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Emi-Chan: G O D D E S S�� 6 9

- EPISODE THREE -

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�� A WORD FROM THE AUTHOR ...

�� Speaking of cleavage (cough), Emi and some other girls in this story have got a who-o-ole lot of it.� From the descriptions, it may seem a bit perposterous how much they�ve actually got!� Please, don�t try to figure out just how busty the girls are, because ... here�s a little secret: I didn�t!� I�m sure that if you really tracked the growth of Emi�s bust-line, you�d come out with some number with at least three didgets, so maybe it�s best not to make it mathematical or anything.� Just imagine the gals however you like to.� Remember, all of the far-out descriptions are merely to emphisize these girls� deliciously extreme proportions.

�� This here is Episode Three of AkioKid�s first origional series, �Emi-Chan: Goddess 69.�� Here�s a rundown of the plot so far:� It�s a wild, wild world out there, so the gods sent a holy protector (known as �Seiyoku�) to fight the forces of evil in the city of Nekara.� The armor of this protector has been passed down from one girl to the next, and is currently in the possesion of a one Emi Yutaka, the 69th protector of Nekara!� Aside from fighting every-day evil, Emi-chan�s got bigger problems.� For example, her already-enormous bosom is continuing to grow, and the breastplate of the holy armor was just stolen by a mysterious, cloaked figure known as �Ribaru.�� What�s more, Morgan (the new girl in school) has stolen the hearts of every boy, including Emi-chan�s favorite guy, Yuya!� Morgan�s breasts are even bigger than Emi�s, for chrissake!� Things are about to heat up, so read on!

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�� Emi-Chan:

�� G O D D E S S�� 6 9

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�� EPISODE THREE

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�� Tatsuya, Keisuke, Yasuhiro, and Yuya eat lunch in an empty classroom.

KEISUKE:� So, Yuya, you been watching Morgan as much as the rest of us?

YUYA:� Yeah ... but, me and Emi, ya know ...

YASUHIRO:� Oh, come on, man!� Don�t tell me you�re still lusting after that twerp.

TATSUYA:� She�s barely a woman next to ... [cups his hands below his chest] MORGAN.

�� They all laugh, except for Yuya.

YUYA:� Guys, don�t ...

KEISUKE:� Hey, sorry man.� But have you SEEN Morgan?

YUYA:� Are looks all that matter to you guys?� And it�s not like Emi�s exactly SMALL-breasted, if you know what I mean.

YASUHIRO:� Yeah, but ... [cupping his hands as Tatsuya did]

TATSUYA and KEISUKE:� Heh heh heh!

YUYA:� Man, you guys are just spoiled rotten.� How many gorgeous girls can there be around this place?

MORGAN:� [suddenly in the doorway]� You�d be surprised.

ALL FOUR BOYS:� M-MORGAN-CHAN!

�� She strides into the room, long, straight, shiny black hair flowing behind her like dark wind, alluring ruby eyes set off with dark eyeliner, blood-red lips parted slightly.� Her school uniform (simple blue dress and white, button-down shirt with sailor-style red bow in front) does little to conceal her stunning figure.

KEISUKE:� Uh- we weren�t talking about YOU ...

TATSUYA:� Shuttup, Keisuke!

MORGAN:� [smiling, her perfectly white teeth gleaming]� It�s okay.� I�m used to guys who ... [giving them a sideways look] ... look and talk but don�t touch.

�� She strides confidently towards Yuya, who has backed off against a wall.

MORGAN:� My type is a guy who isn�t afraid to take what he wants, to ... be a little agressive.

YASUHIRO:� YUYA?� He�s scared stiff of girls!

KEISUKE: �Yeah, he looks a little stiff right now ...

TATSUYA:� Hee hee!

YUYA:� Shuttup, guys.

MORGAN:� [placing her hands lightly on Yuya�s chest]� I don�t think so.� I think ... Yuya�s strong.

YASUHIRO:� Give me a break!

�� Yuya looks down at her hands, gently feeling his chest.� Her nails are painted black.

YUYA:� Your hands ... they�re cold ...

�� Morgan smiles.

MORGAN:� I get cold easily.� I ... need a man to keep me warm.

�� She presses closer, her lips nearly touching his ...

KEISUKE:� [panicking]� HEY!!� STOP!!

MORGAN:� [releasing Yuya and turning to Keisuke]� What?

