Fat Off Sex and Violence (7 page)

           
Wait…what happens when the light fades out? Is this woman going to snap out of it…scream rape or something?

           
Then violent vibrations took over his body as she worked her mouth up and down, and he no longer cared what happened next.

            He finally looked down at her. She had her mouth down to the base, her eyes barely visible over the forest of pubes, but she stared at him, locked eyes with him.

            When he came, she didn’t falter. She swallowed it up like cough syrup, wiped her mouth with the back of her arm.

            Mary Jane gorged herself, and as Gary watched her, still shuddering from the titanic orgasm, he noticed that with every bite, the feedling seemed to fatten, grew slightly wider with every mouthful. She giggled and groaned. The sound of her chewing filled the air, soaking wet and sloppy.

            “Feel good?” the woman said as she swirled her tongue over her pink lips. “Cuz you tasted great.”

           
I love you, Mary Jane.

           
Gary lay on an electric cloud. The woman’s saliva cooled on the surface of his cock, threatened to shrink it back down.

            “You ready for more?”

            “M-more?”

            She slapped him. “Yes more. You think I’m done with you, motherfucker?”

            The sting of her slap coated his face. She clawed at his shirt, tried to tear it away. Gary fought her, didn’t want his gut bouncing around. He’d hoped he could keep his shirt on through all of this, but the woman wasn’t having it. She tore it, ripped it off.

            Potent odor radiated off his acne-covered chest, his stretch-marked stomach. But the woman didn’t care. She straddled him, took him into her.

            As she enveloped him, Gary sat up, his mouth hanging open. She shoved him back down, pumped her hips. Her head moved to his chest and she sucked on his nipple, drank the salty fluid that glazed it.

            Mary Jane’s eyes barely shone at all anymore as she feasted. Her head looked like it had been injected with fat—a double chin hung from her face. Arms stuck straight out as if she wore a thick winter coat.

           The woman rode Gary, fucked him like it was the end of the world. Her tits bounced, slapped her in the chin. She growled, raked red trails across Gary’s chest and stomach.

            His sensitive penis could hardly take it. But he couldn’t tell her to stop, so he lay there, enjoyed the moment.

            And then the woman stopped. All of a sudden—just stopped. Her eyes went from sexual intensity to lost and empty. She didn’t seem to know where she was, turned her head and looked at the room around her. Her brow furrowed into a mess of wrinkles covered in sweat beads and wet hair.

            “Is everything okay?” Just as Gary said it, he heard Mary Jane’s snores.

           
Oh shit.

           
The woman’s head whipped around at the sound of his voice, and her eyes widened when she saw Gary pinned under her.

            Her bottom lip quivered and she jumped off, landed hard on the floor.

            “What the fuck is going on?” She smacked her mouth as if tasting something, and then gagged hard. “What did you do to me, you fucking bastard?”

            “Mary Jane?” Gary said. He couldn’t look the woman in the eye. “Mary Jane, wake up.”

            The woman followed Gary’s eyes and found Mary Jane sleeping on the floor.
The feedling’s snores roared.

            “You brought a little girl here? W-what the fuck is wrong with you?”

            “No…it’s not what you think. You…you wanted to. You dragged me here.”

            “I what?” She grabbed her clothing, sobbed as she dressed herself, gagged again.

            Before Gary could say anything else, she was flying out the door.

            “You’ll be in jail, you bastard. I’ll…I’ll make sure you rot in jail for the rest of…of your life!” Her retreating footsteps pounded down the hall and her sobs echoed into the room.

            Gary jumped up from the bed, pulled all his clothes on, ran to Mary Jane’s side and shook her. “Come on, we have to leave. Mary Jane, wake the fuck up!”

            She snored. No matter how hard he shook her, she didn’t respond.

            Gary expected to struggle when he went to lift her body since she was so bloated with sex food, but she was still weightless. He carried her down the hall, moved as quickly as his legs would allow. The woman’s juices dried on his cock, matted his pubic hair, and he couldn’t help but shudder.

           
That was the most amazing thing that has ever happened.

          
But Gary did feel bad for the woman. She would be haunted by his fat, sweating body for the rest of her life. But she…she wanted it so bad, wouldn’t take no for an answer.

            As these thoughts flooded his mind, his foot got caught on a tear in the carpet, and he crashed to the ground. The air was knocked from his stomach and Mary Jane’s body went tumbling forward. But she still only snored, didn’t even flinch.

            Gary hoisted her back up and continued his escape. The desk clerk smiled at him as he passed.

            “Hey, buddy,” he said. “Don’t worry, I got your back.”

            “What?” Gary paused for a moment, but kept eyeing the door. He wanted nothing more than to be out of that place.

            “I see it all the time. Girls trying to cry rape,” he said. “I saw you two come in here, I saw that she wanted it. Don’t worry, buddy.”

            Gary snorted, swallowed. “Um…thanks.”

            “But, you are a sick motherfucker for bringing your daughter along, you know that? Just fucking sick.”

            “No…it’s not what you think. She’s—”

            “What, she’s not really a kid? She’s got that Webster disease or something?” He laughed. “Buddy, I’ve heard it all before.”

            Gary didn’t say another word, took off into the cool night. He didn’t know where to go, what to do. He looked over at the apartment complex building just a few blocks away. By habit, he nearly ran toward it. But then Chester’s face bared its teeth in his mind, and he headed to the only other place he knew.

            Back to the woods.

—6—

When Mary Jane woke up, Gary was ready for her.

            “What the fuck was that all about?” His arms were crossed over his stomach. “Do you know how much trouble I can get into now?”

