Sign the waiver?
No?
A prompt pops up to sign the waiver. ‘Skip’ is greyed out. You adjust your body and look over yourself. Your breasts are like {Breasts} inches around. Your butt sticks out {Butt} inches. Your heavy {Balls} inch scrotum hangs low. You see you are past the point of no return. You sign.
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