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Her dining hall is darker than an old, forgotten crypt—yet the chamber is clean, and a grand feast waits on the Queen’s table. This room is cold, and also quiet, like a mansion full of ghosts. However, dim candlelight flickers from a chandelier hanging by a chain. A strong tremor occurs—shaking the room—followed by a bigger, heavier quake. Dishes rattle and the fire place alights with purple flame. The sound of servants pushing open a mighty door echoes through the room. Another quake follows—someone big is approaching.

A woman that could knock Bowser around in his kart without effort.

At 16-inches tall, Red Robot looks up at the colossal butt of his new boss—a Shy Girl. “Gee Willikers…” He says. “You really do fit the queen title, Ma’am.” He adds, now shadowed by the gargantuan rear of Motor Girl–a hooded woman in a raceflag-styled tunic.

“I also like the spooky castle and everything.” The ant continues. “But why do they call you Motor Girl?”

The Shy Girl comes to a stop, which causes the twin boulders of fat crafting her ass to wobble.

“It is a name.” Motor Girl says—in a voice befitting death if it were female. “Trophy Queen is another.”

She then resumes her slow, somber walk.

Red can’t help but hug his torso and shiver. “Jeepers…C-Creepers…” The ant says. “I don’t wanna see her peepers.”

It was scary enough that this chick wore a white mask—a thing with two dark holes for eyes and a mouthhole—but Motor Girl just acted so…eerie. Even at the door behind him, Shy Girl servants are trembling in their boots. The Trophy Queen was as tall as the giant named Petey Piranha.

Motor Girl looks over her shoulder, revealing her Shy Mask—along with lime green hair that grazed her shoulders. “Come.” She says. “We will begin building a kart.”

Red keeps shivering, and the Shy Girl with a butt that could crush Bowser keeps staring.

Silence looms.

“Y-Yes, Ma’am.” The hero says.

Motor Girl turns around to face her kart driver, which causes tremors to rock the dining hall. Red gets a view of her gut—a wrecking ball of thick, doughy blubber, which could flatten any heavyweight. In her hand is a scepter with a stomach-shaped macehead at the top.

Red wonders if the other six rulers in the Underworld are as fat as Motor Girl.

“My Driver.” The woman replies, then pointing her stomach-scepter at him. “You have no preferences for food because you cannot consume it. The information I need for building your perfect kart lies in these preferences. In short, I read tongues and create a vehicle from what I learn.”

“Aww shoot, I’m sorry for making things difficult Ma’am.” Red says, followed by looking up and scratching the back of his head. “Does this mean I gotta fill out some papers and stuff?”

“No.” Motor Girl replies. “I knew from the moment I saw you in my crystal that I could not create your kart with my standard method. “ The Shy Girl then pauses—continuing to gaze at her driver. “But I would not forgo someone with such racing skills just because of a minor incompatibility.”

“So how are you going to build the kart?” Red asks. “Or will I just use someone else’s from last year?”

A long silence occurs.

Although her face remains the same, Red feels as if Motor Girl is glaring at him with deep anger.

“Redward, I will step upon you like an ant.” She says, now walking towards the hero of Maple Kingdom. “If you ever imply that again.”

Red hesitantly moves back as the quakes increase in strength. “Wait! What did I imply?”

Every step that Motor Girl takes causes her vast, continental rear, to jiggle and wobble like a gelatin mold. Her titanic hips also have a sway to them.

“The kart I create for my yearly representative is tailored to him and him alone.”

Motor Girl then slams the butt of her scepter staff on the floor, right beside Red. “Climb.” She commands. “Now.”

Red hurriedly mounts the golden rod and ascends the pole. Eventually he’s at a height just above the colossal breasts of his boss. He looks up at the masked woman with green hair.

“Your kart is a gift.” Motor Girl says. “It is what you keep instead of the Grand Prix trophy.” The chick then snatches Red and brings him close to her mask. The ant freaks out and starts screaming. “WHERE ARE YOUR EYES!???” However, the Trophy Queen is unphazed.

“The trophy is mine and mine alone.” Motor Girl says. “All of it belongs to me. Just like this room, just like this feast, and just like Glutton Kingdom. You will touch my prize for five seconds maximum after winning it.” She adds.

“Why the heck do you have holes there!??” Red asks. “How did your eyes get banned from FaceBox Live!??”