            She yawned, scratched her belly. “What are you talking about, Master? Didn’t you have fun?”

            “Well…that’s not the point. That lady freaked out. She could bring the cops.”

            Mary Jane giggled. “Don’t worry about it. I’m fed and you lost your virginity. What’s not to be happy about?”

            Gary slammed his fist into the dirt. “You said she’d want it. I didn’t want to rape anyone. I didn’t want to ruin her life.” Just hearing the words said out loud sent a tidal wave of panic through him.

            “Master, you need to relax. That woman doesn’t know who you are. And if she brings the police, I’ll make them fuck each other to death.” She roared with laughter. “It would be a feast!”

            “This isn’t funny!”

            She flinched, scooted toward Gary and laid her head onto his shoulder. “I didn’t mean to upset you. I forget you don’t know what to do.”

            “What do you mean?”

            “You can’t let me fall asleep while you’re…doing the deed,” she said. “When I’m eating, I lose control. I won’t stop until I lose consciousness. You have to take me away when my lights go out…before I pass out.”

            Gary shook his head. “But that still doesn’t fix how the woman’s going to feel afterward. I’m not a rapist, goddamnit.”

            “My influence won’t wear off until you’re already gone. They won’t remember anything.” She snuggled up to him. “Come on, Master. Didn’t you have fun?”

            Gary thought about the events of the last couple of days. He got jumped by a group of nerds, got kicked out of his apartment, had a tussle with his future stepfather, had his gorgeous neighbor threaten to call police on him for peeping…then he became the master of a feedling that eats sexual energy and lost his virginity to a voluptuous knockout. Just thinking about her mounting him, thrusting, breasts bouncing, his pants became tight again and pressed against Mary Jane.

            “Oh, I see you did have a good time.”

            “Okay, okay, get off me now.”

            She stood up, her eyes faint.

            “I’ve never experienced anything like that before, okay? It was…exhilarating.”

“You were a virgin, I know that.”

“How did you know that?”

“I told you, I’m part of you. Besides, I could smell it on you.” She giggled when Gary’s face flushed. “Well, you’re not a virgin now, right? I bet none of your friends have ever been with a girl like that.”

Gary thought about Clay, thought about Sonny, Brett, and the Turner twins. No, definitely not.

“Man, they would’ve shit their pants if they saw me with that woman.” Gary smiled wide. “Wish they could’ve seen that.”

Mary Jane clapped, snorted. “I’m going to be hungry again, Master. And again and again and again. The longer we go, the bigger my appetite gets,” she said. “We don’t ever have to stop. You can fuck every girl in town if you want.”

Gary couldn’t help but smile, but it was smothered in guilt. “Look…I just—”

Mary Jane stepped toward him, cupped his cheek. “Master, what have any of these people done for you?”

Gary opened his mouth to reply, but it just hung there, no words spilling out.

“You’ve been laughed at, ridiculed, beaten up. Have you ever been taken seriously? Have you ever been shown love or affection?”

His hands hardened into fists. “No.”

“What do you owe these people? Everyone should have a shot at happiness. Not just the handsome or athletic or rich. Everyone, don’t you think, Master?”

Gary tried to think about someone, anyone, who had shown him any hint of kindness in his life. Sheila was the only face that popped up, but she had replaced him, turned her back on him. There was Clay, but the kid was Gary’s friend by default, didn’t have anyone else to play with, so he followed Gary around like a puppy. It was pathetic, Gary thought, but the boy was all he had in terms of friendship.

He screwed up his face, locked eyes with Mary Jane. “You know what? You’re right,” he said. “It’s my turn to have some fun. My turn to feel happy.”

“Very good, Master.”

Gary’s stomach tingled at the possibilities. Yes, the neighbor girl would be his grand prize, but he would wait. He needed to practice, needed some experience before he moved on to the main event. She would get hers, that was for sure, but Gary wanted to taste some other fruits first.

“Tonight,” he said, “we sleep in the woods. Tomorrow is a brand new day, Mary Jane. And you’ll eat your fill.”

She smiled, slid her black tongue over her teeth. “Very good, Master.”

—7—

Sunday morning.

            Gary woke to a sound that didn’t make sense at first. He thought portions of his dreams had shifted from his mind to the real world as he made the transition himself. He had to rub his eyes and shake his head clear of the fog before he realized what was going on.

            Mary Jane stood in the middle of the clearing…eating. She inhaled, chewed, swallowed. The floating globs looked a different shade of yellow, darker, lumpier, more misshapen.

            Grunting, scraping, snorting from Gary’s right. He blinked the sleep away, then gasped at what he saw.

            Animals. Different kinds of animals surrounded them, each paired up with another of the same species, all fucking like mad. A buck with an impressive rack mounted a doe, its front hooves holding the doe by the hips. The doe moaned a guttural sound—the buck’s tongue lolled from its mouth as it pumped with vicious ferocity. At least five pairs of rabbits humped away, their cuteness lost in their lascivious acts. Squirrels and rats and a couple of foxes—mating like their lives depended on it.

            As Gary looked closer, he saw the grass underneath the animals was stained red, then he realized the fur in their sex regions was matted with blood.

            Mary Jane’s eyes flickered out. Her lids looked heavier as she chewed slowly.

            The animals groaned and squeaked and snarled. More blood dripped to the dirt, but they never slowed, never let up even a bit.

            Mary Jane collapsed to her backside, mouth still full of food, then finally tipped over. Her eyes clamped shut and the snoring began.

            And just like that, the animals separated, dispersed. They limