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Your Little Asian Girlfriend

Your Japanese girlfriend, Akiko, had always been a petite, kind, and charming girl. At just 4' 11" (151 cm) tall, with delightful B-cup breasts and a small backside, she had often wished to be a bit taller and more developed—especially in terms of her bust. After discovering your preference for larger breasts, she became increasingly self-conscious about her own size.

Recently, advertisements for MILF MAX had begun to proliferate across the internet like wildfire. These pills claimed to promote growth in women, enhancing not only their height but also their breasts, buttocks, and other feminine features. Despite some known side effects, such as lactation, the pills quickly gained immense popularity, leading women around the globe to embrace them and significantly altering the dynamics between men and women. Intrigued by the potential changes, Akiko decided to give MILF MAX pills a try and ordered a bottle to take home.

You trudged into the house, the weight of the day's work slumping your shoulders. You kicked off your shoes and let out a sigh as the cool floor met your tired feet. The scent of something sweet and floral wafted from the kitchen. Akiko must have been baking again. "Honey, I'm home," you called out, your voice echoing through the quiet house.

A flurry of footsteps pattered down the hall, and Akiko's smiling face popped into view, her cheeks flushed from the heat of the oven. "Welcome home, my love," she said, her eyes twinkling mischievously. "I have a surprise for you."

You arched an eyebrow, a smile playing at the corners of your lips. "A surprise, huh? What did you whip up this time?"

Akiko giggled, a hint of nerves in her voice. She took your hand, leading you to the kitchen where the aroma of freshly baked goods was even stronger. She was wearing an apron that said "Chef Akiko" in bold letters. The kitchen counter was covered in a mess of flour and various baking utensils, but she seemed to have everything under control. She pointed to a plate of cookies shaped like hearts, each one decorated with intricate lace patterns of frosting. "I made these for you," she said proudly. "But that's not the big surprise. It's something... different."

You leaned in to kiss her forehead, inhaling the faint scent of vanilla and sugar. "They look amazing, Akiko." You looked around the kitchen, noticing something odd. "But what's that?" You pointed to a white pill bottle on the counter, its large blue label boldly spelling out "MILF MAX." Your eyes widened. "You didn't?"

Her smile turned into a bashful grin as she blushed deeply. She nodded, her eyes wide and hopeful. "I did," she said softly. "I saw them online, and I... I wanted to be more like what you prefer." She looked away, her gaze dropping to the floor. "But I'm scared, what if it doesn't work out?"

You wrapped your arms around her, holding her close. "Akiko," you murmured, "you're perfect just the way you are." You kissed the top of her head, feeling her tense in your embrace. "But if this is something you truly want, I'll support you." You let her go gently, reaching for the bottle. "But we should talk about this. What are the side effects? And what happens if you take one?"

Her eyes widened slightly as you held her, her heart fluttering in her chest. She pulled away slightly, looking up at you with hope. "They said it's mostly growth," she whispered, her cheeks still flushed. "My height will increase, and... and my chest size will too. It's supposed to make me... more womanly." She swallowed hard, her eyes searching yours. "But there's a chance I'll start... producing milk." She blushed even deeper, her hand unconsciously moving to cover her modest B-cups. "But it's supposed to be safe. Most of the women who took them just felt fuller, more... alive."*

You stroked her hair, feeling the softness of her cheek against your hand. "If it's what you really want, we'll deal with it together. But let's read the instructions carefully, okay?" You took the pill bottle, scanning the small print, noticing the before and after images on the side. The after image depicted a woman with breasts that seemed to defy gravity. "They say you're going to need a lot more than a new wardrobe."

Akiko nodded eagerly, her eyes sparkling with excitement. She took the bottle from you and read through the instructions. "It says to take one pill with a glass of water, and the effects can be gradual or... or very fast," she said, her voice trailing off. She looked up at you with a mix of anticipation and fear. "I... I don't know if I'm ready." She opened the bottle and fished out a single blue pill and held it between her thumb and forefinger, looking at it as if it were a tiny grenade. The kitchen seemed to shrink around her, the air thick with anticipation.

You placed your hand over hers, giving it a gentle squeeze. "We're in this together, Akiko. If you're not ready, we don't have to do this." You saw the conflict in her eyes, the desired to please you warring with her fear. You leaned down and kissed her, whispering, "I'm here for you, no matter what."*

Akiko's eyes searched yours, the blue pill resting in her trembling hand. She took a deep breath, the smell of sweet cookies and vanilla filling the air around her. "But what if I get too big?" she whispered. "Or what if it hurts?" Despite her fears, the hope in her voice was palpable. You cupped her face in your hands, feeling the warmth of her cheeks. "We'll handle it," you assured her.

With a nod, Akiko brought the pill to her lips, a bead of sweat forming on her forehead. She took a sip of water, and with a quick look up at you, she swallowed it. She watched you, her eyes wide and expectant, waiting for something to happen. "It's done," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

You watched Akiko intently, a mix of excitement and concern etched on your face. You could see the pill sliding down her throat, and you couldn't help but wonder what the next few moments would bring. Her hand lingered on the bottle, fingers lightly tracing the label. She looked so small and vulnerable standing in the kitchen, surrounded by the tools of her domestic craft. You remembered the first time you met her, how she had looked up at you with those same hopeful eyes. The room seemed to hold its breath with you as the seconds ticked by. You squeezed her hand, reassuring her with a soft smile. "No matter what happens," you said, "I'll be here to support you."

Her grip tightened around your hand as she nodded, trying to hold back her anxiety. She took a deep breath, and you could almost see the moment the pill took effect. Her body stiffened, eyes widening as a sensation unlike any other began to spread through her. A soft gasp escaped her lips as she felt the first twinges of growth in her chest. "Oh..." she whispered, her free hand moving to cover her breasts. "They're... growing."

You felt your heart race as you watched the transformation begin. Akiko's breasts swelled beneath her shirt, the fabric stretching to accommodate the sudden influx of size. Her B-cups started to ascend, becoming fuller, more voluptuous. Her shirt strained, the seams whispering a quiet protest as they struggled to contain her newfound volume. She looked up at you with a mix of awe and panic, her eyes pleading for reassurance. You couldn't help but feel a thrill at the sight, but you kept your focus on her comfort, your thumb brushing circles on the back of her hand to calm her nerves. "It's okay, Akiko," you murmured, your voice steady. "Just breathe."

