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t wasn't unusual that Mrs.
Fizzlebot broke down, especially with the fear and confusion added. Maria's husband
embraced her, holding his wife tightly.
Mr. Fizzlebot was indeed absent-minded, but he was no idiot. And he had a
keen level of insight. Even as he held his wife he could feel the heat
emanating from Maria's skin, as if Maria Takagi had a fever. Somehow, he just knew what had
happened. What he couldn't figure out was *how*.
As Maria's husband held her, Mrs. Fizzlebot couldn't help but notice his scent.
It was a combination of cologne, bitter chemicals, sweat, and a faint trace of
soap. And something that Maria Takagi knew, though Maria Takagi never noticed it before, was his
own personal smell. The scents were oddly comforting and Maria Takagi found herself
calming down rapidly. Most of herself, anyways.
HUBBY NICE COCK!
Oh God, not now, Mildred thought.
"Gene," Maria Takagi said, pulling away from Maria's husband. "I-I think I'm sick.
Something's wrong with me, I--"
"No. You're not sick Milly," Eugene said. "I think I know what happened.
I've been working on a sort of e
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