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"writing": "CRASH!! \n\nWith one mighty boot, the pair of enormous wooden double doors burst inwards, splintering the fine mahogany that they’d been made of and taking one of them off its hinges completely.\n\nThe room ahead was big, long, and made entirely of stone. It was furnished as a typical medieval castle would be: big wooden beams supported the high, stone roof, a red carpet covered the whole floor and mounted suits of armour were set at intervals along the room. \n\nThere was also a sort of mezzanine running around the room, supported about 8 feet above the floor, and with doors leading to God knows where else…\n\nThe culprit of the doorway damage strode into the room and placed her hands on her hips. The bunnycoon was a day-glo combination of pink fur and green hair, and she was wearing a jet-black spandex t-shirt and shorts ensemble that highlighted the crack in her truly gigantic ass.\n\n“Alright, Von Zeppelin!” Red Razzle called out. “You know how this goes! You come out, I kick your ass and you go directly to jail!”\n\n“Oh dear, I haven’t ever heard [i]that[/i] before!”\n\nThe mocking voice echoed through the stone room, and, almost instinctively, Razzle knew exactly who it was, and where it was coming from…\n\n“[i]Von Zeppelin![/i]”\n\nUp and to her right was the villainous raccoon, as coy and mocking as ever, leaning on the railing of the mezzanine and leering down at her.\n\n“So, what – apart from your sexy legs – brings you to my castle? I take it you didn’t come here to stress-test my antique, Latverian mahogany doors?”\n\nRazzle turned to look up at him, and pointed.\n\n“Get down here, Von Zeppelin, and take your ass-whipping like a man!”\n\nVon Zeppelin laughed.\n\n“Oh Razz, you and I both know I’d enjoy that more than [i]you[/i] would!”\n\nRazzle huffed as Von Zeppelin splayed himself on the railing, completely at ease like a big cat on a tree branch, but she continued on with her heroic speech.\n\n“I’m giving you one more chance to [i]not[/i] get beaten up! Dazzle’s got most of your layabouts distracted, so you haven’t got anybody to run behind this time!”\n\nVon Zeppelin rolled his eyes.\n\n“Distracting my workforce isn’t anything to write home about, really; they’d be distracted by a passing butterfly.” \n\nThe malevolent raccoon flipped over, so that he was lounging on his back on the railing.\n\n“But if you [i]really[/i] wanted to distract them, you’d have her get those big blue melons out!”\n\nRazzle grit her teeth and clenched her fists, trying hard not to imagine what Von Zeppelin would look like without any of his teeth.\n\n“But I can see you’re a little irritated,” Von Zeppelin continued, examining his nails. “So I’ve arranged for someone to play with you to de-stress you!”\n\nHe clicked his fingers and gave a little whistle, as though trying to summon an Oompa-Loompa. Behind him, a figure came out of one of the doorways. \n\n“OK, Minion, you have the privilege of distracting slutbutt down there, whilst I prepare the secret weapon!”\n\n“Woooow, cheers, Boss…”\n\nThe figure then moved forward, and leapt over the railing, his long, black hair trailing behind him as he fell through the air, landing on both feet on the carpeted floor in front of Razzle.\n\nWith long, black hair, evergreen scales and a light blue Minion outfit, she recognised the Iron Python, yet another of Nori’s cast of colourful clowns that he called his Minions. He was quite thin, and appeared to have virtually no muscle. Razzle had seen more meat on a butcher’s pencil.\n\nDespite this, Razzle knew from experience that the Iron Python, as you would expect from a constricting species, had an absolutely [i]crushing[/i] grip that could legitimately dent metal.\n\nThe heroic bunnycoon regarded him for a second, her eyebrows raised witheringly, then turned back to face the mezzanine.\n\n“Getting your lackeys to fight your battles for you, Von Zeppelin? Those types of Bosses are the wor- Hey! Where’d you go?”\n\nThe raccoon had indeed vanished from his spot on the railing.\n\n“Oi, bitch-tits!”\n\nRazzle sighed, and turned back to face the snake. He had adopted a fighting stance, fists raised, looking far more cocky and confident than his skills gave him any right to be.\n\n“I know that ye were lookin’ tae giv the Boss a bit of an arse-pounding,” he said, a lecherous grin creeping onto his face. “But I’m gonna give ye a different arse-pounding altogether!”\n\n\n“3…2…1… ENGAGE!”\n\nIn the living room of the Hamilton household, a bunnycoon and a python leapt at each other on the surface of the large flatscreen TV that adorned the wall at the far end of the room.\n\nIn front of the enormous screen, there were two big black leather couches, and on each, there sat a teenaged fox. \n\nThe fox on the left-hand couch was Amanda Hamilton. She was a tall, powerfully-built 16-year-old vixen, the colour of mahogany, with a long, braided ponytail trailing down her back.