You're sitting at a café, with your uncle - George. For years, he has been your and your sister's legal guardian, as both of your parents have passed away in very odd accidents. He has called you here for a reason - "something important" he had told you, and now you're both seated one in front of an other, each of you with a chocolate milkshake, in awkward silence.

"...Son." he eventually said. "There is something you must know."

You look upwards to him, holding the cup firmly.

"I'm about to tell you something that might sound very weird, and I want you to believe me." he said. You nod.

"Your sister is... Different. She's important. Very important. And there are people who want to take her away from you, us, everybody."

"Who are they?" you mutter.

"I believe that they're the same people who killed your parents. Remember these names, son: Tzeentch, Slaanesh, Nurgle and Khorne. They're the name of the... Criminal groups that are after her. And you. " he then took you hand, and looked at you straight in the eyes. "I want you to keep her safe. Because of them, I have to leave - but it's for your protection. Until I return, I want you to be in charge of the house, and take care of everything. You'll have the money you need in the bank, as always. Buy food, do well in school, and be responsible. You will live alone, and all will be pretty much the same - but without me. Can you do that for your old man?"

You stammer, and hold your cup harder. "For how long will you be away?"

"I don't know." he replied, with an expression of doom. "I want you to be ready for that scenario too. You won't be able to call, or e-mail me either. I'll be gone. Completely."

(Cont.)

"I don't know." he replied, with an expression of doom. "I want you to be ready for that scenario too. You won't be able to call, or e-mail me either. I'll be gone. Completely."

"I can't!" you exclaim, looking downwards.

"Son! You can!" he said, raising your chin. "You're a capable, wonderful son. Please. I believe in you."

Small tears travel down your cheeks. You walk up, next to dad, and for the first time in a long time, you hug him.

"Okay Dad. Take care. I'll be in charge." you tell him, as you ease yourself out.

"Ah - *sniff* - alright son. Maya already knows about this too." he replies.

"Ah, and before I leave." he says. "This is important. I know you perhaps already know this, but I want to make it extra clear. Don't trust...

(Cont.)

Choose two Chaos Gods that have had the most influence over Maya's birth. You may select only one option too.

>Tzeentch: Maya is quite the gaming nerd, and a bit of an eccentric. She loves maths and technology as well - but games overall. Scheming, planning and calculating are all a second nature to her. In her activities of choice, she is pretty much the person with the most influence in the local metagame, even if most people don't know it, and internet famous for figuring out certain exploits or loopholes. She's also a bit weird, liking to write down cheat-sheets of her games on her body, or spontaneously laughing out loud as she suddenly realizes a new combo in her absent-mindedness.

>Slaanesh: Maya has certain, extreme niche fetishes, and an oversexualized body - god knows how her breasts are growing to be each day more freakishly enormous while her waist remains so thin. Her face is also extremely beautiful, yet she doesn't seem to appreciate it as much as many others do. She's often flirted with, but she seems to not care for the most part about that, or other boys altogether for that matter (except you, for some reason). For her, true beauty lies within the oppai lolis, the futa imoutos and the yuri tentacle rape she spends so most nights browsing, drawing, and writing stories about.

(Cont, with Khorne and Nurgle.)

>Khorne: Maya loves sports. Specially the more violent ones, she's quite the tomboy in that sense. She's one of the top sports players at your school, and she's famous for being repeatedly given red cards for foul language and violence. She does have a caring yet ruthless side for you - and don't get in the way of her and her whey. She aims for strength, power, and the utter destruction of her opponents via physical might, in a very competitive way. Physical activities aside, she does like playing videogames, especially the more gorey ones, chili, and loud music.

>Nurgle: Maya is extremely obese, lazy, a slob, but fun to be with, and charming. When she's not eating burgers, she's sleeping. When she's not sleeping, she's not tidying up after her mountains of filth. When it's not any of the above, she's cooking, and asking how your day has been while ignoring the stench that her room permanently exudes and seems to permeate the whole house. Despite her lack of basic hygene and leg-shaving, she's got a loveable, warm and motherly personality. She'll give you consolation you need, she'll tell you everything is OK, and she'll always have that sweet, uplifting, rosy-cheeked smile for you for when you need it most.

kgo

Slaanesh and Tzeentch

>>40201932
Tzeentch and Khorne.

She'd probably be writing all the plays for her team.

