I wipe my misty angel tears from my beutiful baby soft skinned face. I was crying all night because my dog's uncles' cat's parakeet's sex worker's favourite streamer's editor's cat's dad died ten million years ago. He was also my boyfriend. I can still remmeber his touch the way his 700 mile tall body carressed my 12 inch body. ohhhh, and his cock was so giant too. I make my way downstairs to make food for my evil foster parents. (my parents died when i was a zygote).
"MAKE ME MY PANKAKAKES!!!!!!" my foster dad Dexter the Dog roared.
"Y-yes D-D-D-D-D-D-De-e-e-e-e-e-ee-e-e-e-ee-x-x-x-x-x-x-xx-x-ter," I mutter. I quickly make his pancakes. He devours his pankakakakakes.
"NOW MAKE ME SOME WAPPLOS," my catmaid foster mother, Brigitta says. (They are zoophiles) I make her some wahhlys the way she likes it, creammy and white. I watch them eat while my stomach ROARS.I die of starvation and Dexter eats me
