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Chapter 1
"Do we really have to go, Sara?" I asked.
"Of course we do, Greg. They're my parents," she said as she was packing
her travel bag.
"I know, but it's just so boring whenever we go over there, and I think
your mom hates me."
She made a sour face and said, "She doesn't hate you. She actually told
me that she thinks we're good for each other."
"Then why does she always grill me about my classes?"
"She just wants to keep you on your toes," Sara explained. "Don't let it
get to you. She knows I love you."
I walked up and put my arms around her waist. "I hope so, because that
proposal is coming soon."
"Oh yeah?" she said coyly with a smile, "Well I hope it's a good one."
We had been talking about marriage for a few months, but I knew I would
marry this girl in the first ten minutes of knowing her. We met two years
ago during freshman year at our university. We were the only sober ones
at a house party, during which we made fun of all the drunkards there
making asses out of themselves. Two years on and we're still laughing.
Now, we were going to her parents house 3 hours away to visit. We'd been
going there every other weekend for the past few months.
"You sure you wanna marry me? I might be really ugly as an old man," I
joked.
"All old men are ugly save for Harrison Ford, and baby, you're no
Harrison Ford. But I will love you no matter what you look like."
I smirked. "Good to know."
"And what about me. Are you still gonna be into me when my boobs reach
down to my belly button and my ass is big enough to put a table setting
on?"
"Ha! My love, that's when I will be most into you," I said.
She was about to make a retort but I leaned in and gave her a long kiss.
She was everything I could hope for in a woman. She hilarious and could
always make me laugh. She was also smart as shit. Way smarter than I am.
She was 5'6" with curly brunette hair and perky B cup breasts, and an
hourglass figure that makes men drool, myself included. I often wondered
why she would go for me, being an average looking, not too tall guy, but
I try not to question a good thing.
"Oh, I forgot to tell you. I got a board game that we can play tonight
while we're there. It sounded really fun!" she said excitedly.
"A board game?" I said with a confused look. "Really?"
"Yeah, come on! You said it gets boring there so this should help break
up the tedium." She walked to the closet of the bedroom and pulled out a
shopping bag from her favorite antique store 'Forgotten Charms'. She
pulled a long, flat wooden box from the bag. On the top it had intricate
carvings of fairies and witches on the border. In the center showed what
I presumed was the title.
"It's called 'Contrapasso'. It's a trivia game. You roll and answer the
question on the tile you land on. It's like trivial pursuit, but with a
fancier. And the best part is who ever wins gets to make a wish."
"A wish? Like a genie? I didn't know Milton Bradley had that much power,"
I joked.
"The store guy said it was magic. Don't look at me that way, Greg! The
Ouija board I got there works."
"Magic?" I smiled. "Whatever you say, Sara. I look forward to the magic.
Are you packed? Ready to go?"
"Yes, Mr. No Fun." She put the game back in the bag and brought it with
her bag of clothes and toothbrush downstairs.
I grabbed my bag and went down to load the car. She hopped in and bucked
up. "Let's roll," I said and we were off.
Chapter 2
"Hi, Dad!" Sara yelled as she got out of the car. Her father, Jim, was
sitting outside on the stoop smoking a cigarette. He was a chubby guy,
about 6' tall with peppered hair and a receding hairline. A really nice
guy. He just turned 48 last month.
"Hi guys! How was the drive?" He put out his cigarette and walked over
for a hug and a handshake.
"Not too bad," I answered. "Almost hit a groundhog, but that's about it."
"Well, you guys come on in. Dinner's almost ready, Mom's making lasagna.
You care for a drink?"
"Yeah, Dad, we'll have some iced tea," Sara requested.
"Coming right up." He went straight to the kitchen after we walked in the
door. "Honey, Sara and Greg are here!"
"Oh good," I heard a familiar voice echo through the hall into the foyer.
Bev walked in with her arms outstretched, smiling. She hugged us both at
the same time. She was about the same height as Sara, but her width was a
tad bugger, but age will do that to you. She had a bit of a belly, and
butt was quite plump. Her breasts looked to be about a D cup. They
pressed against us as we hugged. She had shoulder length hair, dyed
blonde to hide the 47 years of aging. She had a kind face which I imagine
was quite hot back in her hey-day. She was, after all, the mother of the
hottest woman I've known. "So good to see you guys. I hope the drive was
fine. Put down your stuff and come and sit down."