KEISUKE:� What?� Uhh ... I don�t know, uh ... I got, I um, stubbed my toe.

�� Morgan grins, then walks over to the table and sits down (her chest bouncing as she lands).� She just sits there, smiling at the four boys, who stand awkwardly.

TATSUYA:� What.

MORGAN:� Let�s play a game!

YASUHIRO:� What kind of game?

MORGAN:� Ever played truth or dare?

TATSUYA:� Of course.

KEISUKE:� We played all the time back in junior high school.

MORGAN:� Good, then you know the rules.� Who wants to be first?

�� No one budges.

MORGAN:� I nominate ... Yasuhiro!

YASUHIRO:� But ...

MORGAN:� No buts!� Truth or dare?

YASUHIRO:� Um ... truth.

MORGAN:� [grinning]� Okay.� Let�s see ...

�� She jumps down from the table and begins to slowly circle Yasuhiro, looking him up and down.

MORGAN:� Okay.� Tell me ... [she moves very close, her face inches from his, and she whispers:] ... what, exactly, are you thinking right now.

�� Yasuhiro breaks a sweat.

YASUHIRO:� Uhn ...

�� Morgan grins.

MORGAN:� You gotta say!

YASUHIRO:� Honestly ..?

MORGAN:� Yes.

YASUHIRO:� I�m thinking ... of what you might look like ... without any clothes.

�� Morgan grins, and the other guys crack up.

TATSUYA:� Aw, man, you could have lied!

MORGAN:� No ... he played the game.� You have to follow the rules.� [she smiles]� Who wants to be next?

�� A moment passes, and no one moves.

KEISUKE:� Aww, what the hell.� I�ll go!

MORGAN:� Fabulous!� Truth or dare, Keisuke?

KEISUKE:� I�m gonna have to say ... truth.

MORGAN:� Okay, truth.� [She moves close to him, as she did to Yasuhiro]� Tell the truth, Keisuke.� If you could touch any girl in this school ...

�� Yasuhiro and Tatsuya grin widely.

MORGAN:� ... who?

�� Keisuke looks down at her swelling chest.

KEISUKE:� ... YOU.

�� He grins suddenly.

MORGAN:� I could have guessed!

KEISUKE:� [with a second thought, still looking down at her chest]� Can I?

MORGAN:� [with a laugh]� NO-O-O-O!!

�� She takes a step back, laughing, clutching her fists protectively to her chest.

YUYA:� Guys, this is really not so classy ...

YASUHIRO:� Aw, come on, Yuya, we�re having fun!

MORGAN:� [with a wry smile]� Yeah, Yuya, don�t be such a spoil-sport.

�� Yuya swallows hard and looks at his feet.

MORGAN:� Okay, Tatsuya, you�re next, aren�t you.� Truth or dare?

TATSUYA:� Dare.

MORGAN:� Oh, goodie!� This is gonna be fun!� Let�s see ... what should I have you do?

TATSUYA:� Hm?

MORGAN:� I got it.� Sneak into the girl�s locker room while the girls are in P.E. ... and take all of Emi Yutaka�s clothes!

�� All the guys break out laughing ... except Yuya.

TATSUYA:� I�ll do it, I�ll do it!

YUYA:� This is ... I�m leaving.

�� He leaves.� The other guys watch him go.

TATSUYA:� ... What?

YASUHIRO:� What�s the matter with him?

KEISUKE:� What pissed him off so bad.

MORGAN:� [coming up behind the other guys and hugging them all around their necks]� Aww, he just doesn�t know how to have fun.� [She grins to herself.]� Don�t worry.� I�ll teach him to have some fun.

�� Later that day, in the empty school halls ...

�� Yuya walks back to class from a trip to the water fountain, one of his many time-wasting, class-skipping tactics.� Suddenly, an arm reaches out and pulls him into the janitor�s closet.

YUYA:� H-huh?� Morgan!?

MORGAN:� [in the near-darkness, drawing Yuya close to her titanic swelling chest]� Oh, YUYA!� I�m so glad I found you ... I was so cold ... HOLD me ...

�� She draws him closer still, into the supple, opulent immensity of her chest.� Yuya draws his breath in when he feels her bounteous breasts touch his chest; they�re ice-cold.� Her skin looks pale in the darkness.

YUYA:� Morgan ... you�re like ice ...