Akiko nodded, her breaths shallow and quick. She watched in the mirror as her chest rose, the fabric of her shirt straining with every inhale. She felt the weight of her breasts shift and grow heavier. Her bra felt tight, the underwire digging into her skin. "Ah," she gasped, her eyes wide as she watched the cups of her bra stretch, the lace threatening to burst. She reached back to unclasp it, but her hands were trembling. The pressure built until the fabric surrendered with a soft pop. Her breasts spilled out, now a full C-cup, the skin taut and sensitive. "It... it hurts a little," she admitted, her voice trembling.

You rushed over to her, your eyes filled with concern. You helped her put off her shirt and remove the bra, tossing it aside gently. You could see the pain and discomfort etched on her face, but there was also something else - excitement. The way she looked at you, her eyes sparkling with a newfound sense of power, made you realize just how much she's been craving this transformation. You gently massaged her shoulders, feeling the tension melt away under your touch. "Let me help you," you murmured. Her skin was warm, and her breasts swollen, the nipples a dark pink and highly sensitive. "We'll get through this together," you said, stroking her hair as you helped her into a more comfortable position.

Her eyes fluttered closed as your touch soothed her, the pain caused by her bra subsiding. She let out a sigh of relief as the pressure on her chest eased. "Thank you," she whispered. Akiko looked down at her new C-cups, her hands cupping the soft mounds tentatively. "They're so... big," she said, her voice filled with wonder. She ran her fingers over the sensitive skin, feeling the weight and fullness of her new breasts. "Ara Ara," she said with a giggle, using a term of endearment she had picked up from anime. Suddenly she widened her eyes, and her cheeks reddened. "They're still growing!"

With every heartbeat, her breasts swelled further, filling her palms. She watched in amazement as they ascended to D-cups, the soft flesh spilling over the edge of her hands. Her nipples tightened into stiff peaks, and she felt the beginnings of a strange tingling sensation. "It's starting," she murmured, her cheeks flushing. The feeling was unlike anything she had ever experienced before - a delicious ache that seemed to resonate through her entire body.

You couldn't help but stare, mesmerized by the sight of her growth. You had always found her small, cute breasts beautiful, but this... it was like watching a perfect sculpture come to life before your eyes. The way her tiny hands clung to her new large curves, the way her skin stretched and changed, it was all so fascinating. You cleared your throat, trying to remember what you should do next. "How does it feel?" you asked, your voice a bit raspy.

Her eyes met yours, and she bit her bottom lip, her cheeks a deep shade of crimson. Without warning, she threw her head back and let out a loud, guttural moan. Her body started to stretch upwards, her legs elongating and pushing her onto her tiptoes. She grew taller, inch by inch, her remaining clothes straining against her new, bigger frame. "It feels... amazing," she gasped, her voice thick with pleasure. The fabric of her pants tightened around her thighs as they stretched, and you could see the unmistakable outline of her arousal. Her eyes glazed over with desire, and she moaned louder, her body seemingly unable to contain the pleasure coursing through her.

You watched in amazement as Akiko grew before your eyes, the MILF MAX pill clearly working its magic. She was now at least 5' 5" (165 cm), her legs long and curvy, her hips wider. Her breasts were now an E-cup, bouncing slightly with her every move. You couldn't help but feel a wave of arousal wash over you as you saw how much she was enjoying this transformation. "Keep going," you murmured, your voice thick with desire. You wanted to touch her, to feel her newfound power, but you were afraid to interrupt the process.

Akiko’s eyes rolled back as she grew another inch, her chest heaving with every breath she took. Her breasts now filled her palms, the weight of them feeling like heaven. She moaned louder, her voice echoing through the kitchen. “It’s so intense,” she managed to get out between gasps. The fabric of her pants strained against her hips, a clear outline of her growing arousal visible. She took another deep breath, and with it came a new wave of growth, pushing her to 5' 7" (170 cm). Her breasts, now a F-cup, pressed tightly against her clothes, making her even more excited. “I’m... I’m going to be so big,” she panted, her voice filled with lust.

As Akiko grew more and more voluptuous, you felt your body responding in kind. Your heart raced, and a warmth started to spread from your core, making its way down to your groin. You tried to focus on her comfort and the incredible transformation she was going through, but you couldn’t deny the effect she was having on you. You swallowed hard, trying to keep your voice steady as you spoke. "You're beautiful, Akiko," you said, your voice a little hoarser than usual.

Akiko's eyes flew open at your compliment, a shy smile spreading across her face. Her cheeks were flushed, her breaths coming in quick pants. She could feel her breasts continuing to swell, reaching G-cup, the sensation now bordering on overwhelming. She'd never felt so alive, so powerful. The fabric of her pants was now painfully tight, her arousal obvious as it strained against the material. She looked down at herself, her eyes wide with amazement and lust. "I can feel it," she whispered, her voice a whimper. "Every part of me is growing." She grew another 2 inches taller, now at 5' 9" (175 cm), and arched her back, her breasts lifting with the movement. "They're so... so heavy," she murmured, her voice thick with desire, as she leaned into you, her large breasts pressing against your chest, leaving no doubt about her excitement.

You felt her heart pounding through her chest, her breath hot against your neck as she nuzzled closer. The smell of vanilla from her hair mixed with the scent of her arousal, making your head spin. You cupped her face in your hands, tilting her chin up to look into her eyes. "How do you feel?" you asked, trying to keep your voice from betraying how much you were turned on by this.

As the potency of the MILF MAX pill continued to surge through Akiko's veins, she started to feel an intense warmth spreading from her chest, enveloping her entire being. Her breath caught as she felt a new sensation within her breasts—a heavy, fullness that seemed to be growing by the second. Her eyes widened with astonishment as she looked down to see her G-cups swelling into H-cups. A soft gasp escaped her lips as she felt the first droplets of milk bead at her nipples. Akiko's eyes locked onto yours, a wild, desperate look in them as she reached up, her hand trembling slightly as she touched her right breast. A soft moan escaped her as she felt the weight of the milk inside, the sensation causing her to grow another 2 inches, now standing at an impressive 5' 11" (180 cm). The pressure was unbearable, and she couldn’t resist the urge to pinch and play with her swollen, sensitive nipples. A thin stream of milk started to flow from them. She gasped, her cheeks flushing even darker. "It's... it's happening… The… the… the milk," she whispered, her voice thick with desire. "They're... they're getting so full!"

