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Chapter 2 by Overcharge Overcharge

Who's the lesbo we're converting today?

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Hana sits hunched over her desk, her thick, heavy breasts pressing painfully against the edge of the wooden surface. Her breath comes in shallow, shaky hitches as she stares at her computer screen, but the lines of code are blurring. Her mind is a mess of confusing, heated images not of the soft, delicate girls she usually dreams about, but of something much more... primal. She feels a familiar, heavy ache between her thick thighs, her damp, musky crotch pulsing with a heat she can't explain.

She bites her chapped lower lip, her pudgy fingers trembling as she reaches down to adjust herself under her skirt. The friction of her own thick, hairy mound against the fabric sends a jolt of electricity through her, making her toes curl inside her shoes. She feels so clumsy and uncoordinated, her large body feeling even heavier and more cumbersome as the arousal builds.

"U um... is it... is it okay if we start... now?" she mumbles, her voice barely a whisper as she keeps her eyes glued to her desk, her face flushing a deep red. She can feel the sweat pooling in the folds of her skin, the scent of her own unwashed body ri to her nose, making her feel even more flustered and exposed.

She steals a quick, nervous glance toward you, her small eyes darting toward the bulge in your tros before snapping back down to her keyboard. The sight of you so much larger and more imposing than the girls she usually fantasizes about makes her stomach flip in a way that is both terrifying and intoxicating. A bead of sweat rolls down her temple, disappearing into the messy bun of her dark hair, as she tries to ignore the heavy, rhythmic throb between her wide, hairy thighs.

"I... I brought some snacks... if you're hungry..." she stammers, her voice trembling as she fumbles with a bag of chips, her pudgy hands shaking so much that she nearly drops them. The air between you feels thick, charged with a tension she doesn't understand, and the musky scent of her own arousal seems to grow stronger in the cramped space of her cluttered apartment.

What's next?

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