Total Humiliation

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As painful as the experience had been, I was also immensely excited by her demonstration of strength. That, and seeing her amazing body again from less than a foot away did help me in my recovery. With both of us on our knees, Kate towered over me by more than half a foot, presenting her luscious muscularity for me worship.

Seeing my face return a more normal skin color, Kate’s lips curled into her famed grin.

“I was just putting you in a headlock like you used to do to me.”

“Yeah,” I replied, huffing and puffing while gesturing to her arms, “but I never had 18 inch arms, you big lug.“

Instantly she let go of my shoulders and raised her hands to form a spectacular double biceps pose for me.

“More like twenty!” she exclaimed proudly.

“Yeah, yeah, but who’s counting, I kn–” I mirrored her statement from earlier, but was cut off.

“I do!” she bellowed with a big smile. “Every single inch.“

Looking first to one, than another of her gargantuan bi’s and tri’s she smugly sneered and looked back at me.

“You give?“

I should have said yes just to get a little break, but I was too engrossed in the moment.

“Never!” I shouted.

I am not a smart man.

Kate stood up to her full height of almost six and a half feet. I had her amazing abs right before me – and I mean, really right before me, with not much more than four inches between my eyes and her belly button. Earlier, when it was her kneeling and me standing, she still came up to my chin. As puny as she constantly makes me feel, little humbling realizations like this really drive the point home.

She bent forward and clasped her large hand just under my jaw. Pulling me close, my face was smashed into her steely eight pack, before she started lifting me off the floor. Hanging from her fingers and only one arm, I felt my knees leave the ground, while Kate made sure to keep my face in constant contact with her hot body. My mouth was pressed against and rubbed all over row after row of strong bumps of abdominal muscles. When I reached the imposing pillows that were her tits I felt my feet touch the ground for just a second before Kate continued pulling me up. It seemed like she took her time to make me pass the vast plane that was her chest, allowing me enough time to grind my face into it and be soaked in her warm sweat. The journey stopped when I arrived at the height of her head. With my feet off the ground and my legs flailing I had grabbed a hold of her imposing forearm to have at least some illusion of balance and control on my part. Our faces were right before each other, close enough for our noses to almost touch.

“Alright.” she smirked at the sight of me, blowing her hot breath right into my nostrils. “Have it the hard way.“

With seemingly no effort but her arms massively flexing, she raised me higher and higher above her head. Almost touching the ceiling, I was surveying the entire area from a more than eight foot vantage point. I felt one hand grasp my ankles, while the other went slightly south to the height of my collarbone. A quick maneuver, and I was held sideways into the air and above her.

She began doing military presses with me, lifting me in a straight line up and down above her head. The feeling from earlier when she used me as weight was back and becoming to feel familiar. I was raised and lowered, with nothing I could do about it.

“Hey!” I yelled out. “I never did this to you.“

That was true, mostly because even though I was heavy enough to lie on a pre-teen to immobilize her, I never had the strength to pick one up. Kate laughed, loudly and derisively, probably thinking the exact same thing as she kept repping me.

“Boy, you’re really light, you know that?” she asked while lifting me again. “What do you weigh, Ryan, about 125 pounds?”

Another lift and I responded, “I’ll have you know I weigh 150 pounds.“

Kate guffawed intensely, making me shake along while high up in the air. A few more repetitions before she stopped and began to slowly turn me upside down. I felt her hand move around my body and soon found myself hanging from one of my feet held up by one of her hands alone. I was raised again as high as her long arm let me, my face dangling just below hers. Tilting her head to look at me she chuckled:

“I was about 150 when I was ten, maybe eleven.“

I was lowered again until I was directly in front of her gargantuan thighs. Earlier, I did get a good feel from them when Kate wrapped them around me, but this was the first time I could get a proper look. No surprise, they were gigantic. wondered whether I could reach out and feel them, but that thought was quickly interrupted.

Kate put her incredible strength into good use and began swaying me left and right. Like the pendulum in a towering grandfather clock, I went back and forth, held aloft by nothing but a strong hand around my ankle. As the speed I was going picked up and I flew higher and higher with every round, the room began to blur before my eyes. There was quite a rush from being handled this way, though it could have also been the blood flowing to my head. As exciting as these never ending demonstrations of my younger sibling’s power were, I was soon getting nauseous.

Just as I was about to plead Kate to stop, I suddenly heard our mom’s voice.

