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Name: Lacey
Age: 21
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 184 lbs
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Body Shape: Pear Shaped, almost slight hourglass.
Occupation: Server/Waitress at Bottoms Up! Bar and Grill.
Hobbies: Drinking, usually after work. Buying clothes (mostly leggings). Gossip.
Family: Emily (Server_Emmy, cousin), Alyssa (AlexxAnarchy, cousin)
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Some girls were just born to drown in thick, hot seed~
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Every story has a beginning - a prologue. Even mundane stories where the main character doesn't ever get anywhere and ends up exactly
where they started. Oftimes these stories delve into parellel universes and intricate timelines where our daring protagonist has to dance
around carefully not to ruin the balance of nature.
There's alway a first, even if being the first doesn't actually amount to anything. Even if it's only by a split second.
In all the many, many universes where the haughty, bottom-heavy, slut of a waitress known as Lacey exists, the original hardly stands out.
If you were to line all the hundreds of hapless Lacey's into a long row, you wouldn't be able to tell the difference - save, perhaps, the
fact that her nametag alone would not say the color of her hair - for this one, for whatever reason, never received the nickname.
The original Lacey is still rude, selfish, racist, haughty, slutty, and downright stupid, but one fact separates this universe's variant from
all her many counterparts that would follow. One white, sticky detail that, compared to all her other more fortunate incarnations, pegs this
curvy slut squarely at the Bottom of the list...
Her Fate.
While in all the other universes, the girl with the scarlet hair might clumsily strut her way towards a happy, not-gurgling end, the original
has no such hope:
She's marked.
Somewhere in the wide world, Lacey's fate is hunting her. Yearning for her. The oblivious redhead has no idea just what sort of sloshing,
churning end the amber-eyed Reaper has in store for her, but one thing is certain:
Lacey will be caught.
Lacey will be churned.
Lacey will be another, sloshing pile of cum~.
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"You are nothing but cum for me, whether you like it or not. A thick splat waiting to happen...and you don't have to wait long at all~"
-Miss_Natalya
As soon as the Pantheress had laid her eyes on that huge, supple ass, the well-endowed pred knew that she was going to churn
the bottom-heavy slut into thick, hot seed.
Lacey tried desperately to avoid her fate; slipping out of the panther's grasp one time,
pleading her way out another,
and generally just getting lucky when the feline was around to taunt and tease her about her fate as a future cumstain.
She couldn't run forever, though,
and fat-assed girls can't run fast at all.
Natalya found her,
pinned her,
tormented her.
The Pantheress savoured the shapely slut as she forced the waitress down into a chair,
before grinding and mashing Lacey's face against her sloshing, gurgling balls. After getting the server worked up and sobbing, the superior
predator would introduce Lacey to her throbbing, pulsating end, slurping the flailing pawg down until she was nothing but
a pear shaped bulge distending those wobbling nuts. It wouldn't be long before the teasing pred finally churned the begging morsel
down into thick, white, seed and released her all over the walls of the alley-way behind BottomsUp! Just as she had promised
from the very beginning.
Say Goodnight, Little Lacey~