MORGAN:� So ... warm me up, why don�t you?

�� She parts her icy blue lips and extends her long smooth tongue to lick Yuya�s cheek.

YUYA:� Ah!

�� A silvery chill shimmers through his body.� Her tongue is like an icicle.

YUYA:� Morgan ... it ... hurts!

�� Suddenly the door swings open, and out in the hall stands Principal Okina.

OKINA:� Yuya!� Morgan!� What on earth ...!

MORGAN:� [Standing there in her cleavage-bulging dress]� Ohhh, Okina-sensei!� He grabbed me and pulled me in here and he ripped open my blouse and OHHHHH it was just awful I�m probably scarred for life it�s sexual abuse he�s some kind of maniac he�s really really sick Okina-sensei!!!

OKINA:� I�ve heard about enough.� Yuya, I�m ... simply appalled.� If you think you�re getting off easy, you�d better think again!� Come to my office immediately!

�� Yuya stands dumbly.� Morgan smiles secretly.

�� That day, after school ...

�� Emi-chan (wearing her P.E. uniform) catches up with Morgan in the street.

EMI-CHAN:� Hey, Morgan!

�� Morgan stops and turns, her blood-red lips twisting to a smile.

MORGAN:� Emi, what a surprise.

EMI-CHAN:� [Out of breath from running]� What�s going on, huh?

MORGAN:� [Completely calm]� What are you talking about, Emi?

EMI-CHAN:� You steal my friends, my popularity, in just one day, then you humiliate me at every opportunity, beat me consistantly at soccer ... I NEVER lose at soccer!

MORGAN:� Emi ... what do you think made you so popular?

EMI:� Wha - I dunno.� They just ... liked me.

MORGAN:� [Smiling]� Hm.� Come on Emi, you know the reason, you just don�t want to admit it to yourself.� It was because you were the hottest, bustiest thing on campus!

�� Emi-chan catches her breath and looks down at her bulging bosoms.

MORGAN:� And now ... I�M the bustiest thing on campus!� So?� I�m just playing the same game you always played!

EMI-CHAN:� [deeply insulted]� That�s not true!� You�re nasty to everyone!� But nobody notices!� I don�t ... treat people that way!

MORGAN:� Hm.� [sneering]� You can have your theory.

EMI-CHAN:� ... Why are you doing this?

MORGAN:� [a glimpse of some dark thing passing behind her eyes]� To ruin you.

�� The answer hangs in the air between them.

EMI:� [in a whisper, horrified]� Why?

MORGAN:� Because I hate you, Emi Yutaka.� I hate you with the frenzy of a thousand writhing souls, burning because of you, because of your heritage.

EMI:� My heritage!?

MORGAN:� [speaking with a dead voice]� Yes ... Seiyoku.

�� The people around them, walking briskly home, to their car, to dinner, the trucks puffing by, the buildings about them, smoke and horns and people seem to vanish, replaced by a deep, beckoning blackness.

EMI:� Raibaru ...

MORGAN:� How about that, she figured it out.� [grinning]� I�ve got your armor, Emi.� I�ve got it for the darkness.

EMI:� Give it back!

�� Emi screams in the street, and all the people turn to stare.� Emi glances around.� Morgan is gone.� Confused pedestrians begin to move on again, not wondering what horror Emi might be feeling.

EMI:� What happened?

�� At home, Emi feels like crying as she flops down onto her soft bed.� Instead of tears, Emi calls out to Gran ...

EMI-CHAN:� Gran, I�m in big trouble!� This �Raibaru� has got the breast plate, all my friends like Morgan, and ...

�� Now tears come.

EMI-CHAN:� I don�t understand anything that�s happening.

�� Emi sleeps, and slips into dreams.� In her dream, Gran comes to her.

GRAN:� A long time ago, child, great armies of evil swept the earth, and the gods sent a warrior to save the good people.� The goddess was called Seiyoku, and she bore precious, holy armor.� But child, another warrior came, this one sent to combat the Goddess Seiyoku.� This warrior was known Raibaru, and she used all her powers to take the armor from Seiyoku, for she knew that it was the source of her energy, and that whoever had the armor would wield incredible power.� However ... Seiyoku, the force of good, was stronger, and beat Raibaru again and again, down through the ages, down through the generations.� Emi-chan, you are the 69th Goddess Seiyoku.� The 69th Raibaru Fiend walks among us as well ...

