Valentine's Day

Date Written: 
02/05/1999

Mike and Kelly left the cinema less than pleased.

"What a waste," Mike complained.

"Of time and money," Kelly echoed.

"What do you say we get some pizza?" Mike suggested as they walked towards his car.

"Sure. But I'm gonna need an extra soda to wash the bad taste of that movie out of my mouth."

They got in the car and headed for the exit. Mike checked for traffic, then turned left onto the highway. "Isn't Pizza Heaven the other way?" Kelly asked.

Mike smiled and said, "I'm taking a short cut."

"This short cut doesn't happen to go through Culver's farm now does it?" Kelly asked.

"You know me too well," Mike answered smiling. Kelly was not smiling.

Mike pulled off the highway onto two parallel strips of ground worn bare by years of traffic. Cutting across Culver's farm from the main highway to the county road that used to be the main drag was common practice. Old man Culver knew it was three miles in either direction to where Crow Rd. came out to the highway, so he didn't mind. So there was never any trouble about trespassing.

The farm road quickly entered a stand of trees. Mike went on a little farther, then turned left onto green grass and disappeared into the woods. Now, sure they were out of sight, Mike stopped the car and turned the engine off. Kelly sat with her arms folded across her chest. The movie had done nothing to put her in a playful mood.

"I'd like a slice with pepperoni," she said dryly.

"Aw, come on Kelly. I just wanted some privacy because I've got a present for you."

Kelly tilted her head and looked suspiciously at Mike out of the corner of her eye. "What kind of present?"

Mike slid across the front seat towards Kelly, and before Kelly could say something about not being interested in THAT present, opened the glove compartment. Among the maps, repairs bills and flashlight that fell out was a package wrapped in red paper with white hearts, and topped with a bow.

"Happy Valentine's Day," Mike said as he picked it up off the floor and handed it to Kelly. Kelly took the package in her hand and looked at it for a moment. Then realizing the bomb they had just seen was suppose to have been a romantic comedy, and how romantic Mike was trying to be, she threw her arms around Mike's neck and laid a wet one on him.

"You wonderful person," she said. As she plucked the bow off, Kelly wondered what she would find. She also wondered what she would get for Mike. Of course that would depend on what he was giving her. The paper peeled off to reveal a velvet jewel box about an inch thick, two inches wide and four inches long. 'Too big for an engagement ring,' Kelly thought. With a sense of anticipation, she opened the lid.

Mike did not know how Kelly would react to the pin he had bought. They had been going together for almost a year. Mike remembered when the circus came to town the year before Kelly kept asking him to buy her balloons. A red one, a blue one, a green one, a yellow one, another red one. Kelly had so many at one point that a little girl thought Kelly was selling them. The little girl had gone away crying when Kelly had told her she couldn't have any. The balloons stayed in Kelly's bedroom for weeks. Even when they no longer floated. Kelly had screamed at him like he wanted to drown kittens when he suggesting throwing them away. They almost broke up right there. It was three days later when he showed up with a helium filled black balloon and said it time for her to send the others to balloon heaven that they made up. They had stood and watched until the balloons were out of sight. Afterwards, Kelly told him she needed to be consoled for her 'loss.' He figured out what she grabbed his shirt with both hands and fell back onto her bed, dragging him with her.

Mike's worry disappeared when he saw Kelly smile from ear to ear as she pulled the pin from the box. It was a cluster of five glass beads arranged like a flattened pentagon, each a different color. Silver strands ran from each to join together in a knot. The result looked like a small bunch of balloons tied together. "I love it," Kelly exclaimed.

As she fiddled with the clasp, Mike explained how he had gone from store to store looking for something special. "Everyone wanted to sell me something about hearts, but you already have mine." 'What a corny thing to say,' Mike thought. Kelly didn't think it was corny. "You're sweet," was all she said looking up at him. Then she went back to fiddling with the clasp. "I found this at that new 'Spells Are Us' shop at the mall. I wandered around a coulple of minutes before this guy came out. I don't know if he's the owner, or the manager, or what. I went up to him and said I was looking for something for my special girl. He said he had just what I was looking for, pulled this out from behind the counter and handed it to me. Didn't even charge me for it." Kelly finally got the clasp open, but instead of putting it on herself, she handed it to Mike. "Here. Pin me," she said. Taking the pin, Mike smiled at the high school style ritual he suddenly found himself involved in. "He said it's magic." "He said it's what?" Kelly laughed as Mike said, "As long as it made you happy, that's all the magic I need." "You're hopeless," Kelly said as she leaned over and gave Mike a quick peck on his cheek. Then she sat up straight, jutting her chest out towards Mike and his 'magical' pin. Mike positioned the pin over Kelly's blouse. He moved it up and down and back and forth until it looked just right. The tip of the pin disappeared into Kelly's blouse.

