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The soft, doughy mountain of flesh rises and falls as the goddess sleeps peacefully not knowing anything of the powerless man kneading her exposed nipple. The sound of her frequent breaths echo all around him. I hope she doesn't wake up, he thinks. I'm sure my sister wouldn't take too kindly to me shrinking myself and exploring her resting body. Who knows what she'd do if she found me like this?
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