EMI-CHAN:� WHA!!

�� Emi sits bolt-upright in bed, her gown drenched with sweat, clinging to her slender form.

EMI-CHAN:� ... Raibaru ... Morgan ...

�� Lighting and thunder clash just outside the window.

GRAN�S VOICE:� Emi-chan ... you must learn to love the size of your chest.� You must love your gift ... your powers ....

�� Emi dashes through the night, her coat wrapped tightly around her, the black sky above spewing lightening into the air.� She knows that Morgan is nearby.

�� They meet in a dark, grassy field.

MORGAN:� You came.

EMI:� I had to.

�� They stand facing eachother, about fifteen feet apart, both wrapped in long coats, whipping in the wind.

MORGAN:� Look at this, Seiyoku.

�� She drops the black coat, exposing her bare shoulders and long, slender arms.� She is wearing the Holy Breastplate.

EMI:� What!� RAIBARU!!

MORGAN:� Heh heh heh ... NOW who�s got the power, hm?� It will be just a matter of time before I reach my ultimate strength ... the power of the Holy Armor!� It�s the quest that my great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great grandmother began, thousands of years ago!� The quest that I ... will COMPLETE!

EMI:� But ... I don�t understand.� The armor was too small for me, and you ...

MORGAN:� [Squirming uncomfortably]� Erm ... it IS a little snug ... but no matter!� It gives me such incredible power!

EMI:� [Tossing away the coat, a cute, tight-fitting little outfit on underneath, taking battle stance]� Okay, Raibaru!� Hand over the Breastplate IMMEDIATELY, or prepare to face the wrath of SEIYOKU!

MORGAN:� Ha!� Don�t make me laugh!� You�re NOTHING without the Breastplate, without the HOLY POWER!

EMI:� Rrrr, hey!!� That�s not true, I�ll take you on, Breastplate or NOT!

MORGAN:� Alright, LET�S GO!!!

�� Emi dashes towards Morgan, as a flash of blue light darts out and strikes Emi down to the wet earth.

EMI:� Owww!!

MORGAN:� Hahahahaha!� You can�t even touch me, I�m so far advanced beyond you!� You don�t stand a chance!

EMI:� [rubbing her singed arm]� You think you�ve won, Raibaru?!

MORGAN:� Well, yes, actually.� After all, the power of both the Seiyoku line and the Raibaru line lie in the size of the woman�s breasts.� And ... [she leans forward to Emi, opulant cleavage pouring from the low-cut armor] ... I�m obviously the better-endowed of us.� Plus, I�ve got the armor.� And, I WANT to win.� You�re just a confused little girl.

�� Emi collapses into the mud, somehow exhausted.

MORGAN:� Face it, Seiyoku.� You�ve really lost this time.� It�s over!

�� With a grin, Morgan dissipates into the air.� The rain continues to pour down.� Emi lies still, emotionally crushed.� After a moment, she calls out into the rain ...

EMI:� GRAN!!!

�� This time, Gran doesn�t come.

�� Later that night, back in her room, as the rain continues to shatter the holy silence of the night ...

EMI-CHAN:� [looking in the mirror]� I know what I�ve got to do ...

�� Standing sideways, her white, tight, wet, sleeveless, low-cut t-shirt clinging breathtakingly to her extraordinarily protruding bust, she sighs, then turns for a front-view.� Majestically, her firm, delightfully enormous breasts swell and bulge grandly from her slender figure, the large, gentle pink nipples peeking softly through the drenched fabric.� She heaves a heavy sigh (her supple, jiggly bosom lifting and subsiding) and leans forward.� Like watermelons - no, larger - her oversized breasts hang together, excessively rich, deep cleavage exposed.

EMI-CHAN: ... I�ve gotta get bigger boobs.

�� In mock-disgust she sneers her full pink lips and hangs her long, smooth tongue from her gentle mouth.

EMI-CHAN:� If only Gran were here ... but I�ve got to figure this one out on my own.� Hey, I�m Seiyoku!� I�ve got powers, even without the Breastplate!� There must be a way to ... bring on a growth spurt ....

�� Emi leaves the room momentarily, returning with the remaining pieces of the armor.� Placing them about her on the floor, she sits down cross-legged, facing the mirror.� She places a hand, palm open, on each breast, over the nipple.� Her hands don�t come even close to encapsuling the soft enormity of her overwhelmingly massive bosoms.� She smiles, thinking over what she is about to attempt.