\n\nThe fox on the right-hand couch was Tobias “Toby” Hamilton, Amanda’s “little” brother. His fur was a cool alpine white, with the only parts of his body coloured anything other than snowy-white were his little black nose and his icy-blue eyes.\n\nIt has to be said that Toby wasn’t actually any younger than his two sisters; he was merely smaller than them, thus his moniker of being their “little” brother.\n\nBut if you saw the rest of his family, you’d agree with that sentiment. Between his two pornstar-esque big sisters, his big, muscular father and the mountain range of T&A that was his mother, he did look slightly average in comparison.\n\nThe two of them were both clutching videogame controllers and focusing their attention on the TV in front of them.\n\n“Right, ‘mon then!” growled Amanda at the screen, as her chosen character, Red Razzle, leapt at Toby’s character, the Iron Python. Toby said nothing in reply, merely choosing to concentrate on the game.\n\nOnscreen, Razzle attempted a jumping roundhouse kick, but the Python had promptly ducked, as if she’d broadcasted her intentions in advance. In retaliation, he clattered her in the jaw with a quick uppercut, which sent her reeling back.\n\nThat set the tone for most of that particular round of combat: Amanda threw all of the moves she could at Toby, but he was on top form with the Iron Python, blocking Razzle’s attacks, quickly striking the bunnycoon a couple of times before returning to blocking.\n\n“Och, stop blocking me, ye wee fud!” Amanda huffed, but it was too late…\n\n“Iron Python wins.” \n\n“[i]Bollocks.[/i]” \n\nToby sat back on the sofa, allowing himself a satisfied smile. Amanda, meanwhile had started leaning forward on the couch in determined concentration, awaiting the next round.\n\nNow, while Toby had had his eyes glued to the action on the telly for the whole time, he noticed his big sister’s change shift in stance. He glanced over to her.\n\nBig mistake.\n\nAmanda was sitting on a couple of very large cushions – namely, her buttocks. \n\nHer big wobbling cans were so vast that they seemed to be devouring the yoga pants that she was currently wearing. As a consequence, a fair amount of the top of her crack had been made visible by her leaning forwards.\n\nToby hardly heard the next round starting, as something large started to creep down his trouser leg…\n\n“3…2…1… ENGAGE!”\n\nThanks to Toby’s momentary distraction, the Iron Python was left standing still on the screen while Dazzle leapt and delivered a devastating dropkick straight into his gormless mug, sending him sprawling on his back.\n\nToby gasped, and wrenched his eyes away from his sister’s enormous rear. He couldn’t afford any distractions here.\n\nIt took mere seconds for him to get his head back into the game, tapping in a quick button combination that made the Iron Python lunge forward and seize Razzle’s nose between his middle and ring fingers, before letting go and handing her a nasty-looking thrust kick, and she was sent arse over tea kettle onto her front.\n\n“Got your nose!” the Iron Python laughed from the screen.\n\n“Grrh, for fuck’s [i]sake[/i]!” Amanda raged, bouncing up and down in frustration on her couch.\n\nAnd, as inevitable as the setting of the sun and the rising of the moon, Toby’s eye were pulled magnetically over to his sister and her delicious chocolate rump.\n\nHe saw those vast cheeks bounce and shift, almost in slow-motion, and was dimly aware that he had started sweating at the very sight of his big sister’s monster booty.\n\n[i]Why[/i] did he find Amanda’s arse so enticing? She was his [i]sister[/i], he couldn’t entertain thoughts like that, it was [i]wrong[/i]!\n\nAnd yet…\n\nHe was aware that his big sister Amanda had the biggest rear-end in their whole high school. There were an awful lot of attractive girls at their high school, but her cheeks were bigger, rounder and more prevalent than anyone else’s.\n\nAnd he had to [i]live[/i]with that monstrous donk.\n\nAmanda’s ass was under the same roof as he was, every day and every night, and he saw it a [i]lot[/i]. \n\nWhen he came down for breakfast every morning, Amanda was there at the table, her bumcheeks spreading out over the edges of her chair… \n\nWhen they walked to school, it jiggled around uncontrollably with each step… \n\nAnd Toby had lost count of the amount of times he had seen her picking her XL panties out of her unbelievably deep crack…\n\nHis cock was hurting quite badly now, throbbing insistently against his leg. The swollen head had reached his knee easily, and, had he not been wearing his trousers, it would have smacked him in his mouth.\n\n“Right, time f’r an Ultra Beatdown!”