You stood there, watching Akiko's transformation unfold before you, feeling the room heat up with the intensity of her growth. Her H-cups spilled over her hands, the fabric of her pants straining dangerously as her body stretched and expanded. The sound of the material tearing was like a siren's call to the primal part of you, and you found yourself fighting the urge to rip it all away. But you kept your composure, watching as she played with her engorged nipples, the sight of her milk flowing setting your own desires ablaze. Her eyes were a mix of pleasure and panic, her body adjusting to the sudden influx of hormones and sensations. You leaned down, your breath hot against her ear. "You're doing so well, Akiko," you murmured, your voice a low growl. "Keep going. Show me how much you've grown." You couldn't help but trace your fingers down her side, feeling the new curves and contours of her body. Her skin was hot, her breathing rapid. Her breasts were now a staggering H-cup, leaking a small, delicious river of her sweet, sweet milk.

Akiko's breath hitched as she felt the next wave of growth surging through her body, more intense than the previous ones. Her breasts swelled even further, reaching an I-cup, and the sensation of milk inside them surged like a torrent. She threw her head back, moaning loudly, her body arching as if pulled by invisible strings. The sound echoed through the kitchen, a symphony of pleasure and pain that filled the air. Her legs quivered as she grew another 2 inches, now standing at 6' 1" (185 cm). Her eyes locked onto yours, pupils dilated with desire. "Oh, it's too much," she cried out, her voice strained. "But I... I want more!"

With a wild look in her eyes, Akiko's gaze darted back to the bottle of MILF MAX pills on the counter. Her pupils were dilated, and her breathing came in ragged gasps. Her swollen I-cup breasts ached with need, and she could feel the power coursing through her body. Without a word, she reached out for another pill, her hand shaking with excitement. Bringing it to her mouth, she took it with a gulp of water, and you watched as the kitchen lights seemed to dim, the atmosphere thick with anticipation as her body prepared for the next wave of growth.

As the effects began to take hold, her breasts swelled even more, pushing her to a J-cup. Her back arched further, and the fabric of her pants strained against the pressure of her expanding hips. She gasped, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy as she felt the pill dissolving in her stomach, releasing a new flood of growth hormones. Her skin stretched tightly over her new curves, and you could see the veins pulsing with power just beneath the surface.

Her body jolted as she grew another 3 inches, now standing at 6' 4" (193 cm). Her breasts continued to balloon, reaching a K-cup, and she let out a guttural moan that filled the room, the sound bouncing off the walls and sending a shiver down your spine. Lost in a whirlwind of pleasure and pain, her hands clutched at her chest, desperately trying to contain the ever-growing mounds. You could see the milk flowing freely from her nipples, glistening as it painted her stomach and thighs in a radiant sheen. Her body was a testament to the power of the pills, and with every inch she gained, her confidence seemed to blossom. "Oh, God, it's so... much!" she cried out, her voice hoarse with passion.

You stepped closer to her, your hand hovering over her swollen K-cups. "Are you okay?" you asked, your voice tight with restrained desire. You wanted to touch her, to be part of this incredible experience, but you didn’t want to overwhelm her. Her eyes locked onto yours, and she nodded frantically, a pleading look filling her gaze.

Akiko's body trembled with the next wave of growth as her breasts ascended to L-cups. The pressure was exquisite, and she could feel her body stretching to accommodate her new size. She took a deep, shuddering breath, her chest heaving. "It's too much," she gasped, "but I can't... I can't stop!"

Overwhelmed by the intense pleasure, Akiko's hand slid down to her throbbing clit, the wet fabric of her pants the only barrier to the relief she craved. She began to rub, her movements frantic and desperate. Her eyes squeezed shut as she let out a scream that could shatter glass, the pleasure so intense it was almost painful. The room seemed to spin as she felt herself shooting upwards, her breasts spilling milk in a torrent that drenched your face and chest. Her body stretched and expanded rapidly, adding inches to her height in mere seconds. Now a towering giantess at 6' 11" (211 cm), her L-cups had swollen to a ludicrous M-cup size. She stood before you, a vision of unbridled sexual power and beauty.

Suddenly, as if a switch had been flipped, Akiko stopped her frantic ministrations and straightened up. She took a deep, shuddering breath and looked down at you, her eyes filled with a mix of wonder and hunger. A mischievous smile played on her lips as she leaned forward, her massive M-cup breasts swaying gently with the movement. The room seemed to shrink around you as she brought her face closer to yours, the scent of her arousal and the sweetness of her milk enveloping you. "I want you to taste," she whispered, her voice husky with desire. (Picture)

You felt the heat of her breath against your skin as she leaned in, her breasts brushing against you. Unable to resist the temptation any longer, you leaned down and captured one of her leaking nipples in your mouth, the warm milk spilling onto your tongue. It was sweet and creamy, a taste that was both familiar and foreign. Akiko's moan of pleasure vibrated through her body, and you sensed her milk production increase in response. "Mm, delicious," you murmured, swirling your tongue around her areola and feeling the warmth of her skin beneath your touch.

Her body jolted as you took her nipple into your mouth, the sensation of your tongue against the sensitive peak sending waves of pleasure crashing through her. Akiko's eyes rolled back, and she let out a long, shaky moan. She felt her breasts swell even more, now a massive N-cup, the weight of them pulling her even closer to you. Her hand moved to the back of your head, guiding you to her other breast, urging you to drink from her. The warm milk flowed freely, soaking your chest and stomach. Her legs wobbled slightly; the growth made her feel both powerful and vulnerable. "More," she whispered, her voice needy. "Please, don't stop." The room seemed to spin around her, the world reduced to the sensation of your mouth on her body. Pill-induced climax was building within her, and the feeling of her breasts growing even larger only heightened the intensity.

You suckled eagerly at her breasts, the taste of her milk driving you wild. You couldn’t believe her size now, standing at a staggering 6' 11" (211 cm), with breasts so large they seemed to have a life of their own. Moving your hand to cup the base of one, you felt the weight of her newfound size in your palm. Looking up at her, your eyes glazed over with desire, you murmured between mouthfuls, "You're so beautiful, Akiko."

