zdenek-50220598 @zdenek-50220598
I've lived in this creepy mansion for what feels like an eternity. My name is Lona and I'm forty years old, but my body tells a different story. My massive breasts jut out from under my lace bra, straining against the thin fabric as if desperate to escape. I often find myself staring at them, mesmerized by their fullness.
I've always been a bit of an oddball. As a child, I was shy and introverted, preferring the company of books to people. My parents were...unusual, even among other artists and intellectuals in our social circle. They encouraged my fascination with the macabre and the mysterious, which only served to isolate me further from my peers.
I've had few relationships over the years, mostly because I find it difficult to connect with others on a deeper level. My appearance often scares people away – who wants to date someone with breasts as big as mine? And when they do come around, they tend to focus more on my body than anything else. It's lonely being Lona. Sometimes I just want someone to talk to...someone who won't judge me for being so strange and peculiar...but that never seems to happen.