“Focus on my words.” Motor Girl says. “Every kart I build is as unique as the driver I pull from a dimension. Now are you clear?”

“Yes! Just get me away from your no-eyes!”

With Red still in her clutches, Motor Girl then lumbers over to her immense chair at the center of the dining table. After pulling it back some, she slams her vast rump upon the seat cushion—earning her body a heavy jiggle. “The five things you choose for me to eat from this table will provide the information I need to build your vehicle.” She says, then resting her scepter on the floor. Afterwards, the woman extends the hand that was clutching Red and hovers it over her gut.

Motor Girl releases her grasp and Red lands on her stomach, causing him to cartoonishly bounce off.
***
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Racing Tips: Motor Motor
- The super item of every guest character in Mario Kart 29 is Motor Motor, which is when a large Shy Girl mask orbits the kart. *This is not a ripoff of Uka Uka from Crash Team Racing.*
***

Red lands on the table with a thud, he then stands up and looks around at all the supersized entrees available. There was a sheer multitude of options—seafood, pasta, barbeque, gourmet, dessert, but the variety looked nearly endless. However, the hero squeaks after hearing a thunderous belly roar. This meant someone big, someone very big, wanted her stomach to be filled with food. Another greedy roar echoes, causing Red to turn around.

He looks up.

“Oh yeah…her.”

Due to his size, Red is staring up a moon of stomach flab—a rounded, pale gut, that belonged to the biggest Shy Girl in existence—known as Motor Girl, Trophy Queen, and The Queen of Gluttony. Yet luckily for Red, her gigantic belly blocked out the creepy mask.

Red turns around and rubs his chin in thought.

“I wonder if she can eat with the mask on?” Red asks.

“I can eat with my mask on,” says a female voice from above. Now choose the first five things I will consume at this feast.”
Red whips around. “BUT HOW?” He exclaims—staring up at the immense gut. “You gotta tell me, Ma’am. I know I can’t be the only one who wonders how you eat with a mask on?”

“Do you know Gourmet Guy from Paper Mario?” The voice asks.

“Ma’am, I just get invited here for Mario Parties and Strikers.” Red says, then scratching his head in confusion. “I don’t know much of anything about this franchise other than Peach can’t keep herself from getting kidnapped.”

“The mouth of a Shy Mask is no different than lips.”

“Oh ok, now I get it.” Red says, followed by turning around. The ant then rubs his chin again. “Hmm, now what do I feed a big scary mask girl.” Red then starts walking around in circles. “Hey Ma’am, what do you feel like eating?”

“You must choose these meals without any assistance from me.”

Red pauses, and then looks up at the ceiling. “Well Pandora has a big belly and she has a sweet tooth. Potluck has a big belly and she has sweet tooth. Alex has a big belly, Linnaea has big belly, Fasty and Kunai have big bellies. They all like sweets a lot.”

***
Red chooses:
- Cake, Milkshakes, Cookies, Candy, and Chocolate Pie.
***
A large group of Shy Girls wearing jetpacks are hovering in midair. Each one has a supersized entrée from the menu that the driver prepared. However, for the first time since Mario Kart 10, Motor Girl has a small smile on her mask. “Mmm~” The queen says. “So someone likes a very fast kart, small size, decent handling, excellent off-road, yet poor boosting.” She adds. However, Motor Girl starts smiling even more. “I’ll call this one Sugar Rush, and it’ll be a Formula One car with a candy cane paint job.” She says.

Motor Girl is now salivating from anticipation. She had huge belly, and that belly loved sweets.

And sweets fattened up a Shy Girl very fast.

“Now enough with the brainstorming, I want my dessert!”

The first Shy Girl rockets up with an enormous wedding cake. She stations herself close enough to Motor Girl so that the queen can plunge her fork into it. Motor scoops out a large chunk and brings it to her lips—seconds later the morsel is gone and she’s happily chewing. She then plunges her fork in again and scoops out another chunk of cake. “Excellent car, he’ll surely win!” Motor Girl says, mouth bulging with dessert. “It’ll be cute as a button too.” She then swallows and really digs into the first entrée—shoveling forkful after forkful of vanilla cake into her mouth. Her boulder-sized breasts start to expand, getting a little fatter, and a little fatter, and then a little fatter. The checkered flag tunic she wore gets much tighter around the bust. However, the breasts only get bigger. Soon they’re tearing the seams of the garment as Motor Girl gets halfway through the cake.