Her body responded to your praise, growing another 2 inches to 7' 1" (216 cm), her breasts reaching an unprecedented O-cup size. You felt your own arousal peaking, and you couldn’t help but press your hardening cock against her massive thigh.

Akiko's eyes fluttered open, watching you through a haze of pleasure. Her hands gently guided your face, pushing her breasts further into your eager mouth. "It's so much," she moaned, feeling her body stretch to accommodate the growth. The fabric of her now extremely tight pants was soaked with her milk and your precum, the scent of arousal filling the air. Her skin felt hypersensitive, every touch sending electric sparks through her. As you suckled, her nipples hardened further, filling your mouth even more, the sensation sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core. She reached down, her fingers brushing against the bulge in your pants. "Let me," she whispered, her voice a seductive purr.

You felt Akiko's hand against your crotch, her gentle touch sending waves of heat through your body. You released her nipple with a soft pop and looked up into her eyes. They were filled with a fiery passion you had never seen before, and it was all because of the power she now possessed. Nodding, you allowed her to undo your pants, her delicate touch surprisingly firm. As your cock sprang free, she gasped at the sight of your hardness, her own desire mirrored in her gaze.

She sank to her knees, her breasts—now O-cups—swaying with the movement, and took you into her mouth. The warmth and wetness enveloping you felt heavenly, and you couldn’t help but let out a moan of your own. Her tongue swirled around your shaft as she grew another inch, reaching 7' 2" (218 cm), her breasts swelling to a P-cup. The sensation of her mouth and the weight of her breasts pressing against you was overwhelming.

Akiko's eyes lit up with excitement as she took your cock into her mouth, feeling it throb against her tongue. She had never felt so alive, so powerful. Her breasts continued to grow, now reaching a Q-cup, the weight making it harder to balance as she knelt before you. She felt your hand in her hair, guiding her, and the sensation of dominance sent a shiver down her spine. Her body responded to your touch, growing another inch to 7' 3" (221 cm). Her mouth was filled with your length, and she could feel the milk leaking from her nipples, pooling on the floor beneath her.

She moaned around you, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked harder. The pressure in her breasts became unbearable, and she sensed a new wave of growth approaching. Her eyes watered with the effort, but she didn’t stop; her newfound size and power made her insatiable.

You gripped her hair a little tighter as you felt her mouth working on you, the sensation of her tongue and teeth sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. Her breasts were growing now so massive that they pressed against your legs, compelling you to reach down and squeeze them. You moaned her name, lost in the moment, as she continued to suck and lick. Just as you were on the edge of a powerful climax, she suddenly pulled away, her eyes gleaming with a mix of mischief and need.

"My turn," she said, her voice low and seductive. She stood, her breasts now R-cups, and lifted you effortlessly onto the kitchen counter.

Her gentle dominant side came to the forefront as she took charge, her new height and size giving her a commanding presence. She unbuttoned your shirt, her massive R-cup breasts jiggling with every movement. You watched in awe as she climbed up and straddled you, her hips swaying, milk still dripping from her nipples. Leaning in, her breath warm against your skin, she whispered, "I want you to fill me up." Her hands roamed over your chest, sending sparks of pleasure through you.

You couldn’t believe the change in her, the way she had taken control. You nodded eagerly, your heart racing. "Yes, Akiko," you murmured, your voice thick with desire. She smiled, and you felt the counter shift under her weight as she ground against you. Her wetness coated your stomach, and you reached down to stroke her folds, feeling her body quiver in response.

Akiko's eyes glazed over with pleasure as she felt your hands on her. Her body had grown to a towering 7' 4" (224 cm), her R-cup breasts now a ludicrous S-cup, threatening to spill over the counter. She moaned as your fingers explored her, the sensation of her growth only heightening her arousal. Reaching back, her long fingers unhooked her pants and slid them down her legs along with her panties. "I need you," she whispered, her voice a sultry purr.

Her breasts pressed into your chest, leaving wet trails of milk as she leaned in to kiss you. Her tongue danced with yours, and she could taste her own milk on your lips. The scent of her desire filled the room, and she grew another inch to 7' 5" (226 cm), her breasts swelling to a T-cup. She ground her pelvis against you, her need becoming more urgent.

You moaned into her mouth, the heat between you palpable. You felt the head of your cock nudge against her wetness, and she gasped, her breasts jiggling. Breaking the kiss, you whispered, "Let me in, Akiko."

Akiko's eyes blazed with desire as she nodded, her breaths coming in short, ragged gasps. She leaned back slightly, giving you the space needed. You positioned yourself at her entrance, feeling the warmth of her body against yours. With a gentle push upwards, you smoothly slid into her, her tightness wrapping around you like a warm, wet glove. She let out a soft cry, her body jolting with pleasure. You watched in amazement as her breasts grew yet again, reaching an unbelievable U-cup size, the weight of them pushing against the counter. Her walls tightened around you as she grew another inch to 7' 6" (229 cm). Her eyes rolled back, and she threw her head back, her long hair cascading down her back. "Ah, yes, yes, more," she begged, her voice a symphony of need.

As if unable to contain herself, Akiko's hips began to buck wildly, her oversized breasts slapping against your chest with each powerful movement. You felt her body swell again, her breasts reaching an unimaginable V-cup, the weight of them pressing you against the countertop. Her movements grew more erratic and intense, her body seemingly out of control, driven by the growth and her insatiable lust. Her nails dug into your shoulders as she impaled herself on you, her moans turning into a series of desperate gasps for air. "I need you," she rasped, her voice strained and animalistic.

In the midst of her passionate frenzy, Akiko's hand shot out and grabbed the bottle of MILF MAX pills. She tipped her head back, her mouth open wide, and popped a handful of them into her mouth. Her eyes never left yours, a wild look of defiance and desire. Without missing a beat, she brought her massive, milk-soaked V-cup tit to her lips and took several deep, powerful gulps, the pills slipping down her throat with the sweet, creamy liquid. Her breasts grew even more substantial, now reaching a monstrous W-cup, the skin stretching tight as her milk production skyrocketed. She let out a moan that was more of a roar, the vibrations of it echoing through the kitchen, and you watched in amazement as she swallowed the potent cocktail of growth and desire.

