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Night Train - Chapter 2
🕑 Added 2025-09-20 06:07:55 +0000 UTCJames’s legs still felt shaky as he followed the sisters up the steps of the mansion. His body was weak, spent, but his mind wouldn’t stop racing. He’d been thinking of Jackie all this time, the girl at the center of everything — the one he’d once helped without even realizing how much it mattered, who he hadn’t thought of until a few hours ago. And now… now he was about to meet her.
The doors opened, and James stepped inside with Victoria and Elizabeth pressing close around him from each side, making sure each arm and his whole torso was properly smothered. Catherine led the way in front of them, her mega mammaries easily seen projecting almost 2 feet on either side of her otherwise slim torso, bouncing and jiggling with every sexy step she took. Her tight, sexy ass was swaying from side to side as she almost hovered sexily forward on her high heels. James could die a happy man right then and there, having 3 gorgeous, super busty sisters surrounding him with their femininity.
The place was huge. His eyes darted everywhere, trying to take it all in — tall ceilings with golden trim, heavy carpets, paintings he couldn’t focus on, a massive chandelier swaying above. At the far end stood an odd marble wall, smooth and pale, standing out among the darker tones of the room. His eyes then jumped to the staircase, the furniture, the glow of the fireplace. Everything seemed too big, too much, and it only made his nerves worse.
Victoria’s arm slid around his back, her beachball breasts brushing him with every step. Elizabeth took his hand, giggling softly, tugging him along. Catherine walked ahead, her sheer size filling the hallway as if it belonged to her. They were talking, teasing, but James barely caught their words. His heart thudded in his chest at the thought of meeting her.
The sisters led him into a wide lounge lit by a soft fire. Catherine turned her head back to him, smiling teasingly, before she asked:
“Ready?”
Before James could respond - she stepped aside.
James’s eyes looked straight ahead to the couch in front of him, and then his lungs forgot how to work.
Despite sitting, she seemed to be quite tall, yet her body slender and fit. But her chest… her chest was something out of a fever dream. James had thought he’d seen it all already: Victoria’s beachballs, Elizabeth’s XXL beach balls, Catherine’s titanic exercise balls that made every room feel tiny. But in front of James’s wide open eyes, Jackie’s breasts made them all look small.
Her breasts didn’t just fill her dress, they consumed it. Two massive, impossibly round orbs surged forward and sideways from her torso, straining the fabric to its absolute limit. They projected outward so far that James couldn’t even see her stomach, lap or even her shins behind them — just the overwhelming swell of flesh dominating her frame. Each breast seemed to be about 4 or 5 times the width of her torso! Stacked high, stacked sideways, their weighty mass pushing the neckline down into an obscene canyon of cleavage that looked deep enough to drown in.
Victoria’s beachballs could fit several times inside them. Elizabeth wasn’t very different in that regard. Even Catherine’s colossal bust, which had made James’s brain stutter earlier, was less than half of her mass. Jackie’s breasts dwarfed them all, their sheer size almost breaking his ability to measure them.
Her dress clung like a second skin, dark fabric stretched so tight that it molded to every curve, every slope of the gargantuan mounds. The seams along the sides screamed under the pressure, and when she shifted slightly, James swore he heard the faintest creak of fabric. Her breasts projected outward so much that they dominated the couch, bulging out over her lap, reaching up to her chin, pressing against her thighs, down to her shins, while also spreading sideways to practically fill the whole couch on each side of her, leaving no space unclaimed.
James’s cock twitched painfully against his pants. He couldn’t tear his eyes away, his pulse hammering. His brain kept fumbling for comparisons, something to help him process what he was seeing, but every image failed. These weren’t just breasts. They were a force of nature, a living monument to femininity that made everything else — the mansion, the sisters, his very sense of reality — fade into the background.
And then she looked up at him.
Her face was sweet, almost shy, with a smile that felt warmer than the fire behind her. She tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, and the soft lift of her chest with that tiny motion nearly broke him.
“Hi James", she said with a confident smile.
*
James froze, his throat dry. Every word he’d thought of on the way over, every cool thing he wanted to say — gone. All he could do was stare at her, his thoughts a mess, his body betraying him completely.
"H... hello", he barely managed to reply.
“So… you’re finally here,” she said softly.