\n\nHis sister’s cry shook him out of his ass-induced stupor. \n\nIn Razzle & Dazzle: Knockdown, the Ultra Beatdown was a quick sequence of moves which, when activated, would cause a ridiculous amount of damage to the opponent.\n\nToby jabbed at the block button on his controller, but it was too late.\nOn the screen, Razzle surged forwards and grabbed the Iron Python’s head. Pulling it down, she delivered a pulverising kneelift straight into the serpent’s jaw, so hard that he was sent flying a good ten feet into the air.\n\nAs he flew up, and gradually started to fall back down, Razzle backed up a few steps, before leaping up towards him, her right foot outstretched.\n\nIn gratuitous slow-motion, the sole of the bunnycoon’s boot connected with the Iron Python’s snout with a loud CRUNCH, sending his neck bending back at an obscene angle.\n\nRazzle followed through on her trajectory, flipping the python through the air, with her boot still firmly attached to his face…\n\nKERUNCH!\n\nBack to slow-motion, as the Iron Python hit the ground, with the full weight of Razzle smashing down upon his skull. \n\nAs they both hit the ground, Razzle performed a combat roll away from the laid-out python and turned to face him.\n\n“Red Razzle wins.”\n\n“[i]HAH![/i]”\n\nAmanda let out a bark-like laugh at getting one over on her little brother, who was considerably better at videogames than anybody she knew. The match was definitely looking up for her…\n\nMeanwhile, out in the corridor…\n\n“[i]HAH![/i]”\n\n“Mandy?”\n\nThe awesome figure of Roxanne Hamilton came to a halt outside the living room after hearing the loud laughter of her sister.\n\nIntrigued, the tall, shapely vixen approached the door of the living room, opened it a crack, and peeked through with one brilliant green eye.\n\nAh, her sister and her little brother were playing that Razzle & Dazzle: Knockdown videogame.\n\nRoxanne smiled, and slipped quietly into the room. She’d had another mischievous idea to mess with her little brother.\n\nRoxanne was an outrageously beautiful girl, like the kind of beauty that appears in cartoons and makes boys melt, or otherwise pull those bug-eyed wild-takes.\n\nHer fur colour was in-between red and orange, and brushed to smooth perfection; her eyes were big, twinkling emeralds, capable of provoking wobbly knees in any male if applied properly.\n\nBut it was Roxanne’s figure that magnetically drew attention to her.\n\nThis figure, in the eyes of many of the girls at her school, was completely and utterly [i]unfair[/i].\n\nShe was like the perfect combination of a supermodel and a pornstar – she was slim in many places, but [i]fabulously[/i] curvy in the others.\n\nShe had a considerable amount of ass, not a patch on her sister’s mountainous rear shelf, of course, but it was nonetheless a sweet, cushiony rump.\n\nAnd then there were her tits.\n\nThey were the parts of her figure that stood out the most – literally! Her breasts were like enormous white zeppelins, protruding out almost a full foot from her chest and stretching every single item of clothing that she tried to fit on her torso.\n\nBut, unlike her sister’s huge rear-bumpers, Roxanne [i]loved[/i] having monstrously-sized breasts. She relished the attention it netted her from the boys in the school. If she jiggled herself just right, there was little they wouldn’t do for her…\n\nBut the best reactions she had received by far were those of her little brother.\n\nShe knew that Toby was a little perv. She had seen the great big boners he got whenever he saw her, looking like a third leg packed into one of his trouser legs, and she [i]liked[/i] it.\n\nBut, given what her family looked like, it wasn’t any surprise that Toby’s unbelievably large cock became erect several times a day.\n\nThe reason for Roxanne’s tits, Amanda’s arse and Toby’s cock was due to their parents were: their father Rusty was a 6’ 4” muscle-man, with an enormous cannon of a cock that was down to his knees even before he got erect; their mother Aurora was an actual demigoddess, with simply [i]tremendous[/i] pairs of tits and asscheeks.\n\nSituations as simple as breakfast were made near-unbearable for Toby, given that Aurora and Roxanne’s monsterboobs took up at least half of the table.\n\nCar journeys were lessons in abject torture, though, as Toby had to sit on the backseat, between his shapely siblings, and whenever the car turned a corner, either Amanda’s big thighs or Roxanne’s huge baps would clatter into him…\n\nThese happy memories brought a grin to Roxanne’s beautiful face as she slipped off her t-shirt, allowing her impossibly perky tits to bounce free. As she approached the couch where her brother lay, stealing glances at the rump oh her sister, she wondered how Toby would react to his first boobhat…\n",
"writing_bbcode_parsed": "CRASH!!
