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04-20-2016, 12:54 PM
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Shida #nofilter Fucking fucking ere'thing. I'm late, but you know what? Just you try and say a damn thing about it. I just had my vag stretched out but some little shit kid who treats me like a straw. I thought parents were just ... Supposed to care about their offspring but ... Fuck. I was finding this fairly difficult. I mean, I didn't hate her or anything, I just ... I don't know. Whatever bond there was supposed to be probably got broken during all of her flailing to exit my body. Or maybe she just drank it all with her unending thirst. Harrmmphhh. But ... Maybe the fact that I bore this all silently and patiently was evidence of the bond ... If nothing else, Princess loved the shit outta the kid, even though she screamed at his face almost every time he came near her. Anyway. Back to hobbling my flabby ass to this meeting. I shoot a glare towards Megeara, who is getting fairly fat herself. I snort. This better be fucking good, I think angrily, knowing that I'll probably blow a gasket if I was forced to walk all this way for just some herd kumbya and handholding. But Shida, isn't the exercise good for you? Don't you want to lose the baby weight? Fuck that. I want to lay around all day and be drunk, that's what I want. But something tells me drinking and smoking probably isn't good for the kid so long as I'm her juice box. So instead I have to endure life sober (I don't know how you did it, Da), and it's bullshit. Oh look. My happy family. Briefly I hear Regginald say something about wanting to be a warrior, and I feel my stretched and bruised lady-parts suddenly throbbing pleasantly. Well. Sort of pleasantly and sort of not, because I'm immediately reminded of what a fat fuck I currently am, and how unpleasant I imagine I would feel beneath him. All stretched and saggy in the wrong places. Oh, and exhausted. Don't forget that. "You know, they say not to mix business with pleasure." She quips as she moves to his tall dark side (that muscular ... Dark ... Hard flesh ... That smell .. ;laksdjf;laksjdfl;kajsdf;lkjasdgjbalskdjflaksdjf [insert Shida's mind devolving into a multiplicity of sexual fantasies]. My gaze refocuses softly as a grin parts my pink muzzle. "Hey kid." I continue, peering around Reginald's chest (so strong .. So handsome... fuck! Stop!) at our daughter (our. Daughter. So weird) [Worst. Mom. Ever] |