“Now you kids play nice.“

Kate stopped my movement and turned both her and me around to face mom. Though upside down, I could tell she was standing in the door to the garage, holding a basket of clothes. My sister laughed like a happily playing child as she joyously shook me around some more. I figured that there wasn’t much I could have done to stop her anyway, so I had to resort something that I liked even less than being seen by my mother like this.

“Mom!” I cried out, a bit more whiny than I intended. “Kate’s picking on me.“

Running to mommy as a grown man is humiliating enough, but it is even more so when it’s because you’re being jokingly bullied and dominated by your baby sister.

Sternly, our mother told her, “Kate, be gentle with your older brother.“

“Yes, mother. I won’t pick on little Ryan anymore.”

I felt a slight pang at the oblique references from both my Mom and younger sister to our age, size and supposed respective roles. But luckily, Kate did as she was told and turned me around again. I wasn’t being held head-down anymore, though I was being held. Not done with demonstrating her strength, Kate kept me hoisted in front of her and smiled mischievously at me while Mom left the garage. As soon as the door was closed, Kate laid me on the floor in a prone position. She placed one big foot on my chest, careful to hold me in place without crushing me.

She began repeatedly beating her clenched paws on her colossal chest, making her whole body vibrate with the impact of her unstoppable fists against her immovable chest. Adding to her show, she suddenly let out a mighty yell that would even rival Tarzan’s famous one.

“AAAH-OOH-AH-OOH-AAAH!“

The room shook, reverberating with her powerful roar. I was rocked and rattled with her display of masculinity and strength, as the huge foot on me swung along with her movements. To cap off the spectacle, Kate raised her hands and went into a staggering biceps pose.

Even from way, way below her guns looked positively huge. The twin balls of my sister’s arms blew up to a size larger than anything I could encompass with my fingers. Visibly bulging with obvious solidity, they were perfectly round masses of flesh covered in gloriously shiny skin. It was obvious why this was Kate’s favorite pose - no other flex of her humongous and overdeveloped body could display her awesome power. Yet, despite their dimensions, I had serious doubts about how effectively they were able to show off the strength contained in them. My younger sibling might just be unimaginably stronger than those gigantic muscles could possibly convey.

Without lowering her arms Kate bent forward and broadly grinned directly at me, the little man literally beneath her sole. From my lowered vantage point on the floor, she looked like an awesome colossus, ten feet high, surveying the puny inferiors below her. Her mighty body eclipsed everything else from view, leaving only her for me to worship from far below. My face must have betrayed the sense of complete exhilaration and intimidated awe at her breathtaking display, as she evidently mentally ticked off another way of making me succumb to her immense power. Letting out a loud laugh, Kate finished her presentation and dropped her arms.

Bending down again she effortlessly picked me up by my armpits. She gave me a big smile and a little punch on the arm – or at least a punch that was little for her. I knew it was just a friendly gesture but my arm was black and blue for days.

“Paybacks are hell, you know?” she grinned her goofy grin.

Rubbing the spot where she hit me I replied, “Yeah, but be careful. You don’t know your own strength.“

“Yeah, I do.” she answered excitedly. “It’s tremendous!”

To punctuate that moment she lifted both her arms again and presented another double biceps pose. Satisfied with the look she turned to me, seeing her big brother once more in awe at her dramatic and powerful display of utter strength.

“Remember when you made us stand in front of a mirror and compare biceps?”

“Kate! This trip down memory lane is getting ridiculous.” I blurted, my heart racing from both excitement at another strength feat, arousal from her body and embarrassment from more demonstrations of her authority.

“Nah, bro.” she retorted, looking at her flexed arms. “This is all just fun. Come here.”

With that she dropped her hands and picked me up again to carry me across the room with long, determined strides. The memory of what I used to do came back to me. Back then, I had some athletic development from gym class in school and I remember having a small bump of muscle appear when I flexed my arm. With a sinking feeling I had a pretty good idea of what would happen next. In no time we had crossed the entirety of the huge gym and I was put right in front of a large mirror.

Looking into it I realized once more just how huge Kate was as she placed herself behind me. My head topped off at the height of her shoulders, meaning that without some spiky haircut, I couldn’t even obscure her chunky traps from view. In fact, standing in front of this behemoth, I found that I couldn’t hide any part of her. Each of her thighs looked as wide around as my body, bulging farther outward than my slim frame. Even though Kate was standing a step or two to the left of me, her shoulders were so vast that they extended further to the right than my own. With her large hand on my shoulder, her upper arm was just next to my head and casually swelled to pretty much the same size.