With one mighty boot, the pair of enormous wooden double doors burst inwards, splintering the fine mahogany that they’d been made of and taking one of them off its hinges completely.
The room ahead was big, long, and made entirely of stone. It was furnished as a typical medieval castle would be: big wooden beams supported the high, stone roof, a red carpet covered the whole floor and mounted suits of armour were set at intervals along the room.
There was also a sort of mezzanine running around the room, supported about 8 feet above the floor, and with doors leading to God knows where else…
The culprit of the doorway damage strode into the room and placed her hands on her hips. The bunnycoon was a day-glo combination of pink fur and green hair, and she was wearing a jet-black spandex t-shirt and shorts ensemble that highlighted the crack in her truly gigantic ass.
“Alright, Von Zeppelin!” Red Razzle called out. “You know how this goes! You come out, I kick your ass and you go directly to jail!”
“Oh dear, I haven’t ever heard that before!”
The mocking voice echoed through the stone room, and, almost instinctively, Razzle knew exactly who it was, and where it was coming from…
“Von Zeppelin!”
Up and to her right was the villainous raccoon, as coy and mocking as ever, leaning on the railing of the mezzanine and leering down at her.
“So, what – apart from your sexy legs – brings you to my castle? I take it you didn’t come here to stress-test my antique, Latverian mahogany doors?”
Razzle turned to look up at him, and pointed.
“Get down here, Von Zeppelin, and take your ass-whipping like a man!”
Von Zeppelin laughed.
“Oh Razz, you and I both know I’d enjoy that more than you would!”
Razzle huffed as Von Zeppelin splayed himself on the railing, completely at ease like a big cat on a tree branch, but she continued on with her heroic speech.
“I’m giving you one more chance to not get beaten up! Dazzle’s got most of your layabouts distracted, so you haven’t got anybody to run behind this time!”
Von Zeppelin rolled his eyes.
“Distracting my workforce isn’t anything to write home about, really; they’d be distracted by a passing butterfly.”
The malevolent raccoon flipped over, so that he was lounging on his back on the railing.
“But if you really wanted to distract them, you’d have her get those big blue melons out!”
Razzle grit her teeth and clenched her fists, trying hard not to imagine what Von Zeppelin would look like without any of his teeth.
“But I can see you’re a little irritated,” Von Zeppelin continued, examining his nails. “So I’ve arranged for someone to play with you to de-stress you!”
He clicked his fingers and gave a little whistle, as though trying to summon an Oompa-Loompa. Behind him, a figure came out of one of the doorways.
“OK, Minion, you have the privilege of distracting slutbutt down there, whilst I prepare the secret weapon!”
“Woooow, cheers, Boss…”
The figure then moved forward, and leapt over the railing, his long, black hair trailing behind him as he fell through the air, landing on both feet on the carpeted floor in front of Razzle.
With long, black hair, evergreen scales and a light blue Minion outfit, she recognised the Iron Python, yet another of Nori’s cast of colourful clowns that he called his Minions. He was quite thin, and appeared to have virtually no muscle. Razzle had seen more meat on a butcher’s pencil.
Despite this, Razzle knew from experience that the Iron Python, as you would expect from a constricting species, had an absolutely crushing grip that could legitimately dent metal.
The heroic bunnycoon regarded him for a second, her eyebrows raised witheringly, then turned back to face the mezzanine.
“Getting your lackeys to fight your battles for you, Von Zeppelin? Those types of Bosses are the wor- Hey! Where’d you go?”
The raccoon had indeed vanished from his spot on the railing.
“Oi, bitch-tits!”
Razzle sighed, and turned back to face the snake. He had adopted a fighting stance, fists raised, looking far more cocky and confident than his skills gave him any right to be.
