While Missy took pride in the fact that she wasn't like other renamon - mouth breathing guttersluts, what she failed to account for was that her own kryptonite was simply something she'd yet to encounter, yet as she saw that soft, doughy jackal, tempted into that gut with more than a few puffs of godsawful rancid jackal girl gas, she belonged to Nephthys_Fadel before she even knew it, and much of that pudgy body was spent turning Neph's normally voluptuous figure into something more utterly decadent, and without even the dice on her side, there was no second chance for the massive renamon. All she is now is a massive mountain of dog girl shit and a mass of wobbling tummy and thighs. Neph's poor tailor ... (PERMA, 11/18/24)
When she's not at the gym, she's out grabbing some mobile food in marathon events. People have a bad habit of giving up on the track . . .
Gender: Female
Species: Renamon
Alias: Missy
Age: 23
Height: 6' 5"
Occupation: Marathon runner
Author's note: Master Prefs can be found on Kymair. Deviations found here override those to keep the character focused.
A Kymair resident~