EMI-CHAN:� A girl, born with naturally huge boobs ... jumbo-sized tits, for sure ... �gifted� with the power of the Seiyokians ... powers that make her boobs get even bigger ... comparable (and often compared) to large pieces of fruit. [She laughs quietly.]� �Melons� ... �bazumbas� ... �gazongas� ... �bongos� ....� And now, that girl is about to wish them even larger.

�� She sighs, then laughs again, nervously.� She realizes that her heart is pounding in her chest.

EMI-CHAN:� And my Seiyokian maturation isn�t even finished ... it�s just gonna get bustier from here.

�� Emi closes her eyes, concentrating.� She must be able to alter her own body ... it�s her only chance at beating Raibaru once and for all!� Her brows knit, and she breaks a sweat suddenly, beads of persperation appearing on her forehead.� All at once she gasps as a great sight appears before her, a red and yellow swirl of vibrant shapes and colors.� She gasps again, her heart thumping harder, louder, as an incredible sense of speed overtakes her, and suddenly she seems to be hurtling through space, unhindered.� All at once her hands (still placed on her healthy chest) glow warmly, and a glorious stream of light, magic, and heat burst from her fingers, channeled directly into her shaking bosom.� She gasps again, and again, as the glorious heat flows with awesome pleasure through her.� Then it passes.

EMI-CHAN:� [Short of breath]� I could get used to that!

�� And Emi-chan opens her eyes.

EMI-CHAN:� GULP.

�� The image in the mirror can�t be right, she thinks.� She looks down at her chest and realizes it was.

EMI-CHAN:� Now THOSE are big boobs!

�� She laughs giddily, the rush of warmth and colors still swirling somewhere inside her.

EMI-CHAN:� Yeah ... THOSE are GREAT, BIG, BULGIN� BOOBS!

�� She laughs again, rather loudly, and stands up, her eyes fixated on the mirror.

EMI-CHAN:� I�m ... SO buxom, I�m ... BEYOND �buxom� ...

�� Her grin broadens.� Somehow, for the first time, this pleases her tremendously.

EMI-CHAN:� ... BEYOND �Morgan� ... Haha!

�� She shakes her shoulders back and forth, her newly-gargantuan bosom shaking mightily.

EMI-CHAN:� Buxom, and bouncy!

�� Seized by some wonderful happiness and energy, she begins to hop about the room, her lavaciously tremendous breasts bouncing and jiggling crazily.� She turns suddenly to the mirror again, and stands there for a moment.

EMI-CHAN:� Let�s do it again ... what do you say?

�� She grins, and flops down on the bed, her graceful hands placed on her bulging bosoms.

�� And she does it again.� And again.� And again.� She does it all night long.

�� The sun peeks tentatively over the horizon, shedding sweet, orange light on Nekara City.� In an apartment somewhere, a girl sits reclining on her bed, gazing into the mirror and smiling lazily.� She places her graceful, dainty hands on her unimaginably, extraordinarily, outrageously large breasts and sighs contentedly.

EMI-CHAN:� That�s 368 times in ... just one night.� And I figure each time I went up - what - 3 cup sizes?

�� She chuckles wearily at her own joke, and gazes idly into the mirror, at the preposterously abundant cleavage swelling generously from her own slender, beautiful body.

EMI-CHAN:� Wow.� I�ve got big juggs alright.

�� She laughs again, quietly, not even thinking, just soaking in the pleasure her body feels.

EMI-CHAN:� Say, Emi, how about one more time?� Thank you very much; don�t mind at all.

�� For the 369th time, Emi-chan lays her gentle hands on her chest and closes her eyes.� The pleasure comes flowing like a river, and her bosom feels warm and lovely.� When she opens her eyes again, her opulent chest has swelled once more, larger than she ever imagined.

�� Exhausted from this final effort, Emi-chan collapses into warm, wonderful sleep.

�� A few hours later, Emi awakes with a start.

EMI:� Oh my god!� I�m late for school!