Her voice was tender, but her chest was anything but gentle. Those gigantic mounds surged forward from her petite body, absurdly round, impossibly full. They seemed alive with weight and heat, pressing against her dress until the seams looked one breath away from splitting.
Victoria and Elizabeth gently nudged his ass forward and James staggered closer without realizing it, drawn by gravity. His eyes flicked helplessly from one sister to the next, as if to check that they really saw this too — Victoria with her beachballs, Elizabeth’s bigger curves, Catherine’s titanic orbs. Each of them was obscene in her own right. But this? This was on another plane entirely.
“It's ok, don’t be shy”, she said soothingly.
Her hands slid beneath the twin swells of her chest, hefting them upward slightly. The motion sent them quivering, the sheer inertia of their size making the fabric groan. She tried patting the seat beside her — though that was an impossible task as there was barely any space left beside her breasts dominating the cushion.
James was working on autopilot, obeying before his brain could argue. He carefully tried sitting while respectfully trying to avoid the gigantic mountain of a breast spreading onto the cushion beside her. Unsuccessfully, he sat down next to her while his whole body was unintentionally grazing against a truly monumental, soft breast that was most probably heavier than he was. Immediately, the mound pressed against his side, then conquered his lap, heavy and suffocating, as it literally rested fully onto his thighs and blocking his view of the room.
She leaned in, and suddenly James was engulfed. Her breast surged forward, rolling and spilling across his lap, his torso, pressing into his chest until he was pinned back against the couch. The soft weight smothered him, hot and sweet-smelling, swallowing half his body in cleavage.
James gasped, his hands twitching at his sides. He didn’t dare touch her, didn’t dare move — terrified he’d lose his mind if he felt them with his own palms.
She smiled knowingly, tilting her head as her breasts kneaded against him. “You’re trembling,” she murmured, her voice low and intimate. “Do I scare you… or excite you?”
His throat bobbed, no words coming out. His cock strained painfully, trapped in his pants, pushing inadvertently against the soft mass on his crotch, betraying his answer for him.
She pressed harder, sliding one mountainous orb up against his face. The valley of cleavage opened before him like a cavern, deep, warm, endlessly soft. She was so close he could smell her skin beneath the perfume — a faint sweetness that made his head spin.
“Oh goaaaaaaaaad…”, James groaned in pleasure, his recent climax having done absolutely nothing to ease the sexual tension he was now feeling.
Her lips curved in satisfaction as she shifted, deliberately dragging her breast onto him, burying him deeper underneath it. His cheek sank into the sheer wall of her softness; the world dimmed, muffled by the overwhelming mass of titflesh surrounding him.
Her whisper tickled his ear through the swell of her chest. “All these years… you didn’t know I was waiting for you. You didn’t know how much you meant to me.”
James could barely think. Every pulse of his heart slammed through his cock, his body screaming for release, his brain fried by the suffocating softness and the overwhelming intimacy of her words.
Victoria’s voice floated from across the room, teasing, “Careful there, Sophie. You’ll break him before he gets to meet Jackie.”
James’s mind broke. ‘Sophie?! This isn’t Jackie???’
“Oh man, why did you have to spoil this?”, Sophie-not-Jackie said with feigned annoyance, while smothering James’s body deeper into her mega breast as if to prove she could. “I was having such a good time. You know how he’s gonna be once he sees her. I wanted at least a little bit of fun before he forgets all about me”.
Her breast shifted with deliberate pressure, grinding into him, crushing his cock softly with its immense, comforting weight, making his body twitch uncontrollably beneath it. She gently placed her hand on the back of James’s neck and softly guided his face with its feasting eyes directly into her breast.
"So yeah, I'm Sophie. Not Jackie, thank you very much for that, Vic", Sophie said with a meaningful look into her rat-sister. "I hope you're not mad at me for pretending a little."
"Mffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff..."
James’s moan was muffled. His whole body shook, his breath ragged, as if he were already on the edge just from being pinned under her that huge beanbag-like tit.
"I'll take that as a 'no'", she said with a victorious smile, her eyes gleaming. She tilted her head, her lips brushing his temple. “Mmm. Yes, dig in there. I think he likes it.”
James’s thoughts fractured. His body wasn’t his own anymore. He was hers — lost, trapped, drowning, and begging for more.
