>>865522Confused, frightened, and reeling, I replied "They're not just boxes, mom! They're...they're..." I paused and looked back at my work. Staring at its beautiful frame when suddenly I realized something. It had been only about an hour previous, and I was nearly done building her, having just finished applying some marker to the top of the head to simulate hair. I had been so impressed by my work that I had decided to reach down and draw "WOW" near the crotch so that I could later share in past-me's disbelief at just how good a job I had done. Remembering this, my eyes widened, and I slowly looked down, past the smiley face I had drawn on; past the cornucopia of shirts; and down onto the area that my penis, more erect than I'd ever seen it, was repeatedly smashing into. I gazed onto the word: "MOM" and my brain was sent into spasms. I looked back at her, the horror on her face matching the horror on mine, and yelled "...they're you!" directly before cumming harder than I ever have before.