>>40201973
>>40201932
Khorne and Slaanesh.

>>40202049
>>40202079
>>40202078
Well.
I'm glad we came to a decision so quick: Nurgle a worst.

>>40202079
This

Tzeentch, Tzeentch

>>40201932
>>Tzeentch:
>Slaanesh

>>40202079
YES.

>>40201973
>>40201932
Khorne!

>Slaanesh
>Tzeentch

>>40202078
That

>>40201932
Tzeentch

>>40201973
So, so far we have a total of 6 Tzeentch, 4 Khorne, and 4 slaanesh

>>40202079
Seconding.

COWTITS SLAANESH

>>40202079
Fucking hell yes

>>40202316
>>40202340
>>40202342
And with this, Tzeentch/Slaanesh wins

Writing.

>>40202363
Our sister is tg/ personified.

>>40202363
Missed one: >>40202350
We're Slaanesh 7, Khorne 6 and Tzeentch 6.

I'll throw in my vote for Slaanesh/Khorne though to tip that.

>>40202384
Ah, but the poster count didn't increase.

There's some intense samefagging in here.

>>40202401
Course it didn't. There's been some intense samefaggotry all around though, no idea which is a true vote or not

>>40202401
Well, if that one didn't then this one will. Voting for Slan/Khorn!

>>40202079
Third...Fourthan?

>>40202441
>>40202363

Tzeentch and Slaanesh already won

>>40202486
Well, OP miscounted so...

>>40201973
Nurgle and Tzeentch

"Don't trust Uncle Zen and Auntie Sally." he tells you. "They're... Part of this. Not in a good way."

You nod.

"Ok son." Pops tells you. "I'm off now." and he gives you a hug, and you hold him back, for a while. You'll miss him, so much.

---*---

You reach back home, and enter the key into the door, and crank it open like you've done so many times before. But this time, Dad wouldn't be here. Just you and Maya.

You step inside, down the old hallway, to the living room, finding Maya there with a table full of red, rather brute-looking miniatures of her current army of a certain fantasy war game, painting each carefully with a small brush (seated sideways to accommodate her rather freakishly huge front). She did have a knack for art. But today, she didn't seem engaged and cheerful - she was just stroking paint without much intent or technique. Just stroking to stroke.

"Hello, Maya." you said, as you looked around her work. "Dad isn't coming back for a while, now is he?"

She doesn't reply.

Then, slowly she starts to sniffle.o

"...*snff* Hm-hm." she muttered, continueing to stroke. "...Yes. *snff*"

>Hug her, tell her it's going to be OK. Give her a kiss on top of her head and hold her tight.
>Tell her to be strong, like dad, and endure, as you grab her hand. Together, you can both surpass this circumstance.
>Ask her why she is painting right now, and if you can help her out with it.

>Write in your name

You may always >Write in too, even if I forget to add it.

>>40202886
>>Hug her, tell her it's going to be OK. Give her a kiss on top of her head and hold her tight.

>Olly

>>40202914
This

>>40202886
>>Hug her, tell her it's going to be OK. Give her a kiss on top of her head and hold her tight.

>>40202914
Gonna have that be Oliver if that's ok. Maya can call you Olly as an affectionate nickname.

>>40202886
>>Write in your name
Ellie
>Hug her, tell her it's going to be OK. Give her a kiss on top of her head and hold her tight.

>>40203029
I was thinking Ollanius but w/e

>>40202886
>>Tell her to be strong, like dad, and endure, as you grab her hand. Together, you can both surpass this circumstance.
Seconding Olly.
Maybe a nickname for Oliver?

>>40203047
Ellie is good

>>40203049
Too obvious and out of place.
In-jokes should be a little more low-key.

>>40203047
Sure, seconding

>>40203047
Yeah, this but only if futa

Protagonist is already canonically male, sorry.

>>40203120
>>40203047
Fuck yes.

>>40203120
Yes yes yes

>>40203141
You're running a quest about a girl made from Tzeentch, you should be ready for a little change

>>40203156
>>40203162
>>40203182
shit posters fuck off back to d.

>>40203182
>>40203141
This. Change it up please OP

>>40203235
Fuck off cunt.

>>40203050
Got my vote.

You walk up and hug her from behind, wrapping your arms over her shoulders and you rest your head on hers for a moment. "It's going to be OK, Maya." you tell her, in a calm, nearly whispering voice. Then you kiss her head, and you hold her tight. "I'm here. We can both make it through."

