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Jun replied first, her face still streaked with cum.

“I don…”

But whatever she was going to say would never emerge from her lips, as fate had other plans in store for Jun Yamanaka. Once more the transformation began to claim another victim as an erection to rival Yūgao’s surged through the fabric of her dress like an expert kunoichi punching their way through a wet paper bag. Its massive, fist-sized tip rose to the height of her meagre bust, despite the odd fact that it only curved upwards after about half its extraordinary length.