"Ouch!" Kelly protested as he pricked her with the pin. "Be careful!" "I'm sorry," Mike apologized. Neither of them noticed a sparkle of light run from the knot on the pin up to the balloons and exploded in a rainbow of light. Mike then carefully pushed the pin back through the blouse and tried to close the clasp. After a long struggle he declared, "There," and finished by taking the liberty of brushing Kelly's blouse flat, taking the liberty to brush her left nipple as well. Kelly grabbed Mike's hand, and started to scold him, but decided she did not want to ruin the moment. "Thank you," she said as she wrapped his hand around the back of her neck, leaned forward and again planted her lips on his. As they wrapped their arms around each other, Mike felt a restlessness between his legs. He was starting to get hard in anticipation of where he hoped this was going.

Mike's left hand went up to caress her face as he kissed her lips. Then his kisses spread to her left cheek, then her neck. His left hand also started to wander. He traced the underside of her jaw with the back of his index and middle fingers. Then down her neck to her clavicle, across to her shoulder and finally down to the outside of her right breast. Kelly, completely aware of Mike's ploy, pulled his chin back up to hers so she could stick her tongue in his mouth. Then she took his left hand and put it on her right nipple and started moving Mike's hand in a circles. The sensation raced from her breast to her crotch and she felt that wonderful wetness start to form between her legs. Mike, realizing he had the green light, folded his right leg under his left thigh as he twisted his torso towards Kelly. He was wondering what Kelly was doing, pushing her tits out at him when he heard a soft hiss like escaping gas. Maintaining lip-lock, Mike turned his head to face forward. He was relieved to see it wasn't the radiator.

Kelly's, "What happening?" did not register at first. "Something's leaking under the hood," was all he said. "Not there," Kelly said, sitting up and slapping his hands away from her body. She turned to face Mike. She shuddered with pleasure as she cupped both breasts and said, "Here." Mike instantly realized Kelly was bigger. One of the things that always upset Kelly was his looking at other girls who were bigger than her B-cup. "They're growing?" He asked with amazement. The question was retorical. Even as he spoke, Kelly's now C-cups was forcing her blouse to try to handle D's. "Yes! They're growing." Mike was dumbfounded for a moment. Not only were they growing, but from the look on Kelly's face, they were also becoming much more sensitive. "Don't just sit there!" Kelly complained. "Do something!" A glitter of light caught Mike's attention as Kelly made figure eights on her chest with her expanding tits. "The pin!" Mike said as he reached for it. It had to be the pin! The old man had said it was magic. This had to be how the magic worked. Mike fumbled with the clasp as Kelly's blouse pushed forward from the pressure beneath. Kelly's gyrations did not help. The fabric stretched, and gaps appeared between the buttons as her D-cups boobs became double D's. Kelly reached around to unclasp her-B cup bra so she could breath again. "Stop fidgeting," Mike ordered. Then Mike had to do a little fidgeting of his own to ease his own discomfort. As Kelly's DD's bulged to EE's she could not overcome the tension pulling on the bra's backstrap enough to undo the clasps. "Hurry!" she pleaded with both hands behind her arched back, which pushed her FF's, and growing, into Mike's face. Her growth was pushing her boobs upward, slowly pulling her blouse out of her jeans. "There too big," Kelly cried. One by one the buttons on Kelly's blouse popped off, flying past Mike's head until the blouse fell free of Kelly's new mounds. This left her bra to struggle against the rediculous demands being placed on it. Her boobs had grown so much that tit flesh poured out from under the bra cups in every direction. "Kelly, lean forward," Mike ordered. Kelly leaned as far forward as her HH boobs would allow. The sound of rushing air was audible as Mike reached down behind her, pulled her blouse the rest of the way out of her jeans, up over her head and down her arms just as her bra gave up against the force of kelly's Double-I boobs and she burst forth like two giant kernels of pop corn popping. Mike threw blouse, pin and all, into the back seat. As Kelly's totally inadequate B-cup bra fell away it revealed nipples the size of baby carrots. The sound of escaping air ceased. What he beheld almost made Mike mess his pants. Kelly's boobs were as big as cantaloupes. They were nicely spherical without any sign of sagging. Kelly's nipple's pointed slightly upwards from areolas the size of tea cup saucers. They were crying out to be fondled. Mike reached to satisfy them.

