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Something was wrong, the Prisoner was sure of it. The simulation had been hacked, perhaps? Every time he tried to remember... what was he thinking about?

He wasn't sure. It had gotten so hard to focu- was his dick always this shape? And THIS big?

He didn't think so, but he had no memories of how it looked yesterday. Or the day before that.

Plus it felt so good, and the weight complimented his ass so well.

Had THAT always been so big? He couldn't remember waddling so much with every step, but then again he couldn't remember much of anything.

Maybe tomorrow he'd remember why he was so worried about that.

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A little b-day gift I did up for a friend!