She nodded, and hummed a soft, affirmative "Hm-hm.", and then rubbed her head backwards into you for a bit. "I feel better now." she said, and then rose her arms to hold your head, and she rubbed her face into yours, then released.

"Dad will be back soon." she said, and started to continue painting, but a bit happier now. "He will."

You sit down next to her on the table, and simply watch her do her thing. "Is this is the army you're going to bring to the tournament?" you ask. Technically, you both shared the same army and miniatures - those dudes where yours too, but she painted them better, so you let her be. And this tournament was her turn to play.

"Yeah Olly." she said, and then went and grabbed a small, fiendish looking commander with an angry face. "This guy is you by the way, just really constipated."

You chuckle. "These new guys" you point to a series of unpainted men "How are they? You haven't tried them out and you're taking them already?"

She stops and then gives you a smug smile. "I don't need to try them out. I just need maths, Olly." you shrug. "By the way, Olly." she continued. "I'm going to go in disguise again."

Ah, disguises. You remember that she tended to go in them when she went to the nerdy stuff in public - and doing it was a combination of art, social skills and deception she pulled off really well. Her lashes were too long, her skin too perfect and her lips too plump to be taken seriously by the hoards of overenthusiatic virgins that plagued those event. Her bust was an even more serious issue.

"Which one should I go in, though?" she wondered, then smiled. "...Do you want a disguise too?"

(Cont.)

Choose a disguise for yourself. You're not too much of an actor though, so it might be better just to act a role than dress in something - if you even anything of that at all.
>Just go as her brother.
>Go as her friend
>Write in a very simple disguise.

Maya's disguise
>Overweight girl. Helps conceal the her sharp contrast between her bust, waist and hips with padding in the middle, and along a set of glasses, makeup to lower her facial beauty and a snarky, annoying attitude, she's good to go.
>Overweight guy. With a fatsuit, a latex mask and some voice training, Maya can pass for a rather androgynous young man, who's pretty fat. She'll have practically full guy-protection while she is in this suit, but it's the hardest to pull off.
>Write in a disguise for Maya

>Write in anything else.

>>40203629
>>Overweight girl. Helps conceal the her sharp contrast between her bust, waist and hips with padding in the middle, and along a set of glasses, makeup to lower her facial beauty and a snarky, annoying attitude, she's good to go.
>Just go as her brother.

>>40203629
>Write in a very simple disguise.
Her boyfriend.
>Write in a disguise for Maya
Herself. No one will mess with us.

>>40203629
>Overweight girl. Helps conceal the her sharp contrast between her bust, waist and hips with padding in the middle, and along a set of glasses, makeup to lower her facial beauty and a snarky, annoying attitude, she's good to go.
For us:
>go as her brother
>wear a fedora, pencil in a neck beard, and wear a fat suit.

What's the game?
Battle-sword 4k?

Also, what do we look like and how old are we/our sister?

>>40203743
This

>>40203629
>Her friend
>Overweight girl

"Overweight girl" you suggest.

"Yeah, time to be Miss Grumps again, aha!" she said. "Maybe you don't appreciate it, but the disguises are so much fun!"

---*---

After lunch, and a snack, you start to help your sister into her suit. She's in the bathroom, as you're on her bed, waiting with the rest of the costume. "What's taking you so long?" you yell, towards the door.

"The... Bra won't close!" she yells back.

"Get the bigger spare we got from the custom bra place - you remember which, yes?" you reply.

"This *is* that bigger spare!"

You sigh, and knock on the door. "Let me in." you say. Then, silently, the door opened, with your sister showing her back, with a towel held her front and still in regular pants which she filled more than designed in the rear. From here, you could see her rather odd waist - it was far more narrow and inwards-curving than anyone you've seen before, without the aid of a corset, that is. And there, the two ends of the bra were woefully a smidge from each other, which you took, pulled as your sister held her breath, and you closed it. "We'll have to buy more - again." you mention.

"...Pants too." she added, tugging on her behind, making it jiggle as she released it.

---*---

After she trimmed her outstandingly long eyelashes significantly shorter and made her blushy, shiny skin a bit more opaque with makeup, together, you exitted and left towards the gaming shop - called Nostromo. You waited at the bus stop, as your sister, in a fairly nasal voice told you things, teasingly, but to practice her character, like "Your husbando isa shit." and "Your army needs more ranged units"

You got on the bus, and sat in the back, and left the box with miniatures on your lap. The next stop, someone familiar got on.