We dropped our bags and she led us to the living room. Sara and I sat on
the couch and Bev took the wing-back. Jim walked in with iced teas in
hand. "Here you go." We both grabbed them and he sat in his recliner.
There was some nice jazz playing on the hifi. Her parents preferred a
certain ambiance.
"So how are you guys doing?" Bev said, starting the conversation.
"Pretty good, Mom. Just going to classes. Same old same old," Sara said.
"And how are your classes going, Greg?" Bev asked.
"Uh, they're going well. If I keep going the way I am I can graduate a
semester early."
"That's great to hear!" Jim said. "So when are you two getting engaged?"
Sara choked on her tea mid-gulp. "Dad! What's the matter with you?" she
coughed out.
"What? You've been together for two years. I wouldn't be surprised if
Greggy boy has the ring in his pocket waiting for the perfect moment, am
I right Greg?" he asked.
I sat there looking like a deer in the headlights. "Uh, no comment."
"Leave them alone, Jim. They're still in school. There's no rush for
that. Anyway, I'm sure Greg will make our Sara an honest woman when the
time is right, right Greg?" Bev asked.
"Ha...yeah," I said wearily. As if a gift from above, we heard the egg
timer go off in the kitchen.
"Dinner's ready. I hope you two like vegetable lasagna. We're trying to
cut out meat. Have you seen that documentary on Netflix?" Bev asked us as
she left for the kitchen not waiting for an answer.
"Yum," Jim said in a sarcastic tone. "Don't worry. I keep a stash of
jerky if you guys get a craving later. Don't tell your mom."
We moved to the dining room. Bev brought everyone a plate of food and we
dug in.
"This is really good, Bev. I don't miss the meat at all," I said.
"Thanks, Greg. I'll give you the recipe," Bev said smiling with a cheese
strand hanging from her mouth.
Dinner was as quiet and awkward as ever. I didn't have much in common
with either of them so I never had too much to comment on any subjects
they brought up.
"That was good, Mom," Sara commented after we had finished eating.
"Thank you sweetie. Well what should we do now? Do you want to watch
'Love Actually'? Jim and I loved it." Bev suggested. Jim rolled his eyes.
"Actually, Mom I brought a game for us to play. It's a trivia game."
"Oh, I like trivia!" Jim burst out. "I'm a Jeopardy master."
"That's true," Bev explained looking at me. "That's where Sara gets her
smarts."
"I'll go grab it," I said. I got up from the table to retrieve that game
as the others went back to the living room.
"What game is this?" Bev asked as I placed it on the coffee table.
"It's just a trivia game, mom. You land on a square and you answer
questions. You answer right and you get to roll again. Whoever gets to
the end wins the game."
"And the winner gets to make a wish." I interjected as I sat next to
Sara.
"A wish? What to you mean?" Jim asked.
"Like magic, or so Sara says."
"Shush, Greg. It's just for fun," Sara said in an annoyed tone.
I unfolded the wooden lid, exposing the board. It had a simple design of
a trail of squares swirling around the board, eventually ending at a
black square. I removed the two dice and box of trivia cards. There were
also four wooden buttons each painted a different color.
"I want the green one," Jim said.
I handed him the green one, Sara the red one, Bev the yellow one and
myself the blue one.
"Give me the instructions, Greg," Sara said pointing at the aged piece of
paper sitting in the corner.
"Nah, we don't need that. It's a trivia game," Jim said. He leaned in
from his chair, grabbed the paper and threw it behind him. Doesn't get
more simple than that.
"Psh, fine," Sara said in protest. "You roll first, Mom."
Bev picked up the dice and rolled a '3'. She moved her button to the
appropriate square, a history question. Sara pick a card from the pile
and read the question. "What year did the Normans conquer England?"
"Hmm. 1166?" Bev answered.
"Close. 1066."
"Shoot. I knew that!" Bev protested.
"You next, Dad."
The game went on for about an hour and a half. Sara and her dad we neck
and neck the whole time. They were both 11 squares away from the black
square. Bev and I were way behind. Jim rolled a 5 and landed on an art
question.
Sara picked up a question card. "This is it, Dad. This is for the
victory. What famous technique did DaVinci use in The Mona Lisa."
