You gasp as she towers over you. "Care to change your answer, slave?" She asks, leaning over you, her new breasts shaking above you"
"H-How are you doing this?!" You ask, fearfully. You take a step back from the shock.
"Well, when I was made, the girl I was made after found me and stuffed a chaos emerald into my head. So now, either lick my feet, or you will get a much worse punishment." She warns.
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