in heels is annoying," she mumbled.

At the same time, mysterious things were indeed interesting to Sakura. Like that saliva she was trying to break down, or this man's lack of name. As she worked through one thing, she seemed to gain a different kind of sensation in her body. It was almost like she was separate and floating. Ah, but wasn't she actually laying on a table with a man aggressively fingering her? Yeah, that sounded more right but... still her body was trying its best to keep up as her mind moved on. "That's a lot of names for a single person... Jaxu~" she chose her form of address with little to no extra thought. Like the name choice simply slipped out from some unknown place in her mind. Ah but there was another problem, her body was being used still and eventually a spillage would occur down the front of her face. When it did her open mouth would find itself full as the tip of a cock was soon found there as well. The suction applied was a natural effect of circumstance. But the aim to clear would have way more of that going into her body than it could ever process. Her mind knew it was too much but... it wasn't available to help currently, especially not with a spill happening either way. It was a nice sensation if nothing else, even as her throat seemed to be too full, almost bulging with spunk, she'd be incapable regularly helping. She needed to think, to digest, to... process.

Things were becoming more normal within the card shop. Outside, however, nothing could be considered as such. Soma had goals to meet ─ as was always the case. Habakiri was gaining his interest more and more after she detected hints of alcohol that didn't exist in any true form. "I've never had a drink in my life," Soma replied with marked honesty. As for whether she counted as a dog or a doll, Soma saw little point in debating the importance. Either way, she lived a life that was either pitiful... or exactly the sort of thing he needed. "So you want to follow someone's orders exclusively for the rest of your life, killing when told and being forced into specific methods to boot? I might like that," he muttered. None of that mattered for now either, though. Soma had to meet this 'boss' she answered to, whether by force or invitation. Another message from that very person led to Habakiri asking if he could drive. "You'd rather have someone you think is drunk drive you around instead of doing it with heels, or taking the heels off?" he asked rhetorically. Regardless, he'd be reaching out to collect that box of knives, taking only two from it for his own later use. "Let's go. Don't expect me to lift you in so you can avoid stubbing your precious little toes," he demanded while moving toward the driver's seat. Obviously, he'd be learning how to drive on the fly today. "Which way?"

The number of names possessed by the man Sakura called 'Jaxu' was indeed quite high, and in fact much higher than he let on. The way he saw things though, it wasn't that his name count was high. "You have very few names for a single person. You should catch up," he countered. With that, he'd sprayed the girl's face with spunk just to earn the visual. What he deposited into her mouth thereafter was a bit more than necessary, seemingly more than she could swallow presently as well... yet still, he kept it going. "Hmm. It's missing something. You should start wearing mascara~" he suggested. Such a thing would have left marks on her face from those earlier tears, finishing the view he now had with a nice little contrast. Oh well; there was a long future ahead for them. For now, he slowly slid back, letting the proverbial river flow over Sakura's face, neck, chest and abdomen during a long retreat. "Having trouble keeping up already?" he asked. This was never meant to be an easy transition. What he gave Sakura was more than even she should be capable of handling by design, all for the sake of ensuring her process saw many a hurdle. He expected difficulty, and would keep subjecting her to more of that mana until he confirmed it. Whenever that confirmation came, fingers would be jerked away from her entrance, replaced swiftly and deeply with that still-spewing dick ─ the very same tool that would immediately begin pumping even greater quantities into her womb via pressurized release from its entryway.

While shop life went back to relative normalcy, but the people outside were not quite normal. According to this lad, he'd never drank a day in his life, then why did her straw smell like more alcohol than a bar? Well, there were lots of different kinds of alcohol, but it lacked the minty smell which would have made her assume mouthwash. She supposed it would have been fair to assume a line of some sort lie, but he didn't have any normal ticks associated with lies or untruths. "This whole group is just weird. I swear he owes me for making me deal with this..." she uttered under her breath. Meanwhile, this lad seemed to think she was following orders exclusively, that wasn't it exactly. "iia, I am not simply killing when told and following orders for the rest of my life. I have more terms than that... I'm not a robot... well, not any more at least," she said specifically. Regardless of this point a rhetorical one was made after her text was received. "Well, being barefoot in a car is gross... and I wasn't dressed to do my own stuff today and since you got rid of the muscle it's easier of you do it. Besides, just because you've been drinking doesn't necessarily mean you're sloshed, I could drink half my body weight in alcohol and still drive..." she explained. As for getting her into the van. "I really think you have the wrong idea here," she said frowning slightly. She could have gotten in and out of the van, but she simply didn't want to while also wearing such a form fitting dress. Here and now she grabbed her box of knives noting that he'd taken two and shook her head. "Down this street three blocks and take a left..." she stated as she climbed into the passenger seat and buckled in.

Sakura was apparently the one who needed to catch up in the naming department. Maybe that was true, as she thought about it currently, she was Saku, Saku-chan and Passionlip and Butterfly. Given her age and general disposition this wasn't a long list it just wasn't short either. While her mind pondered and floated her body tried and failed to swallow, her skin couldn't quite absorb enough either. It was like trying to break down something on multiple fronts, she was simply having a problem managing it properly. It was actually odd considering she normally had no problem breaking down anything she took in. It was burning a bit or maybe it jsut felt too big? Too heavy, like food that didn't agree with someone's stomach settling wrong. There was also the matter of mascara. Whatever that was had to be added to her growing list of questions for the other girls. When asked if she was having trouble keeping up already her head shook but, it seemed to be reflexive. Her eyes were moving but her brain seemed to be somewhere else. There were so many questions, so many new sensations, so much to process. She still haven't even figured out what she didn't know about herself and her body seemed to be failing under this new pressure. But it wasn't just that either. She was also being entered properly rather swiftly by something which made her body quiver. She felt a tightness that was just the wrong side of uncomfortable. It didn't make sense and while she was busy thinking about it, another part of her mind became occupied and as such her body was left once more to try and work. Digesting, absorbing and trying to accommodate a dick with more mass than even she was used to it was too much. And that pressurized release was only adding to the problem. Her belly was distending rather suddenly as absorbing internally became something that barely functioned. She felt overfull for the first time in her young life. How was she supposed to cope. Well, she added that to her thought processes too, but... her mind was only further drifting... Where was she? What was going on... a sudden weight had her feeling like she was falling or was she rising instead?