"I know this! I remember this from that BS Art history class I took in
college. Sfumato!"
"Crap. That's correct."
"Oh, yeah. Only six spaces from the win," Jim said victoriously. He
grabbed the dice and proceeded to roll a twelve. "Yes!" He moved his
green button to the black square. "Good game guys. I'm beat. You going
to bed?"
"Not yet, Dad," Sara said. "You have to make your wish since you won!"
"Ha ha, sure," he said yawning. "I wish you two would get married soon."
"Nice, Dad. Let's go to bed, Greg." I stood and went to the foyer to get
our bags.
"You two sleep well. I'm going to go clean up," Bev said.
"You want some help, Mom?" Sara offered.
"No, no. You must be exhausted from that drive. You go get some rest."
We went upstairs to the guest bedroom and shut the door.
"I may be misreading him, but I think your dad wants us to get married,"
I said.
"Hm, I don't know where you're getting that from," Sara joked back.
I leaned up close to her. "You want to get frisky?" I whispered.
"Ugh, I keep telling you. Not in my parent's house."
"Fine," I said with a harumph. We both got got undressed and slipped into
the guest bed and passed out.
Chapter 3
The sun woke me up. I didn't remember leaving the blinds open, so I
started to pull the sheets over my head, when I noticed something odd. My
hands were different. It was difficult to see through drowsy eyes but
they seemed smaller. As I lifted them up to get a closer inspection, I
felt an odd sensation on my chest. I looked down and saw two large mounds
covered by a pink cotton nightgown. Too stunned to speak, I moved my
hands down and cupped the mounds. They had feeling.
"Holy shit." Just as I said that I felt movement on the bed to my right
side. I looked over and saw Jim's head poking out of the covers, his eyes
still closed. "Holy shit," I said again. My voice wasn't my voice.
I felt a tickle on my ear, so I reached up and felt a tuft of hair going
down to my shoulders. I moved it to my eyes. It was blonde. I quickly put
the pieces together. I was in Bev's body. Slowly, I moved the the sheets
off of myself to reveal the rest of my body. I couldn't see past the
breasts, so I reached down and felt her belly. Oh no, I thought, and
reached further down and confirmed my suspicions. My dick was gone.
Through the pink nightgown I felt a smooth space where it used to be.
Fuck. I slowly began to stand up, trying not to wake Jim. As I stood up I
found I was now shorter than my usual height, the breasts made me top
heavy causing me to be even more disoriented. As I got my bearings, I
crept to the master bath and closed the door. I fumble in the dark,
sweeping me hand across the wall searching for the light switch. Finally,
I found it and flipped it on. I turned to the mirror and my heart sank.
Looking back at me was Bev. Then suddenly, everything went black.
"Greg? Greg wake up." I heard Sara. I could feel myself in bed. That was
a weird dream.
"Greg, are you okay?" It sounded like Jim. Was it time for breakfast? I
opened my eyes, and came face to face with myself.
"Wha!" I screamed. Jim, Sara and my own body were standing around me. I
looked down and saw the two mounds on my chest. That was no dream. "What
the hell is happening?"
"We don't know, sweetie. We all woke up like this," Jim answered.
"Jim, why are you calling me sweetie?" I asked with a worried tone?
"I'm not Jim," he said. "I'm Sara."
Just then Sara's body said, "I'm Jim."
Then my own body chirped up. "We switched bodies, Greg. I'm Bev. I'm in
your body and you're in my body. We woke up like this and found you
laying on the bathroom floor."
"This can't be happening." I said.
"We all had our own little freakouts three hours ago, Jim's body said.
"It's definitely happening."
I felt sick. I sat up and looked over my new body. It was so foreign.
Every move I took, I felt a bit of pudge. When I moved by arms I could
feel them brushing against the side of my breasts. I got off the bed and
they all wordlessly backed up. Standing I could feel the weight of the
breasts pulling down. I moved my hands behind me and felt my new bulbous
ass. Then it occurred to me. "The wish!" I squeaked out in Bev's high
pitched voice.
"Yeah, that's what we think too," my body said. "We've been waiting for
you to wake up so we can play the game again and get back to normal. Are
you ready?"
"Yes. Look at me! Let's go." I led the way downstairs to the living room.
