"“Yeah, that’ll be a no,” Donut said. She shot a magic missile at the woman, who staggered as it exploded against her chest. The tattered remains of the woman's filthy t-shirt burned away, revealing pendulous, stretch-marked breasts that fell over a sagging, equally marred stomach. Her health barely nudged."
sometimes when i'm bored i wonder in what weird waya male writer would describe my boobs
— Jul 29, 2026 12:50PM
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