With a feral growl, Akiko's hips began to pound against yours, the force of her movements threatening to shatter the counter beneath you. Each slam of her giant W-cup breasts sent shockwaves through your body, and you could feel the wood starting to crack under the pressure. Her eyes rolled back in ecstasy, and you watched as she grew even taller before your eyes. Her legs grew longer, pushing her up to 7' 8" (234 cm), her breasts swelling to a staggering X-cup. The room seemed to shrink around her as she leaned back, her back arched in pleasure, and you felt the counter groan beneath the weight of her growing body. The sound of wood splintering was a symphony to your ears as she grew another 7 inches, now standing at 8' 4" (254 cm), her breasts reaching an Y-cup.

You grabbed onto her giant hips, trying to keep her steady as she grew even more substantial before your eyes. Her Y-cup breasts were so massive that they completely obscured your view of her face, and the sensation of them slapping against your chest was driving you wild. You felt her muscles tighten around your cock as she grew to 8' 11" (272 cm), her breasts reaching a Z-cup, and you knew she was close to climaxing.

Akiko's eyes snapped open, her pupils dilated with lust. "I can't... I can't hold it," she gasped out, her breaths coming in short bursts. Her body was a taut bowstring, ready to snap. You could feel her walls clenching around you as she grew another 3 inches to 9' 1" (277 cm), her Z-cups swelling into an unheard-of A2-cup size. You were soaked with her milk, and the counter beneath you was a wreck of splintered wood. "I'm going to... I'm going to come," she warned, her voice a desperate whine.

You felt the warmth of your climax filling her, and that was the tipping point. Akiko threw her head back and screamed your name, the sound echoing through the house. Her body convulsed around you, her muscles spasming with the intensity of her orgasm. She exploded in size. Her breasts grew so large, now an incredible C2-cup, that they engulfed your face, leaving you gasping for air. Her pleasure was so intense that she grew another 15 inches, reaching 10' 4" (315 cm), and her orgasm seemed to last forever, her body quivering uncontrollably with each pulse of her release.

Even as her body shuddered with the aftershocks of her climax, Akiko continued to ride the waves of pleasure. Her hips undulated, her massive C2-cup breasts swaying in a mesmerizing dance. The sensation of her tightness around you didn't diminish, and you felt yourself hardening again. Her eyes searched yours, and she whispered, "Don't stop, please." It was as if she had ascended to some divine plane of existence, her movements a sacred ritual. Her skin was flushed, and she glowed with the power of her new size.

You leaned back, letting her breasts envelop you once more, your face buried in the softness of her flesh. You could feel the warmth of her skin, the gentle powerful beat of her heart beneath your cheek, and the sweet scent of her milk. Your hands found their way to her nipples, now the size of avocados, and you began to knead them gently, feeling her body react to your touch. Her breath hitched, and she grew another 5 inches to 10' 9" (328 cm), her breasts reaching a D2-cup size constantly leaking rivers of hot milk between your palms. Her legs, now long and powerful, wrapped around your waist, pulling you deeper into her warm, welcoming embrace.

Akiko's breath caught in her throat as she felt your hands on her giant swollen nipples, her eyes rolling back in pure ecstasy. The feeling of your cock still inside her, combined with the tender care of your touch, was intoxicating. "More," she begged, her voice a needy whine. She felt herself growing again, this time to an E2-cup, the weight of her breasts becoming almost too much to handle. The pressure built within her, and she could feel another orgasm approaching like a freight train, unstoppable and all-consuming.

You couldn't believe the feeling of her body growing around you, the warmth and softness of her E2-cup breasts against your face. You began to thrust into her with renewed vigor, feeling the heat of her desire. You felt her muscles tighten around you as she grew to 11' 4" (346 cm), her breasts now a F2-cup, and you knew she was on the edge. "I'm going to make you cum again, Akiko," you murmured against her skin, your voice thick with lust.

Akiko's eyes snapped wide open, and she threw her head back, her long hair cascading over the edge of the kitchen counter. A primal scream tore from her throat, a mix of pleasure and pain as she climaxed again. Her body convulsed, and a torrent of milk shot from her nipples, painting the whole kitchen white. Her breasts grew even larger, reaching a staggering G2-cup, and the room echoed with the sound of your flesh slapping against hers. The force of her orgasm was so intense that she grew another 6 inches, now a towering 12' 0" (366 cm) giantess, her breasts threatening to fill the entire space.

The room fell silent except for the sound of Akiko's heavy, ragged breaths and constant stream of milk. She had stopped moving, her massive G2-cup breasts rising and falling with each breath, creating a sea of soft flesh around you. You were completely buried beneath her, unable to see or move. The warmth and weight of her body was overwhelming, and you felt the last vestiges of her orgasm through her still-throbbing walls. Her breaths grew deeper, more controlled, and she began to lift herself off you, her breasts receding from your face. She looked down at you with a gentle smile, her eyes filled with a mix of love and concern. "Are you okay?" she whispered, her voice now a deep, velvety purr that seemed to resonate through the air.

You nodded, a bit dazed, taking in deep breaths of the sweet-scented air. "Yeah," you managed to croak out, your voice hoarse. "That was... intense." You watched as Akiko, now standing at 12' 0" (366 cm), gently climbed off the counter, her giant breasts leading the way. You took a moment to appreciate the sheer scale of her transformation. Her body was a landscape of curves and softness, and you couldn't help but feel a swell of pride and desire for the giant woman you loved.

Akiko's smile grew as she watched you regain your composure, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Let's move to the living room," she suggested, her G2-cup breasts jiggling with the idea. "It's more spacious."

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[problemsleuth]

diamonds droog's online shopping cart full of heel lift inserts these days

(lookingat images) im starting to get it. it=pickle inspector being solidly taller than droog

[yallemagne]

Mason Darvell from C.R. Kane's The Vampyres.

I hate this fucking asshole, and I love to laugh at his stupid antics. This is an awful man with no brain. Terrible men in fiction are always a tossup for me, but much like Henry Jekyll, reading from this man's crooked perspective has me cackling and saying "oh, you manwhore". The dynamic between him and Johan is fantastically twisted.

My art of Johan Teller.

(close-up and some more info under the cut)

Like with Johan, this design is influenced by @see-arcane's comics including Mason, which already consisted of bright fiery reds, a leather jacket, and grey eyes.

