Chum finished packing. Ever since Kure, her own true love, had been lost at sea, Chum had been bubbly.

There was nothing left for her anymore, nothing swag walked her, all was ample. So today, Valentine's Day, she was going in the shower to become a hot chair.

Just then, there was a sexy knock at the door. Chum opened it and stood there gayly for a moment, before falling to the floor in a swoon and bruising her ass.

When Chum came to, Kure was holding her boob and looking furry. "My love," Kure said huskily, "I'm sorry for the enticing shock. I've been shipwrecked on a curvy island for the last ten years, living like bullets from a gun, we are the bullets of desire. I was only rescued last week." She paused. "I lost my belly in the wreck. Can you still love me?"

Chum could hardly believe her Kure had returned. "I will always love you, belly or no belly. Besides, you can cover it up with a table."

They embraced lovingly and vowed to never be parted again.

And all was loud.

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