“I know that ye were lookin’ tae giv the Boss a bit of an arse-pounding,” he said, a lecherous grin creeping onto his face. “But I’m gonna give ye a different arse-pounding altogether!”
“3…2…1… ENGAGE!”
In the living room of the Hamilton household, a bunnycoon and a python leapt at each other on the surface of the large flatscreen TV that adorned the wall at the far end of the room.
In front of the enormous screen, there were two big black leather couches, and on each, there sat a teenaged fox.
The fox on the left-hand couch was Amanda Hamilton. She was a tall, powerfully-built 16-year-old vixen, the colour of mahogany, with a long, braided ponytail trailing down her back.
The fox on the right-hand couch was Tobias “Toby” Hamilton, Amanda’s “little” brother. His fur was a cool alpine white, with the only parts of his body coloured anything other than snowy-white were his little black nose and his icy-blue eyes.
It has to be said that Toby wasn’t actually any younger than his two sisters; he was merely smaller than them, thus his moniker of being their “little” brother.
But if you saw the rest of his family, you’d agree with that sentiment. Between his two pornstar-esque big sisters, his big, muscular father and the mountain range of T&A that was his mother, he did look slightly average in comparison.
The two of them were both clutching videogame controllers and focusing their attention on the TV in front of them.
“Right, ‘mon then!” growled Amanda at the screen, as her chosen character, Red Razzle, leapt at Toby’s character, the Iron Python. Toby said nothing in reply, merely choosing to concentrate on the game.
Onscreen, Razzle attempted a jumping roundhouse kick, but the Python had promptly ducked, as if she’d broadcasted her intentions in advance. In retaliation, he clattered her in the jaw with a quick uppercut, which sent her reeling back.
That set the tone for most of that particular round of combat: Amanda threw all of the moves she could at Toby, but he was on top form with the Iron Python, blocking Razzle’s attacks, quickly striking the bunnycoon a couple of times before returning to blocking.
“Och, stop blocking me, ye wee fud!” Amanda huffed, but it was too late…
“Iron Python wins.”
“Bollocks.”
Toby sat back on the sofa, allowing himself a satisfied smile. Amanda, meanwhile had started leaning forward on the couch in determined concentration, awaiting the next round.
Now, while Toby had had his eyes glued to the action on the telly for the whole time, he noticed his big sister’s change shift in stance. He glanced over to her.
Big mistake.
Amanda was sitting on a couple of very large cushions – namely, her buttocks.
Her big wobbling cans were so vast that they seemed to be devouring the yoga pants that she was currently wearing. As a consequence, a fair amount of the top of her crack had been made visible by her leaning forwards.
Toby hardly heard the next round starting, as something large started to creep down his trouser leg…
“3…2…1… ENGAGE!”
Thanks to Toby’s momentary distraction, the Iron Python was left standing still on the screen while Dazzle leapt and delivered a devastating dropkick straight into his gormless mug, sending him sprawling on his back.
Toby gasped, and wrenched his eyes away from his sister’s enormous rear. He couldn’t afford any distractions here.
It took mere seconds for him to get his head back into the game, tapping in a quick button combination that made the Iron Python lunge forward and seize Razzle’s nose between his middle and ring fingers, before letting go and handing her a nasty-looking thrust kick, and she was sent arse over tea kettle onto her front.
“Got your nose!” the Iron Python laughed from the screen.
“Grrh, for fuck’s sake!” Amanda raged, bouncing up and down in frustration on her couch.
And, as inevitable as the setting of the sun and the rising of the moon, Toby’s eye were pulled magnetically over to his sister and her delicious chocolate rump.
He saw those vast cheeks bounce and shift, almost in slow-motion, and was dimly aware that he had started sweating at the very sight of his big sister’s monster booty.
Why did he find Amanda’s arse so enticing? She was his sister, he couldn’t entertain thoughts like that, it was wrong!
And yet…
He was aware that his big sister Amanda had the biggest rear-end in their whole high school. There were an awful lot of attractive girls at their high school, but her cheeks were bigger, rounder and more prevalent than anyone else’s.
And he had to livewith that monstrous donk.
Amanda’s ass was under the same roof as he was, every day and every night, and he saw it a lot.
When he came down for breakfast every morning, Amanda was there at the table, her bumcheeks spreading out over the edges of her chair…
When they walked to school, it jiggled around uncontrollably with each step…
And Toby had lost count of the amount of times he had seen her picking her XL panties out of her unbelievably deep crack…
His cock was hurting quite badly now, throbbing insistently against his leg. The swollen head had reached his knee easily, and, had he not been wearing his trousers, it would have smacked him in his mouth.
