"Hell no! We've gotta do something. I don't know what bu..."
"Most people dream dreams, Jim. I'm living one. What's wrong with that?" Sharon wiggled against her massive shaft, failing to wrap her arms around it. Dribbles and globs of white goo dripped through the hole in the ceiling. Jim hated to think of what the living room looked like.
Jim had seen images like Sharon on the web. Japanese artists drawing absurdly large dicks attached to tiny girls. A passing oddity to him, Sharon had apparently been developing a deeply rooted fetish for the idea. He would have to cure her himself, or she'd be forever trapped in his basement. He shuddered at the cost of cleaning up after this.
"Worshipers. That's the next step." Sharon was talking to herself from atop her testicular throne.
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