Getting Spicy With The Onceler - A Tragedy

Chapter 1 : Part 1

The Oncler thought he was destined to be forever alone after what happened to him.

He never thought he could ever find somebody with a fatter bussy than the Lorax. He thought he could never fall in love again, destined to be forever-longing for one more lick of the Lorax's fat badussy.

That was until he saw you. 

You were a shining young man with an enormously fat ass. You had beautiful, thick hair that covered your enormous forehead perfectly, giving the illusion that you had a normally-sized forehead.   

You could be described as thick, and best of all, you had a mammoth of a badussy, stretching down to the floor as you walked. 

When the Onceler set his eyes on you, something sparked in his body. It was almost an animalistic feeling which lit him on fire. He needed that badussy.

He had thought that nobody could surpass the Lorax's badussy, but you had proved him wrong. Your badussy was at least 3 times the size of the Lorax's was. 

To say the Onceler was infatuated with you would be and understatement. 

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You were sitting in a bar, drinking your sorrows away.

 Lately, you had been feeling depressed. You had recently divorced your first love, Scott. But, you were questioning if you were even in love with him in the first place. You had fooled yourself into falling in love with the 70 year old, crusty man. He wasn't even attractive, but you were so desperate at the moment that you had agreed to the marriage, convincing yourself that you could love that dusty man. He didn't even have a fat badussy. 

So instead of developing healthy coping mechanisms, you had decided to buy a 3 liter bottle of vodka, spending the last of your money,  leaving you drunk and broke. 

So when you saw the lanky man dressed in a full green suit waltzing down the street, you nearly stopped in your tracks. 

He was beautiful. 

And he had a fat badussy.  

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It was love at first sight for the both of you. 

It felt like you were trapped in space and time, entranced by each others' badussys.

By the time the Onceler and you had made eye contact, you were both lunging at eachother, grasping onto each other's bodies. When your lips connected, it felt as if you were on fire. Fireworks exploded throughout your body, sending your already drunk body into a hazy abyss. 

The Onceler grasped your badussy, gasping when he felt the absolute girth that you withheld. He was infatuated with you. You were nothing like the Lorax. You were miles better in every single way possible. Your beauty entranced him, but he didn't care about that.

He cared about your badussy. 

As for you, you clutched his badussy, expecting it to be dry and crusty, like Scott's was. You were astonished to find that it wasn't cursty nor dusty, but plump and juicy. 

You connected his lips to yours, both of you still clinging to each other's badussys while aggressively making out. 

Bystanders walked passed the both of you, concerned and wondering how the both of you are still breathing by the amount of time your lips had been connected together.  But they walked quickly, giving the both of you privacy, despite being in a public place. Some of the citizens wished they were you, jealous of your absolute dumpy of a bussy.  

The Onceler seized your hand, pulling you into the nearest alleyway.  But no, he wasn't ready to do the devil's tango with you just yet. When the Onceler did finally decide to do the deed, he wanted to do it correctly, in a romantic place, like a moist swamp or the sidewalk of New York City. 

You both finished the night in each other's embrace, savoring the stench of the both of your bussys mixed with the odor of cat piss from the alleyway. 

It was the most romantic thing you have ever experienced. 

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