“To do this right, you should take off your shirt.” she smirked before adding, “Just like in the old days.“

I hesitated. There was no way on earth that displaying my comparatively thin physique next to Kate’s magnificent one wouldn’t have a devastating effect on my pride.

“You know, I don’t really want to…” I began, but my little sister already made her move.

Her large hands encircled my waist and worked her way under my shirt. In a quick motion she shoved the fabric up and up while her strong fingers traveled over my soft and slim torso. I couldn’t even resist her force when she reached my armpits, instead almost instinctively throwing my arms up in the air. Over my head went my shirt before being discarded in a corner.

As I would have guessed, Kate started roaring with laughter at the sight of me.

I beheld the comparison in the mirror and couldn’t help but feel a lump coming up my throat. The laughing amazon behind me had perfect skin tanned to a heavenly gold hue, starkly contrasting my white-ish, pink-ish paleness. The sight of the living and breathing giantess put all the more emphasis on my slumped shoulders and featureless frame. Every little action of the behemoth had her fluttering with countless bulges and flexes, whereas I looked at my physique of straight lines, with no attractive curve to be found anywhere. She was the size of a large oaken cupboard, I was the breadth of a pencil.

Up until now I considered myself to be in good or at least, good-enough shape. I thought of me as having a “swimmer’s build“ - certainly without much muscle mass, but maybe with low enough body fat to be considered “ripped”. In one second though, all that was shattered. Standing next to Kate, who was simply bursting with muscle, I had to confess to myself I wasn’t any of these things, but just scrawny. Skinny at best, bony at worst. Still, her guffawing hurt.

“What are you laughing at?” I asked defensively.

In hindsight I should have phrased that in some other way, maybe one where she wasn’t invited to give me an unintentionally cruel but honest answer.

“You!” she howled. “You’re a little wimp. Man, and to think how I used to look up at you.”

True, I was little and I guess a wimp. Especially compared to her. And even though she didn’t mean to hurt me, Kate managed to further increase the sense of humiliation I’ve felt about my failure as a grownup. After some more laughing she had it under control enough to produce only some snorts and chuckles. Wiping a tear from her face, she ordered:

“Now show me your muscle, big bro.“

“I don’t really want to…” I muttered, completely discouraged.

“Aw, come on.” Kate answered warmly. She put his hand on my shoulder to comfort me, and it did make me feel a little better.

“I promise, I won’t laugh again, alright?“

I looked up at her face in the reflection, still red from her laughter, but now heartily smiling at me. Smiling back, I raised an arm and produced a single biceps flex.

“BWAHAHAHA!” Kate burst out, roaring as she beheld my quote-unquote muscle.

Utterly crushed and humiliated once more, I stood frozen, not even putting down my arm as the behemoth behind me convulsed in uncontrollable giggles and roars.

“I thought you said you wouldn’t laugh!” I cried out.

“I can’t help it.” she shrieked in between eruptions of even more laughter. “You’re so scrawny.“

I decided I had enough and moved to get away from the mirror, but Kate put his paw on my shoulder to hold me where I was.

“No, wait, bro. Stay.” she said, her wild amusement settling down. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I laughed, okay? And I’m sorry I laughed…” – snicker – “…again.“

She stepped closer to me and moved her hand from my shoulder forward and placed it across my chest in a sort of hug. My eyes widened at how much of my upper body was covered by her huge hand.

“Please, Ryan.” she said, back in that warm tone that had fooled me a minute ago. She placed her other hand underneath where my triceps should be and gently pushed my arm back into position. “Please flex again, I wanna do this.“

The thought of seeing Kate flex her tremendous guns for me was enough to convince me. Preparing for another round of loud, deriding, utterly demeaning laughter, I held my arm up and flexed to whatever little effect it produced.

Amazingly, she didn’t react like before. Yes, she did make that goofy smile, but she didn’t crack up. She squatted down so her arm was at the same height as mine and, directly behind it, produced a single biceps pose of her own.