(Cont.)

>>40204611
>someone familiar
Aunt Sally!

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Uncle Zen.

You didn't know much about him - he was intentionally very secretive. Always avoiding questions and evading with playful humor. He seemed to have a briefcase with him as well - and he was approaching.

"Why...Hello there, Olly, Maya." he said, seeing through her disguise immediately, without flinching. He always seemed to know things, even if you hided them.

"It's been a while since we've seen each other." he added. It's been years, Dad always tried to prevent him from meeting us. "How have things been?" he continued, coming closer

>"Fuck off, Uncle Zen."
>Remain silent, and ignore him.
>"Sorry, who are you?"

>Write in

>>40204721
>Write in
They've been alright. Just going to a tournament.
How about you?

Friendly, but apprehensive.

>>40204721
They've been.

Also fitting pick for Tzeentch.

>>40204782
Agreed. Your sister's the brains after all, if being friendly's really so bad she'll surely stop you.

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"They've been alright. Just going to a tournament." you say. Maya simply remains still, paralyzed. She didn't have your confidence to go and confront someone like him straight out in the open - especially not after blowing her disguise out of the water just like that. She was intimidated.

"How about you?" you add, forcing a rather convincing smile.

"A tournament?" he says, feinting surprise. It was like he was mocking you. "It isn't Battle-Sword 4k, now is it? No... That would be such a coincidence!"

You hold your poker face. "Would it?"

"I'm in it too!" he then replied. It caught you off as weird - people like him typically didn't go to events like those. It was like he was going just for the fun of it - unless he has something else in mind.

"Interesting." you reply, hoping to wait out the busride. Soon enough, you reached your stop.

"Ah, we must go have a drink - retake contact, you know. We're family." Zen says, trying to prevent you from leaving so soon. "Just a soda, for good old times. We've got a good half an hour before it begins" he smiled. "We could win this tournament - together." he chimed in.

>Go with him, but without caving into his bullshit.
>Don't go with him, write-in an excuse
>Ditch going to the tournament at all

>Write in

>>40205281
>>Don't go with him, write-in an excuse
Sis plays individually and she needs prep time to maximize the army's potential. I appreciate the offer though. Perhaps later?

>>40205329

>>40205329
This

>>40205281
>Battle-sword 4k
I'm... Actually kind of flattered.

So, on a scale from 1 to keikaku, how Tzeentch is sis?

also, is incest one of her /d/eviancies?

>>40205820

You're her stepbrother, it's in the OP. Not blood related.

>>40205852
The point still stands.
It's even more prominent, now.
And, no, I'm not talking about my erection.
Maybe.

>>40205820
Her tastes also involve lolis, futas, and yuri rape. And it's stated she actively doesn't care about other boys. (Other than you)

>>40205945
So... Yes?

>>40205281
So is Uncle Zen Tzeentch?

"Sis plays individually and she needs prep time to maximize the army's potential." you say, looking back at her. She was stiff, holding her knees, and staring at the ground. "I appreciate the offer though. Perhaps later?" you add.

He replies with a smile "Why, of course.". He swings off the upper bars, and out of the bus, with glee. You look at Maya, who is still stuck in her chair, and you hold her hand, and pull her out, leading her out the bus.

Once outside on the sidewalk, suddenly, you feel a soft kiss on your cheek - you look aside to find Maya blushing, looking at you, and then giving you another one in the same spot. "Let's go." she then blurted out with a small giggle, grabbing your hand and pulling you into the store. Zen didn't seem to be inside just yet - instead, it was mostly just the regular group of Battle-Sword 4k enthusiasts.

"Ah, Olly!" a rather large man said, waving from his chair towards you. You recognize him as Tim, one of the players here with a rather close relationship with the administration. "Is that... Grunhilda, yes?"

"Correct." Maya replied in her faux voice, straightening her glasses.

"I see." he added. "Well, get all up and ready, we're starting soon."

"Alright."

>>40205945
Wait, is she me?

>>40206090
... I honestly think that's why it was mentioned, but I'm not the op.
>>40206145
Probably.