“Right, time f’r an Ultra Beatdown!”
His sister’s cry shook him out of his ass-induced stupor.
In Razzle & Dazzle: Knockdown, the Ultra Beatdown was a quick sequence of moves which, when activated, would cause a ridiculous amount of damage to the opponent.
Toby jabbed at the block button on his controller, but it was too late. On the screen, Razzle surged forwards and grabbed the Iron Python’s head. Pulling it down, she delivered a pulverising kneelift straight into the serpent’s jaw, so hard that he was sent flying a good ten feet into the air.
As he flew up, and gradually started to fall back down, Razzle backed up a few steps, before leaping up towards him, her right foot outstretched.
In gratuitous slow-motion, the sole of the bunnycoon’s boot connected with the Iron Python’s snout with a loud CRUNCH, sending his neck bending back at an obscene angle.
Razzle followed through on her trajectory, flipping the python through the air, with her boot still firmly attached to his face…
KERUNCH!
Back to slow-motion, as the Iron Python hit the ground, with the full weight of Razzle smashing down upon his skull.
As they both hit the ground, Razzle performed a combat roll away from the laid-out python and turned to face him.
“Red Razzle wins.”
“HAH!”
Amanda let out a bark-like laugh at getting one over on her little brother, who was considerably better at videogames than anybody she knew. The match was definitely looking up for her…
Meanwhile, out in the corridor…
“HAH!”
“Mandy?”
The awesome figure of Roxanne Hamilton came to a halt outside the living room after hearing the loud laughter of her sister.
Intrigued, the tall, shapely vixen approached the door of the living room, opened it a crack, and peeked through with one brilliant green eye.
Ah, her sister and her little brother were playing that Razzle & Dazzle: Knockdown videogame.
Roxanne smiled, and slipped quietly into the room. She’d had another mischievous idea to mess with her little brother.
Roxanne was an outrageously beautiful girl, like the kind of beauty that appears in cartoons and makes boys melt, or otherwise pull those bug-eyed wild-takes.
Her fur colour was in-between red and orange, and brushed to smooth perfection; her eyes were big, twinkling emeralds, capable of provoking wobbly knees in any male if applied properly.
But it was Roxanne’s figure that magnetically drew attention to her.
This figure, in the eyes of many of the girls at her school, was completely and utterly unfair.
She was like the perfect combination of a supermodel and a pornstar – she was slim in many places, but fabulously curvy in the others.
She had a considerable amount of ass, not a patch on her sister’s mountainous rear shelf, of course, but it was nonetheless a sweet, cushiony rump.
And then there were her tits.
They were the parts of her figure that stood out the most – literally! Her breasts were like enormous white zeppelins, protruding out almost a full foot from her chest and stretching every single item of clothing that she tried to fit on her torso.
But, unlike her sister’s huge rear-bumpers, Roxanne loved having monstrously-sized breasts. She relished the attention it netted her from the boys in the school. If she jiggled herself just right, there was little they wouldn’t do for her…
But the best reactions she had received by far were those of her little brother.
She knew that Toby was a little perv. She had seen the great big boners he got whenever he saw her, looking like a third leg packed into one of his trouser legs, and she liked it.
But, given what her family looked like, it wasn’t any surprise that Toby’s unbelievably large cock became erect several times a day.
The reason for Roxanne’s tits, Amanda’s arse and Toby’s cock was due to their parents were: their father Rusty was a 6’ 4” muscle-man, with an enormous cannon of a cock that was down to his knees even before he got erect; their mother Aurora was an actual demigoddess, with simply tremendous pairs of tits and asscheeks.
Situations as simple as breakfast were made near-unbearable for Toby, given that Aurora and Roxanne’s monsterboobs took up at least half of the table.
Car journeys were lessons in abject torture, though, as Toby had to sit on the backseat, between his shapely siblings, and whenever the car turned a corner, either Amanda’s big thighs or Roxanne’s huge baps would clatter into him…
These happy memories brought a grin to Roxanne’s beautiful face as she slipped off her t-shirt, allowing her impossibly perky tits to bounce free. As she approached the couch where her brother lay, stealing glances at the rump oh her sister, she wondered how Toby would react to his first boobhat… ",
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