The fact that her arm was much bigger than mine didn’t come as a surprise, yet its size still blew me away. Kate’s massive limb extended several inches above and beyond the soft stick growing out of my shoulder. The gleaming ball of her biceps rose highly over my flat and straight muscle while her massy triceps arced far below what little jiggling fat I had there. Even her forearm was much longer, making a large, rugged fist soar above mine. She twisted it to show off her peaked muscle moving and dancing about at her will. All in all, her gun was one that was infinitely more impressive than anything I could have shown.

Still squatting, Kate relaxed her arm and moved so my arm was directly in front of her face. I kept it flexed, maybe because I was hoping she would put up her again. Instead, she placed my arm between two fingers and squeezed.

“Ow!”

“Yeah,” she snickered, “that’s how I used to howl too.”

It stung, enough for me to try and jerk my arm away, but Kate’s two-finger-hold alone held it in place. Paybacks are hell, she was right about that. There was nothing I could have done as retribution. The only way I could squeeze her arms with two fingers would be if those fingers were on two separate hands. And even then, she wouldn’t even feel it. I was just learning the many ways Kate was superior to me.

“Hey, remember when–”

“Enough!” I yelled and turned around. She was still squatting, so I had her face right in front of mine.

“I hereby officially acknowledge to the whole wide world that I used to wail on my little sister and that she’s now turned into one huge muscle amazon who is twice the size of me and three times as strong and who can do with me whatever she wants whereas I can’t ever, ever wail on her again because she now has more muscle and strength and power in her little finger than I have in my whole body.”

I exhaled.

“Satisfied?“

Kate grinned smugly, but indeed satisfied. She stood tall again to tower over me, placed her hands on her hips and proudly pushed her mighty chest out and into my face.

“Little man speak truth.” she smirked.

I looked up at my younger sister and smiled. Weird, as I had just literally belittled myself to her. I felt positively tiny next to her and even smaller having declared my absolute tininess – yet, there it was again, this strange excitement over our vast size difference.

There was a tingling inside of me and I wondered what else Kate had in store for me.

“Ok, I will release you for today.” she said to my relief but on the other hand to my disappointment. I looked at the ground and my eyes went wide.

I had gotten the first proper look at my younger sister’s feet since I’ve returned and, man, have they gotten huge! Last time I saw them, about two years ago, she was wearing an intimidating size thirteen – large, compared to my feet, but puny compared to her feet now. With my shoes next to hers, it made it seem like I walked on stumps, as her wide and long feet required sneakers that looked larger than the box mine came in.

“Damn, Kate!” I blurted. “What freaking size are those?“

She looked down as if she just noticed her endlessly large feet and grinned.

“Oh, about size eighteen.“

“They’re… huge!” I gasped, at a loss for words.

“Tell me about it. That’s the only really annoying thing about being this big. Mom has the hardest time finding size eighteen shoes anywhere.“

As she spoke, I tried inconspicuously moving my feet closer to hers, to see a proper comparison. I wanted to see them side by side, but would have preferred to avoid an embarrassing spectacle like with our biceps earlier.

“Also, I’ve been growing so much, they become way too small in no time,” she added.

“What? You’re still growing?” I exclaimed, looking up at her face.

“Oh, yeah,” Kate replied, again in this tone as if she just remembered. “Doctor says I’ve got a couple more years of growing left. He figures I might top out at over seven feet.“

I was speechless for a few moments. That growth spurt Mom was talking about – Kate was still in the middle of it.

“Seven feet,” I repeated. “Holy shit, my little sister is going to be a giantess.“

With a laugh, Kate straightened up right in front of me and stood really close. Towering over me by eleven inches, she had my head at the level of chest, pushing her wide chest directly into it. My face was placed right in the cleavage between the two huge flesh globes, while they bulged outward to touch my cheeks.

Looking down at her small older brother, she mirrored my words and asked:

“Is going to be?”

All I could do was laugh nervously, while the obvious error in my judgement was made clear by young Kate pushing her warm and wet chest into my face. Just by her breathing, my nose was gently massaged by the two firm pillows on either side. It was also fed more of her potent bodily scent, filling me up with more of her masculine taste of strength. Her entire body was not only engulfing me in her smell, but also in the amazing heat it radiated. Being this close to Kate was like being covered in a warm blanket, making me feel much more comfortable than I should have been in the presence of someone who just minutes earlier was holding me in a violent headlock.
We stood like this for maybe a minute. Though I could have, I didn’t move away, despite Kate doing nothing to hold me in place. If asked, I would have claimed I was waiting for her to make the next move, and that if I had tried to leave she would have stopped me anyway. But the uncomfortable truth I had to admit was probably the same one that Kate was realizing as we stayed where we were. Her monumental body on its own was already having its effect on me, putting me under its spell despite my overt protestation.

