spread wide. She had on a pair of plaid boy shorts and a pink tank top that hugged her round breasts. Freckles dotted her face. "Everything comes from the web these days." "Futanari Mom's," I said. "That's who made it." Sarah Takamaki spluttered on her can of said she was drinking. She coughed and wiped at her mouth, her round, blue eyes going wide. "What did you just say?" She wiped at her lips. She was half-Japanese. She would look fully Asian with her pale-olive skin and