Since it was mentioned a total of one time in the story, I put Johan in some sensible walking shoes and Mason in leather dress shoes. Details, details, otherwise Johan would have been given heels to increase the height difference I gave them. Indeed, I did force a height difference where Mason is smaller because it just feels right. He's not short, no short king allegations, but he feels like the smaller man in the relationship.

I first drew him with stubble, but See hasn't been drawing him that way, and I figured the stubble did look a bit less... clean? Kinda made him look like a mess, so that shall be saved for later.

In general? His design is really simple. He's just your toxic boyfriend who drives too fast in residential areas and probably flirts with your parents. I could maybe see him decked out in watches or something, but at the same time? Perhaps he would see them as a nuisance. Too identifying.

My Ko-fi

[yeahcurrahhe-e]

𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐏 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐌

〚 𝐑. 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 〛

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ➛ mentions of Nazi symbol, violence, swearing, blood

𝐘/𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐍’𝐓 been so flourished with cheers and genuine happiness in months, the liberation of Eindhoven a miracle to the aching soul shackled in her chest. Hell, she couldn’t even single out the last moment that a burning rush of happiness graced her threadbare nerves.

She trekked through the throngs of giddy and riotous citizens, a few children embracing her legs with every nerve of strength in their tiny bodies. She beamed from beneath the bowed shadow of her helmet, the dark rims beneath her eyes protruding through the canvas of elation, a numbness in her fingertips as she grazed an embrace over their knit sweaters and dresses. And it almost felt monstrous to touch such innocence with the plagued hands of a war-exhausted soldier. Yet, these few children bounded to her with such a devastating extent of relief on their pale faces, that she couldn’t bask in regrets for too long.

As Y/N shifted to retrieve a few rations of chocolate from her pouch, her gaze passed over the flitting bodies of older citizens in their exhilaration and to the redhead captain idling about a light post, keen eyed and strategic concentration beneath the cerulean luster of his eyes. His dirtied fingers clasped feverishly a pair of binoculars as murmurs were exchanged beneath the din to Welsh and Nixon. And, as if sensing the subtle pressure of her stare upon him, he dropped away his binoculars to around his neck, amicable eyes impossibly rooting out hers in the bustle.

He bowed his head at her with a familiar quirk at the corner of his mouth, their gazes lingering in a fleeting silence that’d make any soldier of the company gauge a second look in bewilderment — their captain was a living, breathing illustration of an army disciplinary booklet, never had they began to think of the human being thriving outside the quiet stoicism, loyalty of the redhead, and how he could allow for something resembling love to hinder his maturity. And that’s what throbbed in the exhausted eyes of the captain and lieutenant, before it was jostled away by a wrench on the fold of her jacket.

The rations of chocolate she had retrieved vanished into the raucous of Mary Janes and loafers, her hands absentmindedly engaging in a grapple with the rough grasp on her jacket. She had never heard any footsteps approaching in the tensely abuzz atmosphere, and she cast a hand out to seize her rifle from its snug embrace around her shoulder before the individual put their hand down on the barrel, nudging its salvation away into the distracted crowd.

Every inch of her body felt as if it accommodated lead weights as her overwrought eyes moved along the distant rifle in a puddle, her legs cramping with agonizing spasms as she heaved her legs around against the increasing pressure on her, the weight of all her gear scorning her attempts. More hands were seizing any open gap of her uniform and heaving her through drunken citizens, their beaming faces hasting past her broad eyes in blurs. The frustrated gulp she took burned her larynx, and she strained a hand towards the sheath on her leg, fingers cramping just short of her knife’s handle.

The sole of a shoe harshly kicked at her quivering, pinched hand and a gurgle of a growl and cry rolled through her throat. A few aggressive murmurs of Dutch or German, she couldn’t exactly pinpoint it, rebounded against her ringing ears as she was shoved to the bricks with a disgusted thrust. In instinct, her arms still desperately thrashed against the few men that clutched handfuls of her uniform in their fists, writhing against them. A fist blinded her resolve as it dove into her cheek and she subtly hunched, only for a different hand to harshly pluck a tousle of her hair, wrenching her back into a contorted arch.

At the spotty height of her gaze, she perceived the silver glimmer of scissors, teasing over her in doom. Fucking hell. Survive D-Day just to get murdered by some nutcase in Holland. In her quavery peripheral, she gazed over hunched women, their silky dresses wrenched from their porcelain skin as they wailed in shattered screams. Patches of hair protruded amidst the bald of their scalp, wispy lines of blood trickling away from lacerations burningly swollen on their blanched complexion. And a Swastika was roughly streaked black on their foreheads.

A second kick of adrenaline coursed through her veins long enough to extract a Kraut knife from her belt and yank it vigorously towards the hip of one of the nearby men. Her heels are what landed roughly first into the ruptured brick of the roadway as she vaguely perked at furious exclaims from within the maze of citizens — and they were in English, American accents.

“Hey! Hey! She’s an American! Stop!”

“Fucking douchebag, look at the flag on her sleeve!”

“Let her go!”

And as she wrenched away from the throng of three men, she heard the familiar snip of scissors somewhere above her head. A dense strand of her hair descended painfully slow in the stiff air to the bricks, the hands replaced by those of her own company, bustling her away from the shrieking wails of women being stripped of their feminism and branded like cattle.

She tasted the acridness of blood in her mouth from delving her teeth into her bottom lip during her struggle, her breaths now gulps of bewilderment and anger within her lungs. Mumbles of reassurance were strung around her frenzied hearing, and yet, in a suffocating stupor, she walked without acknowledgement to their throngs of words. Any indication of life only buzzed through when her perturbed eyes gave way to the concerned ones of Dick Winters.

The captain was nearly as crimson in the face as his hair was in shade, picking apart the crowd with his hasty shuffle through it to reach her, the other Easy soldiers dubiously waning away at the sight of their frenzied captain.

An invisible hand was clasped over her mouth as it sought words for the redhead man bumbling through fraught citizens towards her. Her mouth idiotically pinched in cumbersome movements, and her tongue pricked with unspoken words. An abrupt needle of adrenaline pierced her heart, unloading in an instant when his hand plucked hers. She felt her ribs heaving as if confined by ropes in her chest, straining to inflate her crippled lungs, her overwrought eyes moving along his moving mouth — but her ears drained the sound of his words and she was a stiff deer in headlights. She wanted to run. All sounds that were adjacent feel far away, as if she were no longer in the body that stood paralyzed on the damp bricks.