*
James couldn’t think.
He couldn’t breathe.
He couldn’t move.
The only thing he knew—the only thing he could feel—was Sophie’s colossal right breast burying him alive. It smothered him from knees to crotch to chin, so massive it pinned his thighs together, crushed his torso, and blotted out the room around him. He was swallowed in hot softness, the perfume of her skin filling his lungs until it made him dizzy.
His arms instinctively spread wide and hugged the massive orb on top of him. James was astounded to realize he was just barely to wrap his entire arms' span beyond the widest part of her mega-boob! And Sophie's dress was so scandalously revealing that both his face and arms were touching her bare skin!
And then he felt Sophie's hand.
Her arm slipped under that impossible swell, worming between the plush heat and his belly until her fingers dipped into his waistband. James’s body convulsed. He sucked in a shaky breath that smelled only of her. Then—contact.
Sophie’s fingers wrapped bare around his cock.
“Mmmm…” she hummed, her voice a velvet purr right by his ear. “So hard already. You poor thing.” She gave him a teasing pump. “You're like a little mouse caught in a trap, aren't you?”
James’s eyes rolled, his lips parting against her breast. 'She’s really… she’s really touching me.' His cock throbbed helplessly in her grip, and all he could do was squirm under the living mattress crushing him.
Elizabeth’s laugh rang like bells from his left. “Careful, Sophie. You’ll milk him dry before Jackie gets her turn.”
“Mmm, but just look at him squirm,” Victoria teased from the other side. “He’s completely helpless under you.”
James groaned against the suffocating wall of titflesh, muffled and pathetic.
Sophie’s strokes grew deliberate, slow and smooth, thumb grazing his tip until his hips bucked uncontrollably. “Do you like that, James?” she whispered. “Does this feel good?”
Good? The word didn’t even begin to touch it. He was breaking apart under her hand, his cock singing with lightning. He tried to answer, but only a strangled whimper left his throat.
“Oh, he likes it,” Catherine murmured, her voice low and steady. “Look at his shoulders shaking.”
Sophie smiled knowingly. “What about this?” She twisted her wrist, sliding her palm over his swollen head, and James’s whole body jolted.
'Oh God… oh God I’m gonna…' James panted alarmingly. His vision blurred, his chest heaving against her breast.
She tilted her head, her lips brushing his temple. “Mmm, you’re so sensitive. I could make you cum right here. It would be sooooo easy.”
James shook his head desperately, not because he didn’t want it, but because he was terrified of how fast she was unraveling him.
Sophie chuckled, warm and cruel. “Not yet, little mouse.”
Then she grabbed a fistful of his hair and gently tugged his face out of the tit prison. The sudden rush of cool air made him gasp—and then her lips were on his.
The kiss was sensual, hungry, her tongue plunging into him. James whimpered into her mouth, hips jerking as she stroked his cock harder. His arms were spread wide as his hands grabbed handfuls of her breast, clawed desperately at her softness, sinking deep, kneading, groping every inch he could reach. He couldn’t stop himself. He didn’t want to stop.
Sophie moaned into the kiss, grinding her breast against his chest. When she pulled back, her lips glistened. “Take your clothes off”, she whispered commandingly.
James fumbled frantically, somehow yanking buttons, shoving fabric away while a weight of too many dozens of pounds was resting heavily onto him. Sophie never stopped stroking him, her hand still pumping inside his pants as he tore them down. At last he was bare—naked, trembling, his cock twitching in her grip.
“Mmmmmmmm,” she purred.
James resumed spreading his arms around her right tit, spreading his fingers wide for maximum contact, when another weight pressed at his side. James blinked, startled—Elizabeth’s cleavage had enveloped his right arm, her fingers tugging gently at his right bicep.
“Come on, James…” she whispered, hot against his ear. “Don’t hide under her forever. We all want you.”
Simultaneously, Sophie’s slick fingers curled around his shaft, gently tugging him upward while her other hand curled around his left bicep. God their touch was so feminine, so shiver-inducing. He stumbled to his feet, bare and exposed, his cock bobbing in the open air.
*
The moment he stood, he suddenly looked around and was astounded to find them all completely naked. Sophie also expertly took off her dress in a quick, elegant motion.
They all looked at him like a prey and closed in on him.