We found the game just where we'd left it on the coffee table. We all sat
in the same spot as last night. "Let's do this."
I grabbed the game buttons. As I leaned over to hand them out, my breasts
pointed downward like a compass following a magnet. It was an unsettling
feeling. I blew some strands of blonde hair from my eyes and was about to
roll when Sara spoke up in Jim's body. "Wait. Where are the instructions?
We need to make sure we do this the right way."
Sara's body got up and disappeared behind the recliner. It came back up
with the instructions Jim threw back there last night. "Got 'em," Jim
said as he sat back down. He handed them to Sara. She proceeded to read
through them, but started to squint.
"I can't read this. Dad, your eyes are horrible," she complained with
Jim's voice. She grabbed his reading glasses from the table and put them
on and continued to read. The room was silent for about a minute.
Suddenly, Sara's eyes went wide.
"What's the matter?" I said worried.
She looked up at me above the glasses. "We...we can't change back for
ninety days." Our mouths dropped. She started reading from the paper,
"The winner will make one wish. The winner will want to word it
carefully, as the magic will interpret the wish in the contrapasso
manner. Once the wish is made, it cannot be unmade for ninety days. On
the ninety-first day the wish can be annulled, but on the ninety-second
day, the wish becomes permanent."
"What? We're stuck like this? Bullshit!" Bev yelled in my voice.
"Calm down, Bev!" Jim ordered.
"Calm down, Jim? I have a dick! I haven't seen it but I definitely feel
it wiggling down there."
"And I'm in our daughter's body, Bev. This is hard for all of us," Jim
shot back.
We all sat in silence for 10 minutes trying think about what's next.
Sara's body looked so sad. I wanted to go and comfort it, but I knew it
was Jim in there.
"Oh no," Sara said. "I think I have to pee. God, I do have to pee. Dad,
what should I do?"
"Go pee, honey. We can't wait ninety days to go to the bathroom," he
said.
"But I'll have to touch your thing!" she protested.
"That's ok. We will get through this, but we have to do what we must,"
Jim assured her. Sara got up and went in to the rest room.
Bev stood up. "I think I'm going to go lie down."
"Wait," I said. "What should I do?"
"Anything you want, dear. Just take care of my body," she said, and
walked off upstairs to her bedroom in my body.
"I'm going to sit out back to think, Greg. Make yourself at home. You're
going to be here a while," Jim said. As he got up and turned, I
instinctively looked at Sara's perfect ass, or now his perfect ass now I
guess.
Sara came back in the room. "Where did they go?"
"They went to rest, Sara. That's probably what we should do too."
"I can't rest Greg. I just peed standing up with my father's penis. There
is no way in hell I can sleep right now."
"I know. Me either. Wanna watch netflix?"
"Yeah," she said.
Chapter 4
That first day was brutal. We tried to keep ourselves busy, trying not to
state the obvious of how weird this situation was. Sara and I watched
netflix for a few hours, sitting on opposite sides of the couch, because
let's face it, I don't want to snuggle with a man. I did my best not to
look down to avoid seeing those mounds sticking out from my chest. I knew
I needed to deal with them eventually, but not now. At some point Jim
came in and made a sandwich in the kitchen. I didn't know how he could
think about eating right now. He's walking around inside his daughter's
body, which I had sex with only two days ago and now he's making lunch in
it. What were we supposed to do for three months? Put our lives on hold?
During an episode of Parks and Rec I felt a familiar stinging sensation
from down below; I had to pee. I looked over at Sara. "I have to pee."
"Oh? Good luck." she said.
"How do I do it?"
"What do you mean? It works the same way as with a dick, as I learned a
few hours ago. Only you have to sit down. And be sure to wipe."
"Wipe? Why would I need to wipe? I'm only going to piss," I asked.
She shook her head. "It gets all over the vagina. You have to clean it up
dummy."
"My god. This can't be over quick enough." I slowly got up, feeling my
ass jiggle as I straightened myself. I decided to use the guest bathroom
upstairs, opting for the extra privacy in case something went wrong.