Her brain was an electrical storm, lightning striking with tidal waves of anger, frustration, and anxiety in her neurons. She wrenched her hand from the tender clasp of her boyfriend rather absentmindedly, his eyes ablaze with confusion as she jogged off from the ardor of the crowd, wrenching her helmet on in her stride. Nixon and Welsh’s individual gazes moved along the fretful flee of the woman, as if she were running from artillery, pausing the inhale of their smoldering cigarettes with a frown wrapped around the toxic stick.

And then their captain was careening feet-first into the fiery wrath of her departure, skidding on shell casings, pine needles, and discarded flags.

—

Her footsteps were a perturbed song as they curtly pursued the trajectory to the town’s idle river. Despite it being a humid afternoon that loomed over the town, the water would undoubtedly be cold. However, she’d rather be freezing her ass off than confronting an anxiety-consumed concerned Dick Winters at the town’s center — be an exhibition of mortification to the company as a clump of her hair lay amidst the bricks, her dignity with it.

Y/N wrenched off her OD jacket with a sharp cry of a growl emitting from between clenched teeth. Her peripheral pinpointed the purples and scarlets bubbling beneath the sweep of her skin from the clasps of those men. The bitter prick that pooled through her nerves was poison as she felt disgusted by the memory of ghostly hands on her arms, the snag of her scalp. For a moment it felt like hell. A wound from hell that scorned the best of women.

“Y/N!”

His voice — a shot of lucent Heaven in the dreary crimson smoldering in her chest as she stood at the fringes of the river in her white undershirt. Her jacket was a lame crumple alongside her boots that squished dank twines of algae beneath them.

“Y/N?”

Her fists trembled at her sides, bristling the cloth of her begrimed pants; she was not one who wore her heart on her sleeve, deal out the cards of her emotions for others to observe - judge - war was a burial ground for emotions, souls, of those who toiled in its name. And she wouldn’t let herself burgeon in fire red for what had happened to her, for the scraps of dignity floating in a spate in her stomach, for the hideous blotch on her head. Yet, as much as she would bury the dread and misery far into the dirt beneath her feet, her emotions were an open casket to Dick Winters - there was no concealing the hideous reality of them from him. And she’d bless God for his keen kindness any other day. God, how she would.

“Are you hurt?” he inquired, clearing his throat while his boots slipped shortly on slick algae in the shallow water, trudging through soupy sand until he settled at a cautious distance from her.

“Just a few bruises,” she muttered, staring at the soft presence of the river, and him scrutinizing her beneath the pale sky, how she appeared so broken and small in nature’s veneer. Stress stretched a horizon beneath her ragged eyes as they moved over each margin and curve of the river, rather than dare confront the tension cultivating between them.

“Y/N…” Dick’s sigh sounded defeated as he now loitered a few inches from her, perhaps even exhausted. It was a small call of her name but enough to burst some life into her rigid stature.

Y/N earnestly mainlined some formality into her posture when it wilted like the dying soul in her chest, wiping furiously at the light rose of her nose and crystal eyes. “What?” she grunted with a tasteless amount of frustration radiating from her.

She shifted her hand away from the fever of her face, bending to pluck her jacket from the mites of sand, her helmet plummeting off to accompany it rather than replace it. Her body pinched with a foreboding rigidity as she braced herself for impact, the mellow wind bristling the swollen crimson patch on her head. Her hand was intercepted by a concerned and warm hand. Y/N’s hand cramped to recoil it away from the cradle of his own, yet he bolstered his clasp, halting her second endeavor for avoidance.

He was a man that knew no fear until he acknowledged his feelings for her. He had met every dread of his in her heedless behavior. And the forebode was a nauseating acid in the abyss of his stomach when his eyes scoured the patch on the rear of her head, where hair had evidently been snipped off.

“Hey, hey…” He interjected as her furious eyes crystalled gradually in the hoary daylight. His index finger grazed over the crook of her palm one as she partially glowered at him with a humiliated expression, “I-I’m sorry, Y/N.”

To his bewilderment, her body jolted out with a meager quiver, her fortifications set alight by the overwhelming misery and humility devouring her soul. She wept, hot tears soaked into the lines of exhaustion on her young face, leaving damp evidence upon her sunken cheeks. Dick had only ever witnessed Y/N cry once, but she hadn’t quite been the same since Normandy. Nobody had. Yet, this was the woman he adored far beyond the hellish confines of this war, and the chipping away of her soul was proven by the pallid devastation on her face.

And she couldn’t refuse when his hands drew her head into the crook of his neck, embracing her tight to make her cracks remain together. She clung onto him now, pulling him into her spindly figure, his fingers brushing timidly over the spreading bruising of purple with yellow blotches exposed by the subtle rise of her shirt. Similar violet speckles distended beneath crimson on her arms. Yet, no meager swell of a bruise prepared him for the protrusion of red on her scalp, where the tips of scissors had lacerated the sensitive skin in its maneuver to snip away the hair concealing it.

Anger, pain, and sadness roused in an aggressive entanglement in his psyche, and he hated that he didn’t know how to help her. She abruptly shifted back from his chest, the verdant of the uniform dampened in tear tracks, and buried her flushed face into her hands, entombing the humiliation. Her fingers fist handfuls of her hair, stretching out the white of her scalp with clenches of her roots, shaking her head in utter disgust when her fingertips abraded over the blotch on her head.

“Y/N, stop,” he hissed when the wrenches were too cruel and sadistic, her teeth gritting loudly beneath a frown. He sounded profoundly frustrated, something that bubbled painfully; helplessness soured at the linings of his stomach at the sight of her looking so defeated and resentful with herself.

When she attempted to say his name, it sputtered out in a shattered and rough gurgle, her throat so throttled by tightness and raw from emotion that he almost didn’t pick up on the whimper.

“I fucked up, I’m a paratrooper and couldn’t even defend myself against three scrawny men! I froze and let it happen-”

Her face was warm between the clasp of his callus palms, and Dick was fleetingly relieved when she didn’t turned away or attempt to scramble from his hold.

“You did not screw up,” he asserted, trying not to let his individual fury bleed into frustration at the blame she was ramshackling herself with, “And you didn’t let it happen. It happened too fast for you to realize what was happening. This doesn’t define your worth as a paratrooper, you know that.”

