By modulokss

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    After managing the whole day to start a new life, I went to sleep. But the next morning, I had another radical change. My little udder had not stopped growing since I discovered it, but the pace was very small. But that night took place in a very violent manner. Four large bags of flesh hanging from me like a gigantic udders, more than a meter in diameter each. And weighing enough. Luckily my tentacles had enough strength, but this was an additional problem, that is, a great argument to continue with my plan to disappear. Now I had nothing to do in this society. I had to go now ....