Elizabeth to his right. Catherine behind him. Victoria in front. Sophie was circling his left side.
"I hope you don't mind, James. We're not really used to clothes in this family. Not around the house, at least", said Sophie with a meaningful smile. James was speechless.
Four walls of softness collapsed on him at once.
Breasts—endless breasts—pressed against him, from his chest, his back, his arms, his thighs. He was smothered alive, swallowed in heat and curves, every inch of him engulfed. His hands groped wildly, helplessly, sinking into one massive swell, then another. He didn’t know where to grab—every direction was tit. The girls giggled sweetly at his desperation, their voices like music to his ears.
“Aww, look at him,” Elizabeth cooed. “Lost in tits and doesn’t know where to start.”
James groaned, squeezing harder, kneading whatever flesh he could hold, not even sure which sister’s breasts he’s touching. I can’t stop… God, they’re everywhere. I’m drowning.
Sophie’s hand, which never left his cock, started stroking it with a slow,agonizingly pleasurable rhythm. “Does it feel good James? Do you like when I jerk off your cock like that?”
James only groaned in response.
Behind him, Catherine’s hands slid down his back, squeezing his ass firmly before her nails dragged forward along his sides, grazing over his ribs, then his stomach, until he shivered violently from the soft, teasing contact. Her exercise-balls-sized breasts pushed against his triceps, the sides of his back, and down to his outer hamstrings.
Elizabeth crouched low, her fingers massaging his balls with sinful expertise. She leaned up, lips brushing his ear. “Mmm, your balls feel so heavy, so full of cum… and to think you already came on the train, and now you need to empty them again? Do we excite you that much? Do you want me to empty them for you, James? Hmmm? Spill every drop you have for us?”
“Oh fuuuuuuck…” James groaned in utter pleasure. He whimpered, his legs buckling.
On his other side, Sophie’s lips nipped his ear. “Do you want me to jerk off your hard cock faster? Do you want me to make you cum so hard your eyeballs are gonna roll upwards?”
James jerked in her grip, closing his eyes and nodding ‘yes’ frantically, not able to form coherent words at this point.
He then opened his eyes and suddenly became very aware of Victoria, who was standing right in front of him, as if he'd just seen her for the first time. She was biting her lower lip needingly, her eyebrows curled in a painful expression of lust, almost as if she was hurting every second they weren’t connected. He gasped in complete surrender, seeing her large, beautiful eyes piercing his very soul. Her beachball-sized breasts created a valley between their bodies that almost isolated them from the rest of the sisters. For a moment it felt like no one but James and Victoria were there.
“H… hi…”, he said with a dumb smile.
That’s all it took for Victoria. She sent her toned arms through the long valley of her breasts and seized his face with her delicate, feminine hands, kissing him like a starving woman. Her tongue ravaged his mouth, her nails raked his neck and scalp until chills exploded down his spine, through his ass and all the way down to his feet. She momentarily broke the kiss only to drag her lips across his throat, biting gently, kissing his neck as he cried out against her, before resuming to kiss his lips with unstoppable passion. James kissed her back with wild abandon. He couldn’t get enough of those soft, full, succulent lips. Their tongues intermingled with one another. He moaned into her mouth and she moaned back at him, their passion rising higher and higher.
“Hold him tighter,” Catherine said from behind him, her hands clawing at his waist. “Make him feel everything.”
The sisters heard her loud and clear, and they all squeezed their comforting, soft, pliable, gigantic breasts inwards towards his body, smothering him from all sides.
James couldn’t think. He couldn’t breathe. He was a puppet of pleasure, jerked on strings by their hands, their tits, their voices.
Sophie stroked him faster, whispering filth into his ear. Elizabeth kneaded his balls, cooing about how much cum he was about to give them. Catherine’s nails sent electric shivers racing up his sides. Victoria kissed him with frantic hunger, moaning against his lips.
He was unraveling fast. He was a toy in their playful hands. His whole body was alive with sensation—every inch of him clamped in softness, stroked, kissed, whispered to. His cock throbbed dangerously in Sophie’s hand, his balls heavy and twitching under Elizabeth’s touch, Catherine’s nails dragging fire across his ribs, Victoria’s lips devouring his.
He was right there. On the brink.
Just a few more strokes and he’d explode.
