Greta woke up to the feeling of hair tickling the back of her the back of her throat. After some hacking and coughing, she spat out a scrunchie. Rorick was sitting in his favorite chair with a pair of feet sticking out of his dick, as Greta was debating getting up the door, and Molly came in and sat on her father's lap.. Greta hefted herself out of bed and waddled to the bathroom. Even at her 9-foot height, her massive belly was scraping the floor. as she passed Rorick he offered her a bottle of whiskey. after taking a pull of it she passed it to Molly who finished off the bottle before dropping it on the floor, where it joined several others.
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