Kelly instinctively reached up to cover herself. When she touched herself a wave of excitement flooded her entire body. She squeezed both mounds as a result, and this only served to heighten the pleasure. With her eyes closed, Kelly reached out to Mike, found his head and pulled it down to her right nipple. Mike was more than happy to oblige. He sucked on Kelly's right nipple, then reached up to her left breast and started massaging it. 'Wow,' Mike though as Kelly writhed beside him. Moments later Kelly's entire body shook with the massive orgasm she had always dreamed of but had never achieved.

Kelly slowly came to her senses, looked down at herself and concluded out loud, "I'm huge." She looked up at Mike, who could think of nothing to say, except "I'm sorry." "Don't be." Kelly said. "I've seen the way you look at women with big busts. Well, now you can look at me." Besides," Kelly blushed, "I've always secretly wished I had a bigger top." Kelly ran her hands down the sides of her new boobs to her still flat stomach, then down to her thin waist. "Well you've got a big top now," Mike said. "A big top like the greatest show on earth." Kelly's eyes were staring off into the distance. "Something else I always wanted to go along with these," Kelly added, lifting her boobs and teasingly pushed them at Mike face.... "Be careful," Mike protested, drawing back, "You could put an eye out with those things." "....I wished I had a nice set of hips I could wiggle when I walk," as she reached back for the blouse. "I wonder...." she trailed off as she picked up the blouse and the sound of escaping air returned. She immediately dropped the blouse and the sound stopped. Kelly not wanting to look down, asked Mike "Did they get any bigger?" "Not that I noticed," Mike replied. Kelly was not sure if she believed him, what with that Cheshire Cat smile on his face and all. Kelly looked at the blouse again. Realizing she could not touch it herself she leaned towards Mike, her fullness swaying before him. "Hon-ey?" Mike knew he Kelly would get her way when she said 'Honey' like that. "Hon-ey, can you get the pin for me?" Mike, still not sure what she was up to obliged without protest. As he fussed with the clasp, Kelly tried to figure out how she was going to get two nine pound boobs into one six pound bra. At last, Mike freed the pin >from the clasp and removed it from the blouse. Mike held the pin up before Kelly like a child who had tied his own shoes for the first time. Kelly twisted to the right, pointing her left hip in Mike's direction. "Pin me!" she demanded. "Wait a minute!" Mike protested. "Forget it mister. You can do it, or I can do it. But if YOU do it, I will be eternally grateful." "Well, if you put it that way." Mike leaned over and pushed the pin into the jean fabric covering Kelly's thigh. "Ouch!" Kelly cried. She turned and slapped Mike on his wrist. Her action distracted his attention, and again he did not see the momentary sparkle flow across the pin. "You did that on purpose," she accused. "No I didn't" Mike denied. "I would never do anything to hurt you, Kell." Kelly's glare softened as she realized Mike was being truthful. "Well, don't let it happen again." 'Yes ma'am,' Mike thought to himself, realizing it would be best to let her get in the last word and drop the subject. Mike pushed the pin back through the jean fabric as carefully as he could. One more mishap and he would be in the dog house for sure. Wanting to be able to remove the pin as quickly as possible, Mike did not close the clasp. Mike's finger's yearned to feel Kelly's nipples, but they had to wait for something to happen. So they waited. And waited.

"You're going to have to latch it," Kelly concluded aloud. Mike tried to think of an argument, but since this had never happened to him before (or anyone else he knew of), he relunctantly obeyed. They waited again. And waited. "Kiss me!" Kelly said. Mike remembered that they had been kissing when her breasts had started growing, so it was a good assumption that they might have to be kissing this time as well. Mike leaned over to kiss Kelly. He wanted to do more than kiss her. Kelly tipped her head back to meet his. Mike wrapped his arms around her and pulled her tight against him. Kelly's new sensitive boobs almost distracted them from their immediate task.

