Let's Introduce the Protagonist!

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Sitting on a bed with her back against the wall, Amanda Vett was aimlessly gazing into the pale ceiling above.

The twenty-one-year-old's short legs were stretched out in front of her in a V-shape, the maroon long-sleeved top on her scrawny torso hung loosely around her, the pair of light-gray sweatpants on her narrow lower half was baggy and comfortable, her messy blonde hair had been freshly washed, her round face was expressionless and doll-like, her big green eyes were unfocused and drifting, and her mind was deep in thought.

Then, without warning, Mandy's face lit up with smiley eagerness as her hand sprung up and fingers snapped.

After that, she picked up her phone and dialed the number to Uncle Eddy's Creep Cave, which was swiftly answered by her best friend.

"Thank you for calling Edward's Laboratory, where your fetish is our science project! May I ask who's calling?"

Mandy cleared her throat and put on the best/worst English accent she could muster.

"Oh, yes ma'am. This is the Queen of England, and my cunt itches. Would you nice folks happen to sell an extendable cunt scratcher? You see, my old hands are too busy stroking the two biggest black cocks in England to do it myself, so I need something long enough so that these tall gentlemen can use it to reach down and scratch my cunt."

"Hello, your Majesty." Zoey sighed, no longer putting on her charismatic 'customer service' voice. "How long did it take you to come up with that one?"

"Five minutes, give or take." Mandy chuckled. "My mom's got dinner ready, so come up and get some grub if you guys are hungry."

*click*

Mandy dropped her phone and sighed with self-gratification.

Another brilliant call, if she did say so herself.

With a growling stomach and a freshly shaved crotch, Mandy hopped up off of her bed and walked out of her room.

The former was more of a motivator than the latter, but she always felt fresh and clean after shaving her bush, so the Narrator figured that it was worth mentioning.

Mandy briefly reflected on the last moth as she made her way towards and down the steps of her home.

She began going to the local university at the start of the month. Because of that, she took the opportunity to begin dating one of her old friends from middle-school, a guy named Danny that was sweet and clever and not too bad on the eyes. Last week, she found out that he was already cheating on her with some slut named Stacy. The day after that, she found out that said slut had tits that were at least five cup-sizes larger than her own, and even though Mandy was as flat as a board...

The curveless blonde forgot where her inner-monologue was going with that, once again mildly depressed by the fact that she could never romantically compete with anyone that had any actual sex-appeal.

Oh well, she thought.

At least her mom had been making her favorite foods for dinner for the past few nights since having learned why Mandy was acting so glum.

And Zoey, who was the greatest (only) friend in the world to her, always helped Mandy take her mind off of things when the two hung out and chatted about whatever else in the world there was to chat about.

Of course, having two big bouncy gozonga's stuffed into a skimpy bikini would make any conversation more entertaining, even passively.

After taking the final step down the Vett household's stairs and entering the living room, Mandy sneered at her flat chest and the severe lack of momentous jiggling from underneath her loose top.

At this point, Danny could go fuck himself. Most of Mandy's recent mental distress came solely from the fact that she looked more like a pretty-faced twink than a real woman. Someone who could turn heads when they walked anywhere in public; someone who could seduce any man or woman just by wearing skimpy clothes and making the right moves with their curvy forms; someone who had a body that people would lust after, one that people would envy, one that could topple empires themselves if used correctly.

Someone with the thing that all of human desire was founded upon.

Boobs.

Big, soft, bouncy, jiggly, heavy, round, luscious, heavenly, boo-

"What are you doing?" Asked a voice from above.

Mandy looked up, her bitter expression unchanged as her eyes met with her eighteen-year-old brother's.

Dennis tilted his head to the side, his handsome face quickly mirroring his sister's.

"Fuck off." Mandy grumbled, walking past him and towards the backdoor.

"Whatever." Dennis said with a roll of his eyes and a shrug as he marched off in the opposite direction towards the kitchen, his shirtless and athletic upper-body visible to anyone in the house.

She could only be so lucky to be blessed with such a hot younger brother, Mandy sarcastically thought to herself. One with a steely round butt for her to be able to look at, but was morally forbidden from touching. One that was an aspiring football-star with the beefy muscle definition of a man grown, but had enough brains to call his sister a creep for occasionally watching him work out in the backyard from her second-story window. One that was hung like a horse, but already had a girl or two on speed dial for him to run off and stuff it into.

What good was having such a sexy older brother if she couldn't handcuff him to either of their beds and ride him like the stallion he was?

It wasn't, Mandy knew.

Now standing in front of the glass backdoor, Mandy crossed her arms and managed a smile when her cute friend exited the steel-concrete bunker door of her Uncle's underground laboratory.

At least seeing her raven-haired childhood friend smiling again was something that made life worth living, Mandy thought.