“I want to be served a Milkshake.” The queen says, turning her attention away from the wedding cake. However, the glutton goes back to the first dessert and crams more forkfuls into her mouth. “Oh I can’t leave something so tasty behind~”

A loud rip occurs as a pair of colossal breasts break through the fabric. Motor Girl is clad in a titanic red bra, and as she keeps eating the wedding cake, her breasts start overwhelming the garment.

“Now that was excellent.” Motor Girl says—followed by a sigh of relief.

The loud snap of a bra then echoes through the chamber.

“And I’ve even gotten bigger up north.”

The woman is then bombarded by Shy Girls holding out chocolate milkshakes.

Motor Girl grabs one and chugs it down, making that gut of hers a little flabbier. After a few more milkshakes, Motor Girl has new rolls of tubby back flab. Seven milkshakes later, her love handles have grown over half their original size. The new pork rolls jiggle as Motor Girl greedily drinks another milkshake. After finishing this one, the queen then snaps her fingers—causing her arms entombed in blubber to wobble and quiver. “Cookies and Candies!” She announces.

After that, a pair of Shy Girls are carrying two gigantic trays over to the kart builder. The one on the left has a tray piled high with cookies, and the one on the right has a mountain of unwrapped candy. Motor Girl goes for the cookies first—cramming one after the other into her mouth. “So damn good!” She says, chewing while that giant gut of hers gets fresh blubber on the middle. The belly fat piles on and on as Motor Girl stuffs more baked goods into her mouth. Soon her stomach is entombed with layers of flab, a pot belly the size of a chain chomp.

Shy Girls love sweets, but this is what happens when they eat them too fast. Motor Girl gorges very quickly until her belly is half-full.

“Wonderful Candy!” The Queen of Gluttony says, then wolfing down the chocolates and caramels on a plate in front of her. As she does this, her gargantuan rear begins to grow. The boulders of excess flooding her chair expand into wrecking balls of fat—causing a titanic jiggle across Motor Girl’s body. The legs of her chair buckle, groaning beneath the sheer weight of Motor Girl’s ass. Soon a crushing noise occurs as the queen’s rump overloads her dining seat. Motor Girl’s rump slams upon the ground and causes a mighty tremor. Her body wobbles like a waterbed.

“Chocolate Pie, please! Chocolate pie!”
***
So…eventually.
***
It’s a warm, breezy day, and the sun is shining upon the coastal town known as Isle Delfino. Various creatures are seated in the viewer stands—Pianta islanders and shelled Nokis primarily. However, today marks the first day of the 29th annual Mario Kart Grand Prix. Right now, Mario, Luigi, Peach, Toad, Yoshi, Bowser, Wario, and Red are lined up in their karts at the starting places.

Red is inside Sugar Rush and the kart is a Formula One car with a candy cane paint job—just as Motor Girl had planned it to be.

“Hey boss, can I ask you a question?” Red asks—looking into his Nintendo Dual Scream.

On the top screen is Motor Girl, who’s clothed in a checkered-flag tunic that’s more than double the size of her old one. The woman is seated in a vast throne to contain her immense rump and planet-like belly.

“Yes, sweet one.” She responds—still in a good mood from all the dessert yesterday.

“Why do you build karts but don’t compete in races yourself?”

Motor Girl gives an embarrassed smile, and her mask blushes a little red.

“I’m very bad at driving, but unmatched at building race karts.” She says. “That’s why each year I seek out someone with fantastic driving skills to pilot one of my vehicles.”

Red then nods, followed by a determined smile afterwards. “Now everything makes sense to me.” He says. “Well don’t worry, Motor Girl. I’m gonna win you that Grand Prix Trophy no matter what!”

“I look forward to receiving my 16th Trophy Cup, love.”

“And I look forward to handing it to you, Boss.”

Afterwards, Red closes the Nintendo Dual Scream and places it beneath the chair of his vehicle. However, as he grips the steering wheel of his kart, the hero of Maple Kingdom realizes something. Yet again, he had unwittingly caused a woman to have feelings for him.

“SHE SAID LOVE!???”