Walking up the stairs became its own ordeal as my boobs bounced with
every step. I could feel my nipples brushing against the pink nightgown
which caused a strange sensation within me. Once upstairs, I made a
beeline for the bathroom and shut the door. I saw my new reflection for
the second time, but it was no less alien. I had the body of a middle-
aged mother. Remembering my task, I moved to the toilet. I lifted up the
nightgown, refusing to look down at my new equipment and sat down. As I
hunched over I could feel my boobs being supported by my belly, causing
them to stick out even further which prevented me from even seeing my
knees. I could feel the floodgates wanting to open, so I thought about
using the same muscles as I did in my old body to get it started.
Success! There was a tinkling noise echoing through the room. I felt my
crotch getting drenched with warm fluid. Sara was right. The scent of
urine penetrated my nostrils, but it was different than usual. It had an
almost sweet aroma compared to my usual musky smell. The pee is even
different. Eventually, the flood stopped. I reached over to the toilet
paper and wadded up a handful. I was hesitant to feel around down there,
but I knew it had to be done. I moved my hand down and felt smooth skin.
Bev shaves. Reaching down further underneath the seat, I pressed the
toilet paper to my new vulva. I could feel the contours of the lips
through the paper, making me shudder. I wiped until I felt dry down there
and quickly stood up and flushed. Well that's done. I let out a loud
sigh.
I started to walk to the door but stopped when I saw my reflection again.
Curiosity was getting the better of me so I walked up to the wall mirror
to get a better look at my face. It was actually kind of attractive. Bev
had a cute upturned nose, green eyes, and powdy lips, surprising for her
age. I reached my hand up to my cheek feeling the smooth skin, a
departure from my usual stubby face. I smiled to take a look at her
teeth. They were semi-stained with age, but her gums looked healthy. I
opened up my mouth; no cavities. Bev took pretty good care of her teeth.
My eyes eventually drifted down the reflection to my breasts. I have
tits. It was a weird realization. Sara suckled from these as an infant.
Still looking at them, I moved my hand up and cupped my right breast from
underneath, gently lifting it to feel its weight. "That's heavy," I
said. Then slowly, I slid my hand up to the front, my fingers bumping the
nipple as they passed. I gently squeezed it. The act sent shivers through
me. "Shit or get off the pot," I whispered to myself.
I released my breast and moved my hands down to grab the bottom of the
night gown and began to pull up. I stopped when I revealed my vagina. It
was completely shaved showing a small cleft at the bottom. I stared at it
for a few seconds then pulled the nightgown off entirely. There Bev was,
there I was naked. The breasts were there and they were glorious.
Considering their size, the were still quite perky, hanging down only
about two inches. Atop them sat pink areolas, two inches in diameter with
erect nipples the size of eraser heads at the center. "Whoa," I said with
a squeak. I looked downward to see them from my new point of view. They
looked even more enormous so close up. I grabbed them and began to
massage them. It felt good. They were incredibly soft, almost like warm
water balloons. With every breath my tits heaved up and down. They were a
part of me. I felt a wave of warmth emanating from my groin as I
continued massaging my tits.
Just then, I heard the doorknob begin to turn. Not having enough time to
get dressed, I panicked and grabbed the nightgown making a poor attempt
to cover myself with it. The door cracked open and my body's head poked
through and looked at me.
"What are you doing?" Bev asked. She gave me a suspicious gaze. "Why are
you naked?"
"I'm...I'm sorry, Bev."
She walked in and shut the door. "What are you doing with my body?"
"I, uh. I just got curious. I just wanted to see it. It won't happen
again." I did my best to cover the boobs.
"Ha! Don't worry too much. You had to do it sometime, might as well be
now. You don't want to wear a nightgown for three months. I actually came
in here to do the same thing."
"You want to see my body naked?" I asked.
"Yes, dear. If I'm stuck like this, I wanted to see what I was working
with. You can drop the nightgown. I've seen myself naked plenty."
I obeyed, and dropped it to the floor. She looked me over top to bottom.
"Wow, I really need to lose some weight. How are you liking having
boobs?"
"It's weird." I answered.
"You won't even notice them after a few weeks," she said.
"I very much doubt that."
"You mind if I touch them, Greg?"
"You...why?" I was confused.
"I've only felt them while inside my body. I want to see what they're
like from a different perspective," she explained.
"Uh, sure. They are yours after all."
She walked up to me. Her head was now about eight inches above mine. I
hadn't noticed how much shorter I was until now. She reached up and
cupped my tits, gently rubbing them and moving them up and down. It was a
wholly different sensation feeling someone else touch them. The warmth in
my groin was picking back up.