---*---

The tournament started, with Zen standing out pretty hard. He was tall, classy, and completely out of place among the shirts and jeans nerds that populated the current area. Despite that, he did talk to person to person, with a very charming and calm demeanor. He seemed to know quite a lot about the game, so he clicked with some people very easily. Maya played "Grunhilda" very well, shutting down quickly most attempts to talk to her, taking a bit of sadistic, playful joy in doing so.

After a victory and a loss, it was time for Maya to play against Zen. She started to go stiff again, as Zen, with a smile, started to lay his army of only a single type of unit on the field.

"Ah, Grunhilda." he said, going with Maya's alter ego completely. "Let's have a good, fair match, shall we?"

Maya didn't reply, and started to robotically lay her pieces on the table as well.

>Help Maya lay the pieces, and let her play
>Comfort Maya, pinch her shoulders in a massage, then pat her twice there, and tell her she can do this.
>Tell Zen to be careful with Maya, she's really good at this.

>Write in.

Regardles of choice, roll 1d100 DC:60, to beat Zen. Best of first three.

Rolled 81 (1d100)

>>40206285
>>Comfort Maya, pinch her shoulders in a massage, then pat her twice there, and tell her she can do this.
He's just psyching you out

Rolled 93 (1d100)

>>40206285
>Comfort Maya, pinch her shoulders in a massage, then pat her twice there, and tell her she can do this.

Rolled 55 (1d100)

>>40206285
>Comfort Maya

>>40205820
Keikaku Dori mostly online. IRL, as per nerditude, she doesn't fare as well.

>>40205945
Along hyper, breast expansion, incest and all other kinds of /d/ things. She's got a passion for the exotic.

>>40206145
Uncle Zen is Uncle Zen

>>40206359
>breast expansion

I am not sure if I am comfortable with where this is going.

>>40206327
>>40206311
And we have the birth of a Battle-axe 4K champion.

Think why is Maya so afraid of Zen?

You pinch her shoulders, and massage her like a coach. "You go this, Grunhilda." you tell her. "Go get him."

She nods, and starts to play, still a bit rigid, but looser. The game goes well, as you observe how she plays the board properly, despite Zen's rather eccentric choice of an army. Soon, all of his units are eliminated, leaving him with just his smile.

"You've played well, Grunhilda." he said. "I'm confident you'll have a chance in the final, you've got my blessing."

After the match, there was an half-hour break. People went to get a quick snack, Zen just laid in a seat, resting with a hat over his head, and Maya took your hand and pulled you outside. You walked down the street, and she dragged you to a smaller, nearby alley.

"What is it, Maya?" you wonder.

Then she nearly jumped into you and gave you a hug. You could feel half of her upper flesh pressing into you, and the foam belly as well.

"...I need my recharge of Olly-power." she explained, playfully. "It's been helping me a lot recently - so let me be. It's bad to unplug while charging."

>"I need Maya-power too.", and hug her tightly, and cuddle. Follow her little game, let her be.
>Hug her tightly, stroke her hair, and kiss her cheeks - a more intense approach.
>"It's nice that you like my affection and such, but you need to cool down on it.". Try to reduce what's starting to go on here.

>Write in

>>40206869
>>"I need Maya-power too.", and hug her tightly, and cuddle. Follow her little game, let her be.
>>Hug her tightly, stroke her hair, and kiss her cheeks - a more intense approach.

>>40206869
>"I need Maya-power too.", and hug her tightly, and cuddle. Follow her little game, let her be.

>>40206869
>"I need Maya-power too.", and hug her tightly, and cuddle. Follow her little game, let her be.

>>40206869
You realize of course what's going to happen as this continues on.

>>40206913
That she is becoming dependent on us?

That is kind of cute, although not in the way OP's image is.

>>40206869
>"I need Maya-power too.", and hug her tightly, and cuddle. Follow her little game, let her be.

>>40206926
I feel more like we're establishing just how dependent on us she's always been.

>>40206913
Yes. And?

>>40206869
>It's bad to unplug while charging

Kind of adorable.

Where is the Tom girl side of her?

Where is the Kharne side?

>>40207059

She's Tzeentch/Slaanesh, hence the nerdiness and massive tits. No Khorne.

>>40207059
She's Slaan/Tzeench

>>40207059
Anon, we don't have an Uncle Ned.

>>40207149
>>40207134
Oh my bad. Keep on chugging good anons.