Description

Her dining hall is darker than an old, forgotten crypt—yet the chamber is clean, and a grand feast waits on the Queen’s table. This room is cold, and also quiet, like a mansion full of ghosts. However, dim candlelight flickers from a chandelier hanging by a chain. A strong tremor occurs—shaking the room—followed by a bigger, heavier quake. Dishes rattle and the fire place alights with purple flame. The sound of servants pushing open a mighty door echoes through the room. Another quake follows—someone big is approaching.

A woman that could knock Bowser around in his kart without effort.

At 16-inches tall, Red Robot looks up at the colossal butt of his new boss—a Shy Girl. “Gee Willikers…” He says. “You really do fit the queen title, Ma’am.” He adds, now shadowed by the gargantuan rear of Motor Girl–a hooded woman in a raceflag-styled tunic.

“I also like the spooky castle and everything.” The ant continues. “But why do they call you Motor Girl?”

The Shy Girl comes to a stop, which causes the twin boulders of fat crafting her ass to wobble.

“It is a name.” Motor Girl says—in a voice befitting death if it were female. “Trophy Queen is another.”

She then resumes her slow, somber walk.

Red can’t help but hug his torso and shiver. “Jeepers…C-Creepers…” The ant says. “I don’t wanna see her peepers.”

It was scary enough that this chick wore a white mask—a thing with two dark holes for eyes and a mouthhole—but Motor Girl just acted so…eerie. Even at the door behind him, Shy Girl servants are trembling in their boots. The Trophy Queen was as tall as the giant named Petey Piranha.

Motor Girl looks over her shoulder, revealing her Shy Mask—along with lime green hair that grazed her shoulders. “Come.” She says. “We will begin building a kart.”

Red keeps shivering, and the Shy Girl with a butt that could crush Bowser keeps staring.

Silence looms.

“Y-Yes, Ma’am.” The hero says.

Motor Girl turns around to face her kart driver, which causes tremors to rock the dining hall. Red gets a view of her gut—a wrecking ball of thick, doughy blubber, which could flatten any heavyweight. In her hand is a scepter with a stomach-shaped macehead at the top.

Red wonders if the other six rulers in the Underworld are as fat as Motor Girl.

“My Driver.” The woman replies, then pointing her stomach-scepter at him. “You have no preferences for food because you cannot consume it. The information I need for building your perfect kart lies in these preferences. In short, I read tongues and create a vehicle from what I learn.”

“Aww shoot, I’m sorry for making things difficult Ma’am.” Red says, followed by looking up and scratching the back of his head. “Does this mean I gotta fill out some papers and stuff?”

“No.” Motor Girl replies. “I knew from the moment I saw you in my crystal that I could not create your kart with my standard method. “ The Shy Girl then pauses—continuing to gaze at her driver. “But I would not forgo someone with such racing skills just because of a minor incompatibility.”

“So how are you going to build the kart?” Red asks. “Or will I just use someone else’s from last year?”

A long silence occurs.

Although her face remains the same, Red feels as if Motor Girl is glaring at him with deep anger.

“Redward, I will step upon you like an ant.” She says, now walking towards the hero of Maple Kingdom. “If you ever imply that again.”

Red hesitantly moves back as the quakes increase in strength. “Wait! What did I imply?”

Every step that Motor Girl takes causes her vast, continental rear, to jiggle and wobble like a gelatin mold. Her titanic hips also have a sway to them.

“The kart I create for my yearly representative is tailored to him and him alone.”

Motor Girl then slams the butt of her scepter staff on the floor, right beside Red. “Climb.” She commands. “Now.”

Red hurriedly mounts the golden rod and ascends the pole. Eventually he’s at a height just above the colossal breasts of his boss. He looks up at the masked woman with green hair.

“Your kart is a gift.” Motor Girl says. “It is what you keep instead of the Grand Prix trophy.” The chick then snatches Red and brings him close to her mask. The ant freaks out and starts screaming. “WHERE ARE YOUR EYES!???” However, the Trophy Queen is unphazed.

“The trophy is mine and mine alone.” Motor Girl says. “All of it belongs to me. Just like this room, just like this feast, and just like Glutton Kingdom. You will touch my prize for five seconds maximum after winning it.” She adds.

“Why the heck do you have holes there!??” Red asks. “How did your eyes get banned from FaceBox Live!??”

