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Chapter 2 by Enfma Enfma

Whose story will we follow?

Shannon Kelley (39, F)

The clock was ticking.

Every month, every day, every hour, minute and second. Time marched on, waiting for no one. Especially not Shannon, the very definition of a "Wine Aunt", who would soon be turning 40.

The big Four-Oh.

The point of no return for a single woman.

Shannon's anxieties peaked, her only solace was within the bottle. And so she drank. One bottle after another, just to get through the day. And after day after day of showing up to work drunk. Shannon quickly found even more time to drink, and even more reason to drink. Without a wage, Shannon sold what she could. First her Car, followed by her House, but like her oh-so favored bottle, her funds were yet again emptied out. All Shannon had left were the clothes off her back. And so she rid herself of even those, all for but one more glass.

*CRRRREEEEEEAAAAAK*

"Urp... nnh... Good. Th-they're... They're alluhsleep..."

Shannon was lucky to have a twin sister with her life together, a family, a job and more importantly a home. As of tonight Shannon officially had absolutely nothing left to her name, having just traded her very last shirt for a shot of cheap whiskey she downed in under a second. Shannon's night was capped off drunkenly dodging Patrol cars in the nude, taking small comfort in the feeling of her only comfort sloshing around in her bulbous belly, too wasted to even wince from the gravel poking her soles. By 4:38 am she was "home" Her sister Rose's home. God bless family and the lengths they'll go to support their own.

The Voluptuous Vinovore collapsed onto the living room sofa, her legs spread wide with one foot over the head of the couch and the other to the floor, Her gaping Vagina would be the first sight to anyone entering through the front door. Shannon soothed herself by massaging her immense bosom, rubbing her tummy, and scratching her stubbly pubic hair, all before drifting off to dream of better times, younger times.

"MOM! Aunt Shannon came home Naked again! and she's PISSING ALL OVER THE COUCH!"

Morning already?

"Urggh... Susie.... Keep... Keep it down... My head..."

"OH MY GOD YOU'RE STILL PEEING!"

"Nnnnnh."

Without an ounce of respect, The hung-over hoe lied there idly watching the jet of urine spraying from her cunt, ruining both the upholstery and carpet, as her far more responsible sister came barreling down the stairs.

"Dammit Shan! I told you you're not allowed to sleep over unless you're decent! AND STOP PISSING YOURSELF!"

"H-Hold on Rose... I'm... I'm almost done... I think."

*drip* *drip* *drip*

"That's it..."

*splash* *drip* *drip*

"No wait... That's it."

"I don't even know what to say to you Shan."

"How... How about, "Would you like some Breakfast?"

Also luckily for Shannon, Rose was a huge pushover.

Rose sat bewildered, sipping her morning coffee as she watched her hung-over and completely naked twin stuffing herself full of Cheerios.

"What about Danny?"

"We... don't see each other anymore."

"Ricky?"

"Died. Overdose."

"Not Johnny?"

"He joined that cult, remember? And yeah he took my bags too."

"So you really have... Nothing left."

"Only you sis. Hope you don't mind my fat ass crashing here."

"Just as long as you don't piss yourself again."

"I can't promise that. I'll sleep in the tub."

"I wish i could lend you something to wear. but i don't think anything would fit..."

"Just say it sis. I know i'm fat. It's funny, you're the one with three kids and yet i'm the one with the massive rack. Besides i don't even mind being naked all the time, feels good to let my girls breathe."

"Well i don't want my kids looking at their Aunt making a whore of herself."

*snap*

"That's it!"

"What's it?"

"I don't know why i didn't think of it sooner. I've sold every single thing I own, when I could've been charging a premium for my womanhood."

"Shan... Don't tell me you're actually considering selling your body?"

"Rose. It's ALL i have left... Now where do you keep your cleaning stuff? There's a piss-stained couch with my name on it."

*splash*

"Ah... and some kitchen tile with my name on it too... Sorry."

Will Shannon actually go through with prostituting herself?

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