They both reacted when the soft sound of escaping air returned. Mike reached down to unlatch the clasp. He still had to struggle with it. His attention wandered as he saw Kelly's hips start to flare out against her jeans. "Mike?" Kelly's voice reminded him of his chore. As he pushed and pulled at the clasp, the thighs of Kelly's jeans pulled tight as her legs filled the material. "Mi-ike?" Kelly asked somewhat more anxious. Mike 's fingers fumbled with the latch as Kelly's butt swelled out to push her jeans to the limit. "Mike?!" Kelly was again becoming concerned. The material strained and seams began to pop as Mike continued to work on the clasp. "Mike!?!" Kelly was beginning to panic. Kelly's jeans were coming apart, revealing pink flesh. Mike abandoned the clasp and, as he had with the blouse, decided getting Kelly out of the jeans would be faster. "Take your jeans off!" Mike commanded. "I love it when you get forceful," Kelly said sarcastically as she complied. Kelly's jeans had split at the pockets, and the triangular tears were spreading down to her thighs. While Kelly unbuckled her belt, undid her jean button, and lifted herself up to slide the jeans under her, Mike pulled Kelly's shoes off. He didn't want the jean legs to get hung up when they were almost off. If this took much longer, Kelly was going to have to turn sideways to get through doorways. The back of Kelly's jeans split as Kelly pushed the material down past her butt and thighs. She passed the material to Mike. Below Kelly's knees there had been no increase in size and Mike was able to pull the jeans off in less than a heartbeat. Mike tossed Kelly's jeans, still pinned into the back seat with her blouse and bra. The sound of rushing air stopped leaving Kelly with only her white bobby socks for protection against the elements.

Mike had seen digitally enhanced women on the web, but had never seen anyone in the flesh the way Kelly was now in HER flesh. Kelly lay in from of Mike with the largest pair of natural hooter's he had ever seen. Beneath them was a stomach you could bounce a quarter on. Then the tummy flared out to complete the most voluptuous form immaginable. His dream girl, his fantasy girl, was lying next to him at arms reach. And he reached out. "Wait a minute," Kelly protested. "I have to get these damn panties off me. They're too tight." "Aren't you gonna find somebody to tie me up first?" Mike asked. Kelly smiled and said, "Why Michael Allen, that's the nicest thing you've ever said," as she leaned back and pried her 38 inch thighs out of her 28 inch panties. "Like what you see?" she asked, twirling the panties on her right index finger. The useless panties flew into the back seat to join the equally useless bra, blouse and jeans. Mike had to swallow to speak. And still he could not speak. He started to lean over to kiss her. To explore her new body. He wanted her so bad he ached.

Kelly put her hand against Mike's lips and pushed him back as she sat up. Mike groaned in frustration. If he rushed he could lose her. A little self-control and she might be his forever. Kelly got her knees up onto the car seat, then crawled over to Mike, swung her right leg around Mike, and came to rest in all her naked glory on his lap. If she moved around much, Mike was going to blow his wad right there in his jeans. "Hon-ey," she said with a sparkle in her eye that Mike was not sure he liked. She was up to something. But what? "Hon-ey," she repeated. "Get me the pin, huh?" "You don't need that anymore," Mike countered, reaching up to grab two hands worth of tit. "You're beautiful. You're magnificent. You're.." Kelly had to grab Mike's hands before she got lost in a new rush of pleasure. Then she put her finger on Mike's lip to quiet him. "It's not for me, silly," she explained. "What?" Mike was confused. "Not for you? For who then?" Kelly giggled as she answered, "Who do you think?" Mike's voice cracked as he said, "Me-ee?" "You get the pin, Kelly continued, "I'll explain." So Mike leaned over and started working on the clasp again as Kelly began. "You guys are always bragging about how big you are." Mike protested, "Wait a minute little lady," before he realized what he was saying. "You can't say that anymore," Kelly laughed as she lifted her new boobs and waved them in Mike's face again." Between her on his lap and those in his face he was suffering a pain that hurt better than anything he could imagine. "Now you can actually have what you've always bragged about." Mike knew what Kelly was saying. Mike also knew Kelly did not know what she was talking about. He had once said he was going to stick so much in her she would gag, but that was fantasy. As far as Mike was concerned, women could not get big enough. But men had to watch out because they could get too big to practical. At some point, he knew he would never enjoy the long full strokes where he buried his bone to the root. Still.....

