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"Ugh… I wonder what it’s like to ride on his dick? Is it going to feel like riding a horse or..." thought Marina, feeling a wide smile spread across her face involuntarily, her nipples, pierced, stiffening, as if they were piercing through the thin fabric of her top. She even bit her lip, and her hand twitched, almost waving at him, but then she froze in place.
"Shit! What the hell?! Alex, you’re not in your right mind!" — flashed through Marina's head, but even the inner voice she heard wasn’t hers at all. It was soft, feminine, and that made her flinch. The hand that had started to move, to wave at the stranger, froze in mid-air. She lowered it, clenching it into a fist, feeling the sweat building in her palm from the tension.
Marina stood still, paralyzed, her body seemed split in two: one part — the one that yearned to approach this skinny guy, who was now awkwardly rummaging through his backpack — and the other — was screaming inside, demanding to stop, to turn everything back to how it was. She could feel her breasts, now so large and heavy, pressing against the fabric of her top, and that damn piercing seemed to draw even more attention to her nipples.
"What’s happening to me?!" — she thought, feeling her heart pound wildly. Just a few minutes ago, she had been Alex — a soldier who had just arrived at the coast to discuss a secret mission. He was ready to meet with his colleagues and exchange information on the mission. "Just exchanging data, damn it, not turning into... into this!"
Her thoughts tangled, clinging to fragments of memories. Her temples throbbed as if someone...