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  1. The first thing Dipper noticed was Wendy’s beautiful, fiery hair that flowed down to her bare shoulders. Immediately after he noticed her giant, throbbing cock.
  2. He took a few steps back; he wasn’t sure what he expected when Wendy called him over to her house in the middle of the night, but it wasn’t this. He tried to think of something to say, but he was too overwhelmed. Wendy’s smile was usually comforting, especially when Dipper was feeling overly nervous, a trait she always found endearing and adorable (although Dipper resented the term).
  3. Of course Wendy knew this was going to come as a surprise to Dipper. Especially after turning him down a few weeks back. But soon after letting him go she started to notice… some of his features. The bulge in his shorts every time he spotted Wendy, the way he would try to ignore it, only to leave and come back 10 minutes later, looking satisfied.
  4. “Wendy, I-” Dipper desperately tried to find the right words, but every time he looked back and Wendy, he found himself even more nervous, confused, and against his dismay: aroused. It wasn’t the first time he found himself attracted to… less than average features on girls. His bizarre findings on the internet confirmed that he wasn’t alone, although it did make him rather uncomfortable.
  5. The strangest part to Dipper was not the sly grin on Wendy, nor her gigantic, engorged cock. It was the fact that she seemed to only be looking down, right at Dipper’s shoes.
  6. Dipper started to notice that she didn’t seem to take her eyes of them, and looking down he didn’t see anything peculiar about his footwear: they were the same ones he wore all summer. In fact, it was rare to see him without them on. Sometimes he would walk around the Shack in his socks, but never in his bare feet. He hated being without socks: the coldness on his feet, even during the summer, his fear of splinters, especially on the creaky old floors of the Mystery Shack. And of course, the less than attractive odour his feet gave off when they were outside his socks.
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