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Chapter 4 by WilltheBoatmaster WilltheBoatmaster

Now how do we fix all of this?

Not a clue, but we're getting there.

Spring flapped her lips together, their sounds audible from where you sat. Her tongue, either intentionally or not, ran over her puckers seductively. Never really focusing on lips before, the sight made you quiver in place. Her finger playfully spun her hair around, her excitable eyes adding extra allure to her package. Getting a hold of yourself, you looked over to the others, who seemed radiated just as much attraction.

Summer had pulled her pants off, or tried to at least, getting assistance from Winter. Her legs shimmed out her jeans and one could see her panties. Fat thighs poked out of her pants. With a huff, she let Winter take the pants who neatly folded them. Done, Summer stood up and rubbed her behind. Her hands glided themselves over the surface of her ass. Huge globes that were red from being tightened. Winter gave a sisterly pat on Summer's bum, her own expansion making her nether regions ripe and huge. Next, Winter focused on her own problem. She struggled to pull her pants down, tears filled her eyes. Not only was her groin large, but also extremely sensitive by the looks of it. When they were off, a sign of relief escaped her. However, the other women covered their eyes. Even though they were clones, they still didn't wish to see the crotch of another.

She did her best to cross her legs, but that only made her moan a little in response. Winter found another way to cover her regions, both hands delicately covered the top of her puffed-up pussy. June and Autumn did not seem to suffer the same problems. Well, Autumn anyways. June tugged at the collar of her shirt, no doubt to being compressed in her own clothing. She didn't look to be discomforted though, surprisingly her bra held together. The gothic Autumn on the other hand had already taken her bra off, which allowed one to witness her multi-boobage in full.

In essence, you did your best to not get a tent in front of your wives. You realized quickly that you needed to take your mind off of things fast. You pushed yourself up, brushed down your body, and looked around. Now the focus of attention, you spoke:

"Alright, we need to fix this." A part of you didn't want to, but you realized the logistics of not only taking care of five women, but five very expanded women. With only government experiment and sideshow freaks being your only options. True, you could try remote work, but that'd be a hassle. Upon hearing that, your wives all nodded in agreement. Soon the topic of figuring out where the box came from and how did your wife's relative got it from came to the forefront of your investigation.

So, what about work tomorrow?

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