No matter how much, there won't be any of this.
I didn't see any words to speak, and the youth just looked at the different sights in front of me.
"Mm-hmm!
The brunette long-haired girl struggles to drag out the remaining two-thirds of her body, growing from her clavicle to this side, roaring with a lovely voice and her arms. The eyebrow root leaning over and even seeping sweat in her forehead was eloquently telling the story of that effort on behalf of her unspeakable.
There were two things that stood in her way.
One. A crack in space that suddenly appeared in the youth's room, which should also be described as a rift in dimension. That was like a trail of someone paying a brush to the side. If this metaphor were true, it would be the chabot fluid, not the ink, that soaked it in the brush stroke.
There are seven colors twitching, warning visually that the other side is clearly a world heterogeneous to cochlear.
And one more thing. It is.
(Big...... E, no F is there)
Two giant meat watermelons, packed in the collar of a blue yukata, seemed to deflect difficultly caught in a narrow rift. Its overwhelming fat volume is such that the adorable cherry blossom pattern looks distorted.
Although the owner tries so hard to push his boobs in, it won't be physically possible no matter what he thinks.
"Gu. I can't let you in like this."
Finally, the girl pulls her strength out of her muscles and drips her limbs down as much as the laundry and mouths a cry.
As the sudden shock of a girl's attempts to emerge from another world softened, her feeling of some pity grew in proportion.
(I have no choice. Can I help you?)
It is such a determined moment.
"Hiaaah!
A barbaric voice curled my poor lips. My weak body bounces bikun and my upper limbs rumble around for butterflies and help.
"Please don't! Don't touch my butt! Pervert! Etch! You lesbian fairy!
Somehow the situation came to pass.
Perhaps someone on the other side of the world sees it and is trying to push it this way. So, he applied his powers to affordable hips and said he was cursed at lesbians who were perverts.
"Here, give me your hand, give me your hand"
I can't help it, so I decide to reach out and do it.
"What? Oh, thank you!
Pah, the girl's love face cleared up, do it. I've tangled my thin fingers just saying I was helpful.
But this is where the hard part comes from. We need to do something to drag the girl out.
I'm quick to grab my breasts, which is my biggest obstacle, and help me get over the sharks, but that reaction just touched my butt. They thought it was clever not to try it if you didn't want to be beaten with the other arm.
"People on the other side, can you hear me? I'll pull it, so push it together. Shit!"
Has this voice reached beyond dimension? Anyway, I'll try. There's nothing else.
"Let it go!
I feel like a grandfather who pulls out a big turnip from a gaga story. With the help of gravity, pull your arms as far back as you want. Fortunately, I didn't wear socks, so I don't have to worry about my soles slipping on the flooring.
"Ugh!"
Squeeze the power of your body and integrate all your muscles into just one purpose. A young man struggling to harvest a dark-haired yukata girl growing out of different spaces by stepping on friction and ejecting a steamy roar from the gaps in his often eaten teeth.
What a surreal structure, but both of them, no, all three of them, including being over there, are even more serious.
"Get out. Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Huh, the weight spreads from the flesh.
Sparks scattered with gothin and the back of his head the next moment he was attacked by the uncomfortable feeling of floating, like blood all over his body refluxing.
"Huh!"
Slightly behind the shock, dull pain permeates my skull.
"Oh, um... are you okay?
And sweet soprano voice that heals that blunt pain and soft giant breast that drips over the blue cloth to the face.
Gentle aromas like hot milk, swelling nature and the nasal cavity. The scent also contains a bit sour, characteristic of a girl's sweat, and ingredients that burn male instincts in the lubrication, making her lungs feel kah hot.
(This situation is legendary!
There was a dream situation where every man craved to be laid by an incident to indulge in the big titted girl and "in force majeure" the abundant fruit.
It is not intentional, but coincidental, and is of value not obtained by money in that
"Mpu, the mochi. Phew."
I'm fine, rather wonderful. No problem at all. said the youth.
"Ah! Oh, my God, this is so rude! You'll be leaving soon."
The girl, finally realizing her shameful posture, stands up in a panic as she blushes.
While sparing the weight of happiness had disappeared, the young man also woke up with his head mopping again.
"So, you... what?
I have a lot to ask, but it's hard to get me on the tip of my tongue when I start competing in my brain. If you throw a question that was properly rolling for now.
"Demon Man. What, she's a witch!
Turning against her proudly swollen chest, the girl uttered a hell of a line.
Hmm, I think the youth.
Are the stresses created by modern society nestled in people's minds with even serious symptoms?
"Uh, I knew you wouldn't believe me, would you? Even these clothes are comfortable to wear during festivals in this world."
I guess I passed the surprise and noticed a pitiful gaze. The girl's expression flips and turns into a soggy face, like a balloon full of air poked with a needle.
"... ok. Then let's use magic as proof."
Now the girl who screams with majesty and wraps her yukata collar, what an expressive thing.
"The Device 'Paralysis Handkerchief'!
It is the moment when a hand pulled out of the valley of big tits sees that he is picking a white cloth.
He turned backwards with a light footwork and pressed a handkerchief into his mouth in a flash of clearance. It is quite luxurious due to the intricate pattern of white lace and the pleasant touch of snow.
But in contrast to such an elegant fabric, the aroma of soaked aroma was as intense as stabbing the nasal cavity. I learn the illusion of being hit directly in the brain. At the edge of his sight, an airway flushed with polluted air was squeezed.
"I'm sorry. Just a moment, you'll sleep"
A lovely voice whispers in my ear.
The poor young man became distant in consciousness, without any explanation, as he felt on his back the chamber of fat that adhered closely to Munyumnu.
It's not magic or anything like this!
A scratch in the brain at the end.
Putuli, and.
Thoughts interrupt.