She jerked and twisted in spot when she felt hose beads get tugged on, a different sensation than when they were filling her ass one by one, each larger than the last. They didn't come quite back out, but she could feel it tugging, twisting about, playing with her. There were already so many things wrong about all of this, and if she wasn't all twisted up in sensation, she would have been boggled and mind blown from the sheer confusion and what factor.

Her lips were perpetually parted now, panting against the lips she could feel just in front of her. Taunting her. It was hard to even focus on talking, especially when her words were quickly dissolving into whines as she felt herself starting to edge over again.

'But what if I don't want to be Chika.' She wanted to say. To yell. To cry out.

"Buh...whaah...aah...d-don't...aaaah!" Is what came out instead, voice hitching more and more with each moment. She was really going to do this? Come again?