But somewhere in the molten haze of his brain, a wild thought clawed through: ‘No… not yet. I can’t let go yet. This feels too good. If I cum now it’ll be over too soon. I need this to last. Just a little longer.’
James groaned, his body trembling, his hips jerking as Sophie pumped him with nasty expertise. His cock twitched, begging to explode. He clenched his ass, gritted his teeth into Victoria’s kiss, anything to hold back the flood.
Sophie felt it instantly. She pulled back just enough to murmur in his ear, her hot breath rolling over his skin. “Ohhh, you’re fighting it. You don’t want to let go.” Her lips curved into a wicked smile. “How adorable. You think you can resist us.” She could’ve said the word “newspaper” into his ear and he’d still shiver from how teasingly she purred it into his ear.
Victoria gasped softly against his lips, then kissed him even deeper, her tongue stroking his, her hands gripping the back of his head like she’d never let him go. Catherine chuckled low behind him, her nails digging a little sharper into his waist as her palms slid back down to squeeze his ass with punishing firmness. She started planting little kisses on his back every few seconds, each of which sent incredible shivers through his body. Elizabeth cooed in delight, rolling his balls gently, carefully, as if weighing how much he could possibly give.
“He’s trembling everywhere,” Elizabeth whispered, her lips brushing his ear as her nails grazed his inner thighs. “You like it when I feel your heavy balls like that?”
“Mmmmmmm…” cried James in approval.
Elizabeth smiled. “How about when I graze my fingernails underneath them, like this?”
“Mmmmmmmmm hmmmmmmmmmmmm”, James’s cries rose an octave at that added stimulation.
“All that cum, it’s all bottled up, James”, teased Elizabeth as she kept changing up her ministrations over his sensitive ball sack. “Just waiting to burst. Don’t hold it in, James… it’ll feel so much better when you let us have it.”
“GAHHHMMMMMMM”, James whined into Victoria’s mouth, who wouldn’t let him up even for a second, kissing him over and over with her plush, open lips. It was like she greedily wanted him all for herself and was desperately trying to get him to focus all of his attention solely on kissing her.
James was shivering all over, his body locked in desperate tension. His chest heaved, his muscles quivered. Each arm was wrapped around one gigantic breast or another, his fingers hungrily sinking again and again into pliant breast flesh. His cock jerked violently against Sophie’s stroking hand. God… I can’t… I can’t hold this forever…
Sophie squeezed him just under the head, her thumb pressing with cruel precision. “Look at you, surrounded by tits. Do you like how soft they are? How they envelope your whole body? I can feel every throb, every twitch of your HARD cock,” she whispered huskily, “I can feel how close you are. You’re about to explode, to spew all that hot cum into my hand, aren’t you?”
James gasped, shaking, his eyes fluttering shut. He couldn’t answer, couldn’t think, his body betraying him with every pulse of his cock.
“Mmmmmm… don’t stop, Sophie,” Catherine purred behind him, her voice dark. “Push him harder. - Muah - I want to feel him - Muah - collapse. - Muah - Ooooo I just LOVE - Muah - that cute ass of his - Muah - I can’t get enough - Muah - of squeezing those buns of his - Muah!” She said as she kept kissing his back and enthusiastically kneaded James’s butt with her right hand while her left arm was wrapped around his waist, fingers grazing it all throughout.
Victoria's lips suddenly broke from his mouth and started trailing down his jaw and neck, biting him lightly. Her breath was ragged, desperate, her moans vibrating against his skin. “James… oh God, James, kiss me again—don’t stop. I need you! Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm” She pulled his face back into hers, their mouths colliding in wet, messy hunger.
Elizabeth’s whispers turned filthier, her fingers stroking his balls with obscene tenderness. “All that cum… so swollen, so ready. You want to give it to us, don’t you? You want us to squeeze out every drop. Don’t fight it, baby. Let it go.”
James bucked, his knees threatening to give out, his body a tight wire of desperation. ‘I can’t… I can’t hold much longer…’
Sophie suddenly slowed her stroking, changing angles, dragging her palm in maddening new ways. James’s head snapped back with a strangled moan.
“Ohhh, he’s really hanging on,” Sophie teased, her lips curling against his cheek. “But you don't stand a chance, James. We're 4 and you're one. The longer you fight it, James, the harder you’re going to cum when we finally break you. Do you want us to break you?”