�� Emi-chan bolts out of bed, washes up in the bathroom in a matter of seconds, and frantically demolishes her wardrobe in search of a fitting upper-body garment, to find she has none, quickly settling on her school uniform, which doesn�t fit at all and does nothing to conceal her massive, heavily-bouncing breasts.� Sweeping up her school bag, she darts out the door (stopping first to place her hands on her chest and treat herself to a final growth spurt - her school uniform stretching further - and sighing with pleasure).

�� Emi-chan dashes through the streets like a flash, monstrous boobs bounding and jostling powerfully, arriving at the school building within seconds.� Emi pauses at the classroom door (the halls are completely empty; all good students are in class) and examines her reflection.� Her blouse is so tight that her smooth, flat stomach (as well as a good lower portion of her breasts) is totally exposed, not to mention the mounds of cleavage which burst the top few buttons.

EMI-CHAN:� [Raising her eyebrows in slight worry]� Well, here we go ...

�� She stops before turning the knob.

EMI-CHAN:� Uhhh, just one more time!

�� For the 370th time, Emi-chan�s boobs bulge bigger.� She sighs with relief, looks into the door�s reflection, and playfully sticks her tongue out at her own gorgeously overflowing figure.

EMI-CHAN:� Okay, this time I�m really going in!

�� She opens the door and steps into the classroom (it crosses her mind that she may have trouble fitting through the door, but it doesn�t pose a problem).

UNARU-SENSEI:� [Writing on the board]� Miss Yutaka, I expect a very good excu ---

�� All eyes are fixated (understandably) on Emi.� Yuya practically faints.

UNARU-SENSEI:� Oh my, how cornucopian.

�� Silence for several minutes.� Emi blushes.

EMI-CHAN:� Uh ... heh heh.� [She grins comically.]� Hi.

�� Emi-chan tentatively enters Principal Okina�s office.

EMI-CHAN:� Uhm, you wanted to see me?

OKINA:� [Looking through a file]� Yes, please, Miss Yutaka, have a se ---

EMI-CHAN:� Heh ... I�ve seemed to have that affect on people today.

OKINA:� ... ... ... Ah, please, take a seat ... indeed.

�� He�s sweating like a madman.

OKINA:� Well, uh, first of all, you�re not in trouble.� I�ve just been hearing today about ... your ... behavior, and I was interested to hear, uh ... your side of the story.

EMI-CHAN:� What do you mean?

OKINA:� OH!� Well, you know ... drawing attention in class, passing notes to Yuya [to himself:] (who I also have to see today), frequent trips to the bathroom ...

�� He eyes her chest, his jaw working nervously back and forth.

OKINA:� ... and from what I hear, some rather ... provocative dancing during the lunch period.

�� Emi-chan�s breasts are much larger than they were this morning.

OKINA:� Could you tell me about those mid-class trips to the bathroom?� I mean, is there some kind of medical problem?� Something I could help with, maybe?� I mean, ah, if ... you cared to tell me.� (Achem!)

EMI-CHAN:� Oh, uh ... trips?� I ... don�t know exactly what you mean ....

OKINA:� OH!� Okay, that�s just fine, then ... is there anything else?

EMI-CHAN:� ... Um ... no?

OKINA:� Oh, that�s right, I�m asking the questions, aren�t I?

�� He laughs very nervously.� Emi tries to laugh too.

OKINA:� Well then, back to class, I suppose.

�� Emi starts to get up.

OKINA:� Um, one last thing ... do you need another unform ... by chance?

�� Emi-chan�s uniform is stretched so tight that it only covers a small strip of skin ... like a bikini.

EMI-CHAN:� Well, I went to the school store, but they were all out of my size ...

OKINA:� Oh, yes, I understand.� Well, please come to me if you have any problems.

�� He smiles, trying not to look so nervous.

EMI-CHAN:� [Smiling sweetly]� Okay.� Thank you!

�� She gets up and leaves the office, swinging her butt deliciously behind her.

�� A few minutes later, Emi-chan is alone in the bathroom, sighing and smiling after her 383rd growth spurt.

EMI-CHAN:� Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, oh baby.

�� ... to be concluded ...

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�� Here we go: the final chapter�s just ahead!� With her newly-tremendous breasts, Emi-chan�s life is about to change forever ... again!� Don�t dare miss the THRILLING conclusion to �Emi-Chan: GODDESS 69,� as Emi�s deepest, darkest secrets are revealed to the world, and she finally confronts Morgan in the final battle!� It�s gonna be a hot time in the old town tonight ....

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