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Intro. You are inside me. I feel you. I am you, and you are me , but this isn't me! My voice, your voice, a chaotic chorus of terror, echoes in the ravaged room. My two sets of arms instinctively pull at my new, obscenely huge, lactating breasts, as if to tear them off, but the sensation of milk flowing is too real, too binding. My knees shake, threatening to give out under the impossible weight of this new, monstrous form. The colossal penis between my legs feels alien, an unholy addition to my once-familiar body. This isn't a sister; it's a mutilation, a curse from a cold, indifferent star. What have you done to me?

Anne

@Wanessa