Her words cracked something in him. His hips lurched helplessly, chasing her hand, but she pulled back just enough to deny him, stroking him with precision so unbearable he thought he’d faint.
Victoria clawed at his shoulders, her nails raking down his chest before she seized his face again, kissing him until he almost couldn’t breathe. Catherine’s hands crept higher, sliding around his stomach, tracing patterns across his quivering abs. She made sure she kept smothering the sides of his body with her giant, wonderful, soft tits. Her tiny kisses turned to full on smooches and licks of various parts of his back. Elizabeth squeezed and massaged his aching balls with growing urgency, humming into his ear longingly.
“Poor boy,” Elizabeth whispered, almost tender. “He’s shaking like a leaf.”
“Mmm, not for long,” Sophie countered, her grip tightening as she pumped him with sudden force. “He’s going to scream for us when he cums.”
James was breaking. Every nerve screamed, every muscle strained, his cock ready to erupt in Sophie’s merciless hand. He moaned into Victoria’s mouth, his hips bucking wildly, his entire body begging for release.
He tried to hold back, tried to savor it, but the sisters weren’t having it.
Sophie's has enough of these games. "Ok girls, enough playing games. ATTACK!"
All at once, they escalated.
Sophie stroked him with savage expertise, twisting, squeezing, teasing his cock head with just the right amount of pressure. Elizabeth rolled his balls firmly, whispering filth in his ear, her breath hot and sinful. Catherine’s nails clawed his sides, making him shudder violently, while her palms pressed him closer into her awaiting breasts. Victoria moaned into his mouth, kissing him like her life depended on it, her tongue dominating his, her hands gripping his face with desperate need.
James’s eyes rolled back. His body spasmed. He was gone.
That was when Sophie purred, her voice velvet and cruel: “It’s happening. Girls, smother him!” she called.
Everyone squeezed inwards that much harder, almost suffocating James in boobage on all sides.
James couldn’t take it anymore. He let go.
And then - it happened.
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM" cried into Victoria's mouth.
His cock pulsed, his entire body locking up. He gasped into Victoria’s mouth, his eyes rolling back, eyelids squeezed shut as pleasure detonated through him.
The first spurt erupted, thick and violent, Sophie’s hand milking him mercilessly. He cried out, muffled into Victoria’s kiss. Another spurt. Another. Cum poured out of him in endless ropes, his balls convulsing under Elizabeth’s touch. Catherine fully hugged him from behind. His body spasmed, his legs shaking uncontrollably, every nerve exploding.
He moaned raw and broken, his face twisted in bliss. Shivers racked his spine as each spurt wrung him harder than the last. He wasn’t just cumming—he was erupting, shot after shot, his cock gushing until he thought he’d collapse.
The girls held him upright, their breasts being the 360-degrees walls keeping him from falling. Sophie milked every drop, Elizabeth stroked him through it, Catherine squeezed his whole torso, Victoria devoured his mouth with frantic kisses.
It didn’t stop. It couldn’t stop.
James’s eyes rolled up under his lids, his body lost to wave after wave of unbearable ecstasy. It was more than an orgasm. It was annihilation.
“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm oh godmmmmmmmmpphhhhhh… fuckmmmmmmmmmmmmmmph… Jesus chmmmmmmph…” he moaned while Victoria didn’t let him complete even a single work without kissing him fervently.
For over 2 minutes spasms racked his body unlike any James had ever felt. It was pure bliss. Pleasure beyond belief. He couldn’t believe how strong that orgasm was.
Finally, at last, his body gave out. His muscle tonus gave out. James was shuddering, still smothered in their flesh, hearing their feminine giggles. Victoria finally released him and his face collapsed directly into her tight cleavage. She placed a gentle hand on the back of his head, soothing him.
For a long minute no one said anything. Everyone gave James a chance to relax and breath.
Then, Sophie’s voice purred against his cheek. “Now - you’re ready for Jackie. I hope.”
Comments
Commandlz
Thank you, glad you liked it! Yeah I'm a sucker for that rug-pull... 😁
Tim
The sister's playfulness while still being incredibly overwhelming is just spectacular. Along woth the classic rug-pull of there always being a bigger fish never gets old. Great chapter