Mike got the pin off Kelly's jeans and handed it to her. "Pin me," he said with the same wicked smile he had seen on Kelly. Kelly reached down to grab a handful of fabric, and managed to grab a lot more. Mike moaned as he felt his balls start to churn. His wad begging for release. Kelly released Mike's throbbing member and slipped the pin through Mike's zipper flap. After what seemed an eternity, she had the clasp latched. "Now kiss me," Kelly commanded.

Mike reached around Kelly as his lips met hers. He wrapped his arms around her and caressed her naked back. His hands found new curves everywhere. He was going to enjoy this new terrain. His hands went down to Kelly's ass cheeks, all the time carefully listening for the tell tale hiss. Painful minutes passed as he struggled to retain his load until it could reach its rightful place. Finally, they realized that nothing was happening. Now it was Kelly's turn to say "I'm sorry. We must have used the magic up. It was probably supposed to be once for me and once for you. I got your hopes up for nothing." "You can make it up to me," Mike said. They both reached for the pin at the same time. Mike deferred to Kelly. After all, if he undid it she might decide there was no reason to stay on his lap. And he could not open his zipper with her undoing the pin. So he just leaned back against the car seat and drank in Kelly's beauty. There would plenty of time for him to enjoy looking at her, but this was the first time. It would never be this good again. This was the unveiling. Mike reached down to caress Kelly's thighs just as she got the clasp undone. "Ouch!" Kelly pointed the pin at Mike's right eye and started to say, "I ought to," then stopped. She had the pin in her right hand and was rubbing her left thigh. Then her hand moved up to her left breast. Mike realized she was rubbing the places where he had stuck her with the pin. He was no psychic, but he knew exactly what Kelly was thinking. "Oh no you don't!" Mike protested. "It won't hurt much," Kelly countered. "Besides, it will stop hurting once the pain goes away." As Mike tried to figure out what that meant, Kelly leaned her head forward and formed a small pout on her lips. "I'll be real careful." Mike was looking from her to the pin and back again. "Hon-ey ?"

Mike closed his eyes and took a deep breath. That was all Kelly needed for an assent. She lifted the zipper flap in her hand. Mike stiffened slightly under her in anticipation of being stung in his most private part. Kelly ever so gently pushed the pin into Mike's jean. "Ouch!" came Mike's confirmation she had found her target. "Well I'll be," Kelly muttered. Kelly had seen the pin sparkle. "What?" Mike inquired. "Nothing," Kelly answered. "But I still owe you one," Kelly mused.

Mike's hard-on was no longer threatening to erupt. It had taken a good three steps back from the pin's assault. He wondered how good his new cock would hurt. Kelly grabbed the lapels of his shirt. "Kiss me, you fool," Kelly demanded. Mike again wrapped himself around Kelly. She returned his bear hug. In fact, Mike thought, she was holding him as tight as he could ever remember. In the car's rear view mirror he could see Kelly's giant ta-ta's sticking out at least six inches from her torso. He was so engrossed with that vision that when the soft hiss of escaping air first appeared, Mike had to take a moment to remember what it was. "Okay, Hon," Mike said. "Get the pin." Kelly did not want to move. "What's your hurry?" Mike felt his erection fill to its normal length. And although that was only 6 inches, he knew it would not be for long. "Really, hon," he urged, as he felt his cock push out against his jeans. "Don't you want to be the big man in town," Kelly joked. Mike's little head was now pushing up against the elastic of his jockey briefs. "I'm sure I already am," Mike retorted. Mike felt the root of his dick press back against his prostate. Kelly got off Mike's lap and started to unlatch the clasp. Little Mike was bending at the mid point. The end half pushing up against Mike's belt. Kelly looked up at Mike. Without smiling, she said, "Remember the trouble you had opening the clasp?"