“Hey,” Kate spoke, suddenly stepping away, “I can unload your trailer, if you like.”

I was left standing, looking dumbly at her as she excitedly clapped her hand together. She had an eager look on her face, obviously up to something.

“It’ll be a great workout for me and a nice break from the same, boring old weights I use everyday. Come on!” she motioned for me to follow her as she stepped through the door.

I followed her, all the time hypnotized by her vast back and perfectly rounded butt as she walked before me. Arriving outside, I was even more mesmerized by the look of her glistening body in the full sun, giving her the same brilliant glow she had when I first saw her mowing the lawn. I opened the trailer and surveyed the masses of furniture and boxes I had crammed in there. The thing at the very front was the last thing I had put in there, my huge entertainment center. I had needed the help of two other guys to carry it, and was wondering how on earth we were going to move it into our room. Obviously, I didn’t reckon with my little sister, because all Kate did was take a look at it for a moment, then spread her massive arms and wrapped them around the huge machine.

“Wait!” I yelled. “We need some–“

But before I could even finish that sentence, Kate had pulled it out of the trailer and stood up to her full towering height, holding that great big thing in front of her.

“Where do you want it, little bro?” she asked, her voice not even laboring the slightest bit.

“Er, my room, I guess,” I replied, too stunned to even register her calling me “little bro.“

Elegantly she turned around and started walking towards the house. I just stared, impressed by her feat. Just then she lifted the whole entertainment center up and up until she had it above her head. If I was amazed before, I was completely blown away at the sight of her easily handling something that took three men to move last time I tried. Not content with this demonstration, she started pressing it up and down several times until she reached the door where she lowered it again and disappeared into the house. Utterly in awe at her awesome strength I could feel my dick throbbing, thinking how it must have been nothing for Kate to overpower me in the gym when she even makes things like that seem so easy.

My head spinning I tried finding something I could carry myself and grabbed a box of dishes. I was just through the door when the huge, sweaty body of my sibling came the other way, her huge frame completely blocking our house’s hallway. She didn’t give us any time to figure out how we were going to get past each other, because there was always her solution for everything.
“Beep, beep!” she laughed. “Big girl coming through.“

She grabbed and lifted me and the box I was holding off the ground. I could feel her large, strong hands around my waist, encircling it almost completely and holding me safe and steady. Higher and higher I went, until my head almost brushed the ceiling. A position in which her enormous torso only had to share the relatively narrow space in our hall with my thin legs, leaving just enough room for both. In one swift motion she turned her entire body as well as mine around and gently set me down again. Whistling a little tune she hopped out of the house again, ready for the next big things to carry.

By the time I put the dishes in the kitchen, Kate was just about to enter the house again, this time carrying my heavy, solid wood dinner table on her head, balanced by one hand. In the other, she had hoisted my large desk up and clamped it under her arm, moving it along her long strides. She stopped in front of the door, leaving enough room for me to slip through and stand beside her.

“Where’s this going?“

I stood for a moment, mesmerized by the fact that she was making casual conversation while holding two extremely heavy and cumbersome pieces of furniture. They couldn’t have been heavy to her, but still every single muscle involved in carrying those large pieces bulged massively during the feat.

“Um…”

I was too enthralled by the symphony of musculature to think quickly. Sure, my room was large, larger than Kate’s even, but I doubted all of it would fit in there.

“The basement,” I answered, wanting to return to the van for the next box I could carry.

“Listen, bro,” Kate stopped me as she gently set down the table. “Seems like you’re only slowing me down and I don’t want to worry about smashing into you and hurting you, so how about this?“

With her head she gestured towards the lawn, where she had set up a deck chair and an umbrella. When the hell did that happen?

“Just let me unload the trailer on my own and you can relax for a bit, ok? After all, you’ve had a long drive today.“

“You sure?” I asked.

Kate smiled and placed her huge paw on my shoulder. I could only stare at the pumped arm that connected it to her towering body.

“No problemo, little bro,” she said and gave me a gentle push to the side. Picking up the large pieces of furniture, she went into the house while I sat down and made myself comfortable. I had to say, as far as relaxation goes, there are worse things than watching your six foot five, hulking 275 pound sister in bikini make trip after trip to carry everything you own in the world.