“Focus on my words.” Motor Girl says. “Every kart I build is as unique as the driver I pull from a dimension. Now are you clear?”

“Yes! Just get me away from your no-eyes!”

With Red still in her clutches, Motor Girl then lumbers over to her immense chair at the center of the dining table. After pulling it back some, she slams her vast rump upon the seat cushion—earning her body a heavy jiggle. “The five things you choose for me to eat from this table will provide the information I need to build your vehicle.” She says, then resting her scepter on the floor. Afterwards, the woman extends the hand that was clutching Red and hovers it over her gut.

Motor Girl releases her grasp and Red lands on her stomach, causing him to cartoonishly bounce off.
***
Loading…
Racing Tips: Motor Motor
- The super item of every guest character in Mario Kart 29 is Motor Motor, which is when a large Shy Girl mask orbits the kart. *This is not a ripoff of Uka Uka from Crash Team Racing.*
***

Red lands on the table with a thud, he then stands up and looks around at all the supersized entrees available. There was a sheer multitude of options—seafood, pasta, barbeque, gourmet, dessert, but the variety looked nearly endless. However, the hero squeaks after hearing a thunderous belly roar. This meant someone big, someone very big, wanted her stomach to be filled with food. Another greedy roar echoes, causing Red to turn around.

He looks up.

“Oh yeah…her.”

Due to his size, Red is staring up a moon of stomach flab—a rounded, pale gut, that belonged to the biggest Shy Girl in existence—known as Motor Girl, Trophy Queen, and The Queen of Gluttony. Yet luckily for Red, her gigantic belly blocked out the creepy mask.

Red turns around and rubs his chin in thought.

“I wonder if she can eat with the mask on?” Red asks.

“I can eat with my mask on,” says a female voice from above. Now choose the first five things I will consume at this feast.”
Red whips around. “BUT HOW?” He exclaims—staring up at the immense gut. “You gotta tell me, Ma’am. I know I can’t be the only one who wonders how you eat with a mask on?”

“Do you know Gourmet Guy from Paper Mario?” The voice asks.

“Ma’am, I just get invited here for Mario Parties and Strikers.” Red says, then scratching his head in confusion. “I don’t know much of anything about this franchise other than Peach can’t keep herself from getting kidnapped.”

“The mouth of a Shy Mask is no different than lips.”

“Oh ok, now I get it.” Red says, followed by turning around. The ant then rubs his chin again. “Hmm, now what do I feed a big scary mask girl.” Red then starts walking around in circles. “Hey Ma’am, what do you feel like eating?”

“You must choose these meals without any assistance from me.”

Red pauses, and then looks up at the ceiling. “Well Pandora has a big belly and she has a sweet tooth. Potluck has a big belly and she has sweet tooth. Alex has a big belly, Linnaea has big belly, Fasty and Kunai have big bellies. They all like sweets a lot.”

***
Red chooses:
- Cake, Milkshakes, Cookies, Candy, and Chocolate Pie.
***
A large group of Shy Girls wearing jetpacks are hovering in midair. Each one has a supersized entrée from the menu that the driver prepared. However, for the first time since Mario Kart 10, Motor Girl has a small smile on her mask. “Mmm~” The queen says. “So someone likes a very fast kart, small size, decent handling, excellent off-road, yet poor boosting.” She adds. However, Motor Girl starts smiling even more. “I’ll call this one Sugar Rush, and it’ll be a Formula One car with a candy cane paint job.” She says.

Motor Girl is now salivating from anticipation. She had huge belly, and that belly loved sweets.

And sweets fattened up a Shy Girl very fast.

“Now enough with the brainstorming, I want my dessert!”

The first Shy Girl rockets up with an enormous wedding cake. She stations herself close enough to Motor Girl so that the queen can plunge her fork into it. Motor scoops out a large chunk and brings it to her lips—seconds later the morsel is gone and she’s happily chewing. She then plunges her fork in again and scoops out another chunk of cake. “Excellent car, he’ll surely win!” Motor Girl says, mouth bulging with dessert. “It’ll be cute as a button too.” She then swallows and really digs into the first entrée—shoveling forkful after forkful of vanilla cake into her mouth. Her boulder-sized breasts start to expand, getting a little fatter, and a little fatter, and then a little fatter. The checkered flag tunic she wore gets much tighter around the bust. However, the breasts only get bigger. Soon they’re tearing the seams of the garment as Motor Girl gets halfway through the cake.