That was all Mike needed to hear. In a flash, he had Kelly off his lap, unbuckled his belt, undid his zipper button, and pulled down the zipper. Halfway down it jammed. Mike looked down as his missile launched up under his under shirt. Kelly had pinned the zipper together! Jean grabbed Mikes pants and pulled. The half zipped jeans slipped a bit, but they first had a hurdle to cross before they fell free. Kelly gasped. She was sure Mike's ball's had doubled in size. She was more familair with Mike's original equipment than anybody else except Mike himself. Mike turned his jeans inside out trying to shimmy out of them as his preseminal fluid found his belly button to lubricate. Kelly pulled and pulled and Mike kicked and kicked. But the jeans were stuck. Mike still had his shoes on! Mike leaned forward to pull his pants back up over his ankles. Kelly managed to remove Mike's shoes and jeans and throw them into the back seat with her blouse, her bra, her panties, and her jeans. The sound of escaping gas stopped. Mike's manhood tickled his xiphoid bone.

Kelly reached and lifted Mike's T-shirt up and up and up over his new length. "Wow," she said. She wondered if his new dick was as super sensitive as her new tits, so she took a breath and gently blew on the tip of his hard-on. Mike took a quick short breath as his dick flexed involuntarily. Kelly reached out and tried to wrap her right hand around Mike's new dick at its base. Mike moaned with pleasure as she only got two thirds around his girth. Mike's dick was at least four inches in diameter. The thought of his thickness made her insides twitch. Then she wrapped her left hand around it above her right hand. She was able to wrap her right and around it again and half of the left one after that before she covered his full length. "Wow," Kelly repeated as she figured Mike to be at least 14 inches long. Maybe 16. She would have to measure it one of these days. But not today. She could think of better things to do at the moment. "Yeah," Mike agreed, causing Kelly to pause to see if Mike might really be able to read minds. Kelly got back up onto Mike's lap and started rubbing her tits against her new toy. She was rewarded with a wave of pleasure. Mike groaned with pleasure until she tried to bend the shaft and point Mike's now larger little head at her left nipple. Relaxing her grip a little, she slipped his dick between her massive mounds. "Where did it go?" Kelly teased, enjoying his hardness between her boobs. Now Mike could fuck her tits. Something he had never been able to do before. Of course this had been as much her fault as his. Now he had the length, and she had the cleavage. "When we find it," Mike answered, "we'll have to put it someplace where we can find it." Kelly giggled as she lifted herself up to rub Mike's bulbous head with her entrance to paradise. She knew just the place. Mike's arms reached across the top of the car seat as cum rushed to fill his cock. She had to get up off her knees, and up to where her back was against the ceiling of the car. If anyone had walked by they would have thought she was mooning them. Kelly slowly lowered herself onto Mike. Inch by delicious inch she stretched her pussy to accommodate Mike's new flagpole. Moans of delight emanated from Mike each time Kelly gained another inch. Kelly's nail dug into Mike's shoulders as the fire inside her grew hotter and reached new depths. When Kelly, back on her knees, finally reached all the way back down to Mike's lap she sat there a moment, relishing the new sensation inside her. This would be the best. It would never be better. Sometimes maybe as good, but never better. Slowly she lifted up and started riding Mike. Speed built as Kelly became more aroused. Mike was in his own sexual stupor. The fire from his balls had spread down the inside of his thighs, back to his butt, up his spine, and down his legs to his toes. Mike's hands started roaming all over Kelly's body in an attempt to somehow share his experience with her. As Mike's long denied load finally erupted, Kelly's orgasm thundered through her. She continued humping Mike as she felt him start to shrink inside her.

"Honey, get the pin," Mike moaned after they regained their senses. Surprise crossed Kelly's face. What could he possibly be up to she wondered.. "Someday our kids will thank us for saving it for them." Kelly threw her arms around Mike, and was rewarded as another wave of pleasure coursed through her. "Kids," she echoed. "Did you just propose?" she wondered. She hoped so. No one else would ever satisfy her now that she was fitted for a 14 inch cock. Or was that 16 inches? It didn't matter. Mike mattered. Their being together was all that mattered. "I, I, I, guess so," Mike stuttered. He hadn't really thought to do that, but he never wanted to be without his goddess. "I'll do it up right and proper as soon as I can get a ring." Mike felt his staff firming up for another bout. It was the fastest he had ever recovered. 'Was that part of the magic?' he hoped. "Still feel like a pizza?" Mike asked. "I only feel like having one slice right now," Kelly answered. "How about we work up an appetite for an entire pie?"

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