At some point during, our mom came out with a jug of lemonade and two glasses. By the time I had gotten out of the chair and over to where she was standing, Kate had already grabbed the jug and gulped down almost all of it at once. Grinning her goofy grin, she took what was left and poured into my glass, leaving me with maybe a squirt of lemonade.

When Mom brought another pitcher, I immediately jumped and ran to fill my glass. Just as I was finished, Kate came up and took it from me, emptying it in pretty much one go. While she did that, I tried to drink some of it from the jug, but could barely get down two sips, before she took it away from me and devoured the rest. I lamented that I was barely getting anything to drink on this hot summer day and she promised that she’d leave some for me the next time.

Kate was almost done with trailer when Mom came with the last pitcher for the day. As my luck would have it, she was immediately followed by her enormous daughter, who took it again and downed everything in it. But apparently, she didn’t forget her promise. Noticing me standing there with an empty glass, she stopped gulping and looked at me. The jug was empty, but her mouth was full of lemonade with her cheeks blown out.

“Mngh,” she mumbled, unable to speak, but sounding like had tried to say “Sorry“.

She looked amused, but honestly sorry she didn’t think of me.

“Nhmnh,” she explained, taking my glass from me, “hmng ng mhnh.“

With that, she held it up to her face and spread her lips. All the lemonade gushed into my glass, filling it completely. For a split second, I was once again amazed at the size of her, seeing that she could fill a large glass with just one mouthful of hers.

“Better?” she grinned, wiping her mouth with her tremendous forearm as she handed me my glass.

Almost immediately the disgust in me took over. I was definitely not going to be drinking her backwash. Okay, that was pretty rich coming from me, who spent the largest part of the last hours getting off over smelling and inadvertently tasting and licking the sweat on her little sister’s muscular body, but still.

“Ew…” I exclaimed, staring at the liquid I was holding.

Turning up to her towering form, she was smiling broadly down at me. I figured she would go on to say that if I don’t want her spitted drink, I might as well give it back to her, therefore getting all of the lemonade after all. But just once, I didn’t want her to be calling the shots.

Kate was about to extend her hand to take the glass from me, when I held it up high and dumped the entire drink in her face and over her body.

I could see she wasn’t expecting that. Her mouth hung open, her eyes were closed and her face betrayed an emotion of complete surprise. The lemonade ran in big, yellow rivulets all over her body, down from her head over her massive shoulders and arms, covering her mighty chest and even some of her abs. We both stood frozen for a few moments, as suddenly I got a sinking feeling. Someone like Kate wasn’t used to resistance or anybody standing up to her. I hope she hadn’t developed a temper in the last years and wasn’t going to take out her rage on her helpless big brother. I was feeling queasy with every second she stood still, as I instinctively went into a slightly cowering, smaller position.

Suddenly she snorted with laughter, spraying me with droplets of lemonade from her lips. She started guffawing, looking at me as her big body convulsed in huge giggles. Gigantic muscles all over her body, wet from sweat and now even wetter from lemonade, bulged as she used her big hands to wipe herself off as well as she could. One hand cleaned off her face while the other sensuously rubbed all across her protruding chest, all the while she kept chuckling.

“Thanks, little bro,” she said, snickering. “That actually felt quite good. I was getting really hot, you know?“

It was relaxing to hear her talk like that, seeing that she wasn’t going to kill me in a fit of rage. Laughing along with her, I even reached out and helped her wipe some of the drink off her arms and her abs. The feeling was fantastic and I would definitely use this technique again to get a good fondle of Kate’s body.

With both of us done, we returned to our respective places. She unloaded the remaining furniture and boxes while I sat and watched her amazing body work. The only thing she ever needed from me was telling her what I would need in my room or could go into the basement. There really are advantages to having a big girl like Kate for a little sister.


The end

[Oerba-Lightning]

Well damn. What a goddess she is! Thanks for this amazing story 

[Vharx]

Amazing story, glad to see one that doesn't resort to heavy violence or mean characters.

[phil123]

Great story and I would hope it didn't ended

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😋🤗😍

[Sicod]

Unfortunate that the author is banned. Clearly a popular story. Anyone know the reason the author was banned?

[Female Bodybuilding]

Unfortunate that the author is banned. Clearly a popular story. Anyone know the reason the author was banned?

robojoe was banned before.

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