>>40207193
Wait.
Ken.
That one.

>>40207193
Ned is too smelly. But he would be the sweet one.

Ken always seems to make us fight.

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>>40204611
>"Your husbando isa shit."

You chuckled, then hugged her tightly. "I need Maya-power too" you tell her, and you lay your head on hers, allowing you to smell the sweet, nearly addicting scent of her hair. It was so soft too, as you gently rubbed into it, and she, in your arms, thwarted that quite soon by raising her own head, letting you both stick your faces cheek to cheek. Her skin was familiar, and as always so supple, warm and soft.

You decide to take a moment to release, but she holds you back with a tug. "Maya, the *time*" you chuckle. She stops, looks at her watch, and at you with a apologetic face, and stops insisting "Aaah. Heh. Sorry Olly."

You return to the store, both of you feeling great, and Maya continues on her conquest. Zen remains on the sidelines, watching her do what she was doing, and occasionally mentioning insightful observations about previous turns, causing him to gain quite a following.

Then you noticed. He was trying to pry himself into Maya's regular gaming group - his investment here wasn't to obtain anything right now - he wanted to stick around in the long run. You know Dad told you to be careful with him, and now that he's gone and Zen is back, you have strong reasons to suspect from him. Zen was a tricky man.

Then, at the end of the road, Maya reached the final, against a young kid called Tim. He wasn't a very known face around here, just a kid who sometimes came over, beat the crap out of most on the gaming table, then left, without saying much.

And it was time to go head to head.

-------------

I'm going to end it here, guys. It has been heaps of fun. I'll hang around for feedback, opinions and questions!

>>40208022
Liking it so far. Its cute even if it may and probably will get lewd.

>>40208022
It's an alright start. I'm interested to see where it goes.

>>40208022
Create a way to let us know when you are running next.

And I for one, would stay away from lewds.

>>40208061
I love to write cuddles and such, I'm not so much for gratuitous lewd. I can write about hug and kisses and holding hands for aaaaages.

However! If things get warmer, and there is a proper build up, lewd of the happy, lovey kind will definitely happen, but I definitely don't want it to be the focus.

And thank you!

>>40208103
Nice, thanks!

>>40208118
Like, a twitter? I'll see what I can do.

>>40208234
Thanks good DM.

Looking forward to the next thread.

Also let us know re: Twitter.

>>40201932

>Slaanesh: Maya has certain, extreme niche fetishes, and an oversexualized body - god knows how her breasts are growing to be each day more freakishly enormous while her waist remains so thin. Her face is also extremely beautiful, yet she doesn't seem to appreciate it as much as many others do. She's often flirted with, but she seems to not care for the most part about that, or other boys altogether for that matter (except you, for some reason). For her, true beauty lies within the oppai lolis, the futa imoutos and the yuri tentacle rape she spends so most nights browsing, drawing, and writing stories about.

>breasts are growing to be each day more freakishly enormous
>freakishly enormous

So, this or bigger? http://simg4.gelbooru.com//images/35/e2/35e21e87ad151fa62efb43b55c3071b0.gif?1810997

Badaboom: https://twitter.com/TurboTeddy

>>40208496
Thanks.

>>40208496
>https://twitter.com/TurboTeddy
Bookmarked.

Any idea when you are running next?

>>40208531
Friday, but no promises.

>>40208335
Sure, I wouldn't mind bigger if people are for it though.

This seems like just the right amount of lewd.

Just don't give her tits gravity.

>>40208673
>but no promises.
Not like we are paying for this or anything, thanks for the guess.

Also could you link the post he linked, I get a 403 error.

>>40208703
http://gelbooru.com/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=1810997

>>40208673
Yeah, no. Bigger would just be completely out of hand imo.

>>40208748
I could go with bigger

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>>40208748
Eh, I am going to pretend it is more around this size.

>>40208748
No bigger, please.

>>40208748
Pretty great as far as unreasonably big breasts go.

>>40208748
Smaller please.

>>40208748
Too big.

>>40208748
I come bearing teh tits.

http://gelbooru.com/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=2578964

http://gelbooru.com/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=2709922

And yes, its me m8. Hyper for life

>>40208931
Past my ability to rationalize.

>>40208748
Too big. At least go with somewhat plausible sizes.

>>40201823
Where is her mom?

And why is she not calling Tomoe-kun every five seconds?