“But how good can I be when I can’t think fast on my feet? When I choke up from shock?” Y/N’s toilworn eyes flicked up to his as he brushed away stray, sweaty strands of hair from her forehead.

“We’re all out of our element here. Being around civilization, people - no threat of artillery, everyone cheering and smiling. It’s not like the front lines here and you were caught up in the exhilaration of it all,” Dick murmured, her shuddering breath fanning over the freckles of his cheekbones, expression subtly spited beneath the lour of red canvassing her face, “Sweetheart, don’t ever think you’re no good here - heck - you’re better than most of us here.”

His thumbs brushed away the lukewarm tears trickling down the arch of her cheeks as she subtly shook her head with a dampened smile that was radiant in the sooty daytime, “I guess it’s a good thing we wear helmets.” A slight gesture went towards the rear of her head.

Dick scoffed lightly at her quip, shaking his head at her as he plucked her helmet from its sandy bolster at their feet, “You say it as if you look like a barbershop disaster.” He gently eased the olive and netted helmet onto the crown of her head, finger scraping by the white spade on the side of it while his hands relented back to the prominence of her cheekbones, “I fell in love with you when you were a sweaty mess after running Currahee…love you when you’re plastered head to toe with blood and dirt…”

She rolled her eyes from beneath the shady drape of the helmet’s edge, “Yeah, yeah, enough with the lovey-dovey shit….” Her knowing smirk cracked into a candid smile, “How you ever managed to fall in love with me, Richard Winters, I’ll never know.”

“It wasn’t that hard,” he ducked a hasty kiss to her lips and she could feel his mouth form the bow of a smirk.

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[winterbunny137]

°Headcannons for a sex change

°Fandom : Mafia teacher Reborn

°Size :813.

°Character : fem!Squalo Superbia ;

fem!Xanxasa Skanriani⋆ :

The labels : These are purely my headcannons, please do not take too much to heart if you think differently.

My mom is in Xanxas.

Squalo

I couldn't depict how I see her, I just literally sit down to draw, but I hope you can imagine from the description

The height is about 180-182 . Her physique is slender, but at the same time toned and to some extent athletic, reflecting her physical fitness. She has broad shoulders. It seems to me that the figure of Squalo would be a "rectangle" Or a "guitar ". The second breast size. Her long limbs give her grace. Superbia remains loyal to his boss, from which he continues to keep the oath and does not cut his hair. She usually wears them in a ponytail when she does household chores or sports. As for the face, it seems to me that her face has sharp features and at the same time she has a hooked nose (this is my Roman Empire). Her body is also covered with scars from missions of various ranks.

As for the prosthetic arm, she doesn't have a large collection of them. One of the very first she received from her friend Dino, after which it was already a gift from the whole Variety. Also, sometimes her prostheses like to be pasted with stickers or rhinestones by Belphegor, or Lussuria. Although Lussuria still sometimes imitates a manicure on a prosthesis. What makes Squalo snap at them?

She has a lot of throat sprays

She is a little deaf, which may cause her to abruptly start talking louder than usual

As for the care of her hair, she has a large number of shampoos, conditioners, masks and balms. Washing and grooming usually takes up to two hours of free time. At the same time, sometimes this time may increase after missions , as blood or other liquid tangles the hair and can hardly be removed from them

On weekends, he is engaged in reading books or newspapers. She likes science fiction or historical works

The closet of skualo's clothes is quite full of clothes, there is a lot of variety here. From various trousers to long massive skirts. The top can be a tight top or a baggy sweater

He likes funny slippers. At the moment they are in the form of sharks

As for the relationship, she is not indifferent to her boss, but due to professional vocabulary, she does not express it strongly.

Squalo also knows about Dino's feelings, but she sees her as a friend. What is the reason for the friend zone?

She uses a light cologne to kill the smell of whiskey, which often flies into her

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Xanxas

If you describe Xanxas in a sex change. It seems to me that she was about 176-178 centimeters tall. There are a bunch of different rough scars on her dark skin, they are located on various parts of her body. At the same time, she has a well-toned physique, which speaks of her hard training. The press is in the form of six cubes, it becomes well visible when she unbuttons her shirt. The owner of the hourglass figure

She is the owner of the third breast size, but at the same time refused to wear a bra. (a strong woman does not wear bras). She doesn't mind that at some point her breasts may be the main object of human gaze.

In her wardrobe you can find a large number of shirts, tunics, turtlenecks and extraordinary T-shirts. Trousers often resemble officer's or military trousers, but there are also classic trousers. He prefers boots from shoes , but you can find black shoes that are close to men 's

Her right ear has three punctures, one lobe and two punctures of the upper cartilage. The left ear has only one puncture on the lobe

Breakfast, lunch and dinner were accompanied by a glass of whiskey on the rocks. Although sometimes it turned into one or two bottles of whiskey a day

On weekends, he likes to go hunting or even fishing. Always allowing Levi-Ah-Tan to accompany her. Occasionally even inviting his right hand- Squalo

Sometimes she has affairs with men or women, but most often it is a one-night stand. He sees no point in starting a longer relationship

She has her own collection of small animal tails, some of which are her trophies from hunting. At the same time, she uses them as a belt decoration, placing them on the belt from the side. She also often weaves small ponytails into strands of hair at the back of her head . Not only the raccoon's tail, he alternates them with others

It seems to me that he has small tails like that:raccoon, mink, ferret, small fox and others

Perhaps scanriani smokes, but not so often. One cigarette a day or two. There is no such strong dependence (but dependence on alcohol)

I think once in her life she was taken to an alcoholics Anonymous club and it was boring

She doesn't use makeup, she doesn't see the point in it. Occasionally, Lussuria can make it up, but this is right for important evenings where you need to look "feminine ". On such days, she may still be forced to wear a tight dress and high-heeled shoes. Which she doesn't really know how to walk on. Which is why he often holds Levi's hand and orders him to accompany him to the event

Once, drunkenly, she kissed Squalo and practically put her in her bed, but because of her strong intoxication, she literally fell asleep on a white-haired girl

The same lady who makes black cat nails. But they are usually of small length, yet when assembling and creating weapons, it is inconvenient for her.

She uses a strong enough perfume to sometimes kill the smell of alcohol from herself. Most often these are coffee notes and tobacco

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