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Cold dread fills her veins at the crunching sound of breaking plastic. Rapidly stumbling backwards. Yuki's bust kept up it's momentum, until she crashed into the wall. In a flailing windmill of arms and bouncing flesh. Barely managing to keep on her feet, she settled her bust, until she could peer beyond it's horizon.
There on the carpet, was the shattered dictaphone. Her only escape from this busty hell. Overwhelmed, she sank to her knees. The weight of her titties adding to her momentum, until with a pained gasp, she hit the floor. Her bust shimmied and danced, pulling at her shoulders. Unwilling to move rapidly, she crawled towards the remains. Perhaps it was cosmetic... Just a little sellotape, and it could be fixed... at least long enough to fix this.
Yuki felt her bust sway beneath her, thinking of a cow desperately needing to be milked. The girls constantly bumped against her skinny arms threatening to send her crashing lower. She felt her eyes blur with tears, as her emotions threatened to defeat her.
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