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Tags: hyperbreasts, breast expansion, supernatural growth, nymphomania Continuing from Part 1 Alicia: The thing is, Freya—can I call you Freya? Officer Barker: No. Alicia: Ugh, well the thing is “Officer”, all of what I’ve told you so far was really just the honeymoon phase in all of this. The concerts and everything, that all happened weeks ago. I did continue after that to spend quite a lot of time seeking out places to get myself off—finding ways to insert me and my tits into crowded places and have my weird little perverted orgasms. I still loved to imagine what people must have been thinking about me as they inadvertently felt me up. But after a while, it wore off. I enjoyed the thrill of how public it all was, but it was just too impersonal. I never got the feedback or the reactions I wanted. People were just too ashamed. Also, there was another thing that complicated all of this for me. As you rightly pointed out earlier, my boobs didn’t stop growing

I sat and felt the cool leather in my back and under my arms. I have not sat so comfortably for a long time. My gaze was directed upwards, towards the starry sky. I saw little bright spots everywhere. Some were bigger, others smaller, but all were beautiful in their own way. They stood out against the black, slightly bluish background, which was interspersed with a shiny shimmer. Every now and then, bright rays of light rushed through my picture, leaving the glowing dots behind untouched. It filled me with calmness to see the stars moving so far above me and despite their huge distance to the earth, this world seemed to be just as close to me as never before. I felt as if I could stretch out my arm and pick every single star from the sky, hold it between my fingers and then hold it right in front of my eyes and look at it. It would feel warm, possibly blinding me, but it would make me feel that I was not just an insignificant tiny dot on the earth whose life played an insignificant

CONTENT WARNING: BLOOD. A man in a purple security guard uniform sits at his office chair, face glued to the tablet he holds in his hands. Sweat pours down his brow. He taps a few buttons, before putting it down and shining his flashlight down a long, dark corridor. He could've sworn he heard a noise. He sees nothing. So, he brings the tablet back up, and continues pressing buttons. He had only been working the night shift at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza for a few days now. The things he's seen... This was only his third night. But, he had gotten really good at fending off the animatronics. Put on the hollowed-out Freddy mask whenever an animatronic is near, use his flashlight to make Foxy go away, and wind up the music box in the Prize Corner to keep the Puppet from running loose. He remembered seeing the puppet once, on his orientation day. He remembered its tall, black, lanky body; its rosy red cheeks, and its unnerving open-mouth smile, coupled with its black, soulless eyes. Needless