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You are stumbling around in your attic on one cold, wet miserable night. It is dim in the attic, and water is leaking in from cracks in the roof of your old, run down home. As you reach over the side of the flooring, over the insulation, you attempt to grab a box of Christmas decorations, however, you slip on the wet wooden paneled floor of your attic, and fall into the insulation. You tumble around helplessly for a bit, trying to pull yourself back up and out of the fiberglass, until you feel what can only be described as the ground being pulled out from under you. With a loud thud, you fall what feels like at least ten feet from where you were, to a new, weird pink corridor. This corridor was somewhere you had never been before, you were a bit stunned at your surroundings, the walls looked wet, and resembled membranes, it looked as if they were pulsating. At the end of the corridor was a small, 4x4 door, with a tiny golden handle, bright white light gleaming out from all sides of it. Feeling hypnotized by this strange situation, you slowly walk closer to the door, as you do, you begin to faintly make out two voices, one distinctly low, booming, and almost comically masculine, and the other the total opposite, almost satirically feminine, with an intensely exaggerated valley girl twang to her voice “Oh my gawd babe-uhhh! No wayyy!!! I’ve been asking for this forever-uhhhh!!!” You’re able to decipher what one of the voices say as you walk closer to the door. “Ay Shawty you know I gotta treat yo’ ass sometimes….” The low, booming masculine voice responded to the exaggeratedly feminine one. Your eyes squinted with disbelief as you got closer and closer to the door, the walls feeling like they were shrinking, getting tighter and tighter on you by the second, you could feel the rhythmic, fleshy pulsating of the wet pink walls thump against your skin, even if you wanted to turn back now, you couldn’t, the door swung open, and the floor begun to slurp you in, closer and closer to the blinding white light towards the end of the mystical, fleshy hallway. Any attempt that you made towards grabbing out at the slimy, pink walls was completely futile, you were being sucked in faster and faster towards the door, you heard the woman’s voice begin to speak again. “Ohmigawd babe… hang on, like…. I feel totally weird….” As soon as she finished her sentence, you were finally flung into the overwhelmingly bright light of the door, you felt like you were thrust onto a rollercoaster, twists and turns reaching impossible speeds, all while being blinded by an impossible light. Your mind became flooded with memories, voices, and desires. You couldn’t stop thinking about Gucci bags, Cocaine, Lip filler, and… cock??? Just as things reached their most extreme, you would lose consciousness entirely. Suddenly, you’d be awoken by the touch of a massive hand gripping your shoulder… “Tess? Tessa? You good gurl???” In front of you stood a towering, behemoth of a man, 6’6 at least, he looked to be no less than 270 pounds. He was absolutely gigantic. His skin was dark chocolate and covered in tattoos, and his face adorned with a massive bushy beard. “Aye I’m not finna ask you again ho, is you good???” As you looked around your new surroundings, the first thing you would notice was the impeccable cleanliness of wherever it was you were, everything was white, there were paintings hung up on the wall that looked like they were worth thousands of dollars. As you looked to your left, you would see a screen door and a balcony, outside of it, the clear, white sands of Miami Beach. Around the penthouse itself were a few distinct belongings as well. Number one was the massive brick of cocaine on the living room table, right next to a comically small two piece lime green micro bikini, encrusted with diamond dollar signs on the top, and the name ‘Tessa Cox’ across the rear of the bottom. As well as this, you could see into the bedroom where a tri-pod was set up in front of the bed, on top of the bed, a massive black dildo and right next to it a pink ski mask, with the initials ‘T.C.’ encrusted in gold across the forehead, as well as the ski mask, there was another micro bikini, this one however was leather, and encrusted with gold dollar signs across the breasts. As you shook your head a bit, your vision would be caught by the two gargantuan mounds that now found themselves attached to your chest, they were fucking huge, unlike anything you had ever seen before, as you reached up to touch them, you could feel the dangle of the whorish, oversized golden earrings on your shoulders. Your heart began racing, you stood up and frantically looked around for a mirror, when you did, you were stunned by what you saw, a total parody of femininity, plum, perma-pouted bee stung lips, bleach blonde French braided hair, thick, fake, exaggerated lashes, perfect bronze skin, snatched waist, phat ass. You looked like a walking wet dream. “Tess?!? Da fuck is you doing bitch???” The man would ask, beckoning you attention towards him once more.