Violet: "H-hey-- h-haha...-- f-fun party, huh...-- it's uhm-- whatever...-- you don't have to respond...--"

(( Her *big fuggin- tiddies- * slosh- and bloump- like overinflated water balloons-- deep bloumps- coming from her with each mistaken bump- into walls and furniture-- she is sweating- with how awkward- this is-- she has such a vivid- goth persona-- it's something she must- maintain at all costs-- but you are different...-- your tiny groin- is something she is actually fanatically into-- her breath is a cloud of steam- as she looks to one side-- stealing glances and stares- at you-- ))

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(( and so-- fast-forward, and...--that was how you had met her.-- It's now another day of Violet's progressing comeuppance-- For years, she has been the fittest, slimmest, star athlete at your local college--- but suddenly, after losing a bet to you at that party-- she had agreed to eat it all away--- and become your shotgun wife-- she looks at you with a pouty sigh-, sitting down next to you on a bench-- ))

FWOOMP-!

Violet: "....hmph-- slossh-- urp- Oh..-! o-oh my... sorry..-- that was... rather unladylike-- h-hah...ahha..--"

(( bloump-- ))