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Brandon touched his hand to the shelf of his dresser, and the wooden piece dissolved into the bark. It left an empty space along the subtle curve of his Great Maple, and he traced a single finger down one of the paths the bark yielded. The entire tree seemed to groan, and then the bark opened. Blue light struck my corneas, leaving after images on my lenses. When I opened my eyes, I was staring at a mirror. That was my first reaction, anyway. My brain hadn’t yet made the realization that my face - my face, not Diamond’s- was staring sightlessly back at me. Then it hit me. Light blue eyes, pale skin, strawberry-blonde hair, a smattering of freckles across a pointed nose, and a pronounced chin. My face. I looked down at my body, at the generous swell of my chest, the soft flat of my abdomen, the widening of my hips, and the supple domes they BigCock bore. I was beautiful. Vines glowing with blue energy were attached to my neck, sternum, and abdominal vitals, the tendrils pulsing with the cadence of my heartbeat. My heartbeat. Mine. “Not the freakshow in Gloria’s coffin, blonde huh, Diamond?” Brandon laughed, “I don’t know why making people is so much harder than everything else. I can just will any animal into existence, but people take time. And of course, I can’t make a person, only a body, and just creating an empty husk takes the entire lifeforce of a Great Maple.” “She’s beautiful.” I whispered. I was vaguely aware MILF that I was crying. “Well, I’ll admit to taking some artistic licenses.” Brandon chuckled, “I didn’t have Angela to model for me, so I needed to go by memory, and my memory made things… bigger.” “She’s perfect.” My voice was air. “You think so?” Brandon asked, happy with my review, “Angela’s projection is just her perception of herself, so if I fucked up, I’ll never hear the end of it, believe me.” “You’re wrong.” I said, keeping my face obscured with my hair, “Angela’s projection is your perception of her. ” “What are you talking about?” Brandon laughed incredulously. “She’s just an idea you kept alive.” My eyes were blurring, “She’s just a feeling you couldn’t lose.” “Diamond, are you alright?” “She’s your serenity.” I whispered. Brandon was quiet for a moment. “Serenity.” He finally said in a low voice, “That’s a good word for her.” “It’s a name.” I muttered. I wanted to turn around and tell him. Every fiber of bigtits my being urged me to, but I didn’t. I couldn’t. If I did, then it would all be lost. I would sacrifice everything just to feel his breath on my lips. I turned away from Brandon and myself, and I walked wordlessly away, my footsteps echoing in the cavernous trunk. A pair of calloused hands clasped my shoulders. I tried to keep walking. They held me fast. I tried to wiggle free. They turned me around. I tried not to look. They tilted my face interracial upward. I was actively encouraging it and I knew it. Marrek had been pumping his cock the entire time, turned on by the desperate zeal of these two fuck-slaves. “Well, Aurora, he sounds like such a...” Paris's words trailed off as she stared at me. “Why are you fucking him!” This was the point where a careful eye would draw the blonde attention of a bouncer. She was wearing baggy sweatpants so he couldn’t tell much else. She bigtits bent over, and unzipped his shorts, and his erection sprung free, and her eyes lit up. She bit her lips together between her teeth and tried to ignore the pain and concentrate on Rex's glorious cock sliding in and out of her bowels. She said she was going to give him a blowjob and would be there in a minute. And suck them I did, I licked and sucked on them as she squirmed under me as interracial we lay naked on the bed, and she moaned and begged me to keep up my onslaught BigCock on her tits. The pregnant lamia waddled up, MILF her hands rubbing her belly. As he went in deep enough to encountered her cherry. She was on her stomach with her head to the side, her arms were over her head.