“I want to be served a Milkshake.” The queen says, turning her attention away from the wedding cake. However, the glutton goes back to the first dessert and crams more forkfuls into her mouth. “Oh I can’t leave something so tasty behind~”

A loud rip occurs as a pair of colossal breasts break through the fabric. Motor Girl is clad in a titanic red bra, and as she keeps eating the wedding cake, her breasts start overwhelming the garment.

“Now that was excellent.” Motor Girl says—followed by a sigh of relief.

The loud snap of a bra then echoes through the chamber.

“And I’ve even gotten bigger up north.”

The woman is then bombarded by Shy Girls holding out chocolate milkshakes.

Motor Girl grabs one and chugs it down, making that gut of hers a little flabbier. After a few more milkshakes, Motor Girl has new rolls of tubby back flab. Seven milkshakes later, her love handles have grown over half their original size. The new pork rolls jiggle as Motor Girl greedily drinks another milkshake. After finishing this one, the queen then snaps her fingers—causing her arms entombed in blubber to wobble and quiver. “Cookies and Candies!” She announces.

After that, a pair of Shy Girls are carrying two gigantic trays over to the kart builder. The one on the left has a tray piled high with cookies, and the one on the right has a mountain of unwrapped candy. Motor Girl goes for the cookies first—cramming one after the other into her mouth. “So damn good!” She says, chewing while that giant gut of hers gets fresh blubber on the middle. The belly fat piles on and on as Motor Girl stuffs more baked goods into her mouth. Soon her stomach is entombed with layers of flab, a pot belly the size of a chain chomp.

Shy Girls love sweets, but this is what happens when they eat them too fast. Motor Girl gorges very quickly until her belly is half-full.

“Wonderful Candy!” The Queen of Gluttony says, then wolfing down the chocolates and caramels on a plate in front of her. As she does this, her gargantuan rear begins to grow. The boulders of excess flooding her chair expand into wrecking balls of fat—causing a titanic jiggle across Motor Girl’s body. The legs of her chair buckle, groaning beneath the sheer weight of Motor Girl’s ass. Soon a crushing noise occurs as the queen’s rump overloads her dining seat. Motor Girl’s rump slams upon the ground and causes a mighty tremor. Her body wobbles like a waterbed.

“Chocolate Pie, please! Chocolate pie!”
***
So…eventually.
***
It’s a warm, breezy day, and the sun is shining upon the coastal town known as Isle Delfino. Various creatures are seated in the viewer stands—Pianta islanders and shelled Nokis primarily. However, today marks the first day of the 29th annual Mario Kart Grand Prix. Right now, Mario, Luigi, Peach, Toad, Yoshi, Bowser, Wario, and Red are lined up in their karts at the starting places.

Red is inside Sugar Rush and the kart is a Formula One car with a candy cane paint job—just as Motor Girl had planned it to be.

“Hey boss, can I ask you a question?” Red asks—looking into his Nintendo Dual Scream.

On the top screen is Motor Girl, who’s clothed in a checkered-flag tunic that’s more than double the size of her old one. The woman is seated in a vast throne to contain her immense rump and planet-like belly.

“Yes, sweet one.” She responds—still in a good mood from all the dessert yesterday.

“Why do you build karts but don’t compete in races yourself?”

Motor Girl gives an embarrassed smile, and her mask blushes a little red.

“I’m very bad at driving, but unmatched at building race karts.” She says. “That’s why each year I seek out someone with fantastic driving skills to pilot one of my vehicles.”

Red then nods, followed by a determined smile afterwards. “Now everything makes sense to me.” He says. “Well don’t worry, Motor Girl. I’m gonna win you that Grand Prix Trophy no matter what!”

“I look forward to receiving my 16th Trophy Cup, love.”

“And I look forward to handing it to you, Boss.”

Afterwards, Red closes the Nintendo Dual Scream and places it beneath the chair of his vehicle. However, as he grips the steering wheel of his kart, the hero of Maple Kingdom realizes something. Yet again, he had unwittingly caused a woman to have feelings for him.

“SHE SAID LOVE!???”