"Wow. They feel really soft." She moved on to the nipples, rubbing them
between her fingertips, causing my body to tremble. "I see that feels
good for you too," she said with a smile. She put her hands down. "You
mind if I check your body out?"
"Be my guest."
"I want you to stay too." She proceeded to undress down to nothing but
underwear. She scanned her new body over, patting it up and down. "This
is so weird. I feel enormous, Greg. And this body hair!" She combed her
fingers through by body's chest hair. "Touch it, Greg." She took my small
hand and placed it on her chest, and I rubbed my fingers all around it.
"Take off the underwear. That's the best part." What was I saying? I felt
a fire building up in me through all of this and I wanted it to become an
inferno.
"You're right," she said. "Let's see what you're packing." She grabbed
the elastic rim of the boxers and pulled them down, revealing the flaccid
penis and balls. She studied them for a moment. She gave the penis a
poke. "Woah!" Then she took hold of it, touching it and her balls all
over. "This is so alien, Greg. How do I pee from this?"
"I can show you. Do you have to pee now?" I asked.
"I think so."
I escorted her to the toilet and lifted the seat. "You lift first so you
don't make a mess. It can be hard to aim. Then point it in the middle as
best you can and let it fly."
She nodded and positioned her dick to the center. A trickle of pee began
to come out, quickly becoming a font. "This is so cool!" After about
thirty seconds the drip ended.
"Now shake it to get the last of it out."
She shook it and flushed. "That was fun!" She turned to me. "You wanna
touch it, Greg?"
"Huh?"
"Well, I got to feel my body. You want to feel yours?"
"What are you saying, Bev? What are you trying to do?" I could feel blood
rush to my face.
"I'm having some fun while I can. I was thinking about it in bed and
figured while we're like this we might as well enjoy it." She smiled.
"So, you wanna touch it?"
I thought for a moment. I did enjoy that little nipple tweak. She will
probably enjoy a dick rub. And I wouldn't do anything more. There's no
harm in that right?
"Yes," I said. I moved my hand down and gently stroked the top of her
dick.
"Ooh, I like that. Grab it, Greg. Do it right."
I wrapped my hand around it and rubbed it back and forth, I felt it
getting hard during all of this. My head was in a euphoric trance. I'm
giving a handjob and I like it. What is happening to me?
"I think I'm getting a boner."
"You are. Do you like it?" I asked. I moved my body closer, my tits now
grazing her hairy chest. I noticed a dampness in my crotch. "I think I'm
getting wet, Bev."
"Good," she whispered. "Make me cum."
That startled me for a second, but only for a second. I let go of her
dick and put the toilet seat down. "Sit," I said. "And try not to make
any noise. They're still down there."
She nodded wordlessly and sat down, her dick now pointing to the ceiling.
I kneeled down in front of her and began stroking her dick again. She
closed her eyes and was breathing heavily. The faster I stroked, the
harder she breathed. "Let me know when you're about to cum." I stopped
for a moment and spat in my hand and continued to stroke her faster and
faster. Her whole body started to twitch and she bit her bottom lip with
pleasure.
"I think I'm almost there," she whispered.
I tore off a piece of toilet paper with my free hand from the roll beside
me and held it over the dick. "When you start to feel it, push hard and
don't stop pushing until it's over," I advised. My tits and ass were
jiggling from all of the shaking and I loved it.
"Now," she said. "Unghhh." She let out a muffled grunt.
The semen shot out with surprising force. I caught most of it with the
toilet paper, but some of it dripped onto my wrist. Bev had stopped
convulsing and her head fell back in ecstasy.
"Wow," she said. "That was amazing." She lifted her head up and saw the
cum on my hand. "Ew, messy."
I looked at my wrist and almost instinctively, I licked it clean. "Did
you like that?" I asked.
"Hell yes, I did. I feel sleepy."
"That's normal." All of a sudden it just dawned on me what just happened.
I tried to stand up quickly but the cracking bones and swinging breasts
slowed me. "Bev, we shouldn't have done that."
"I know. I already feel bad about it. Let's get dressed and go back
downstairs before they get suspicious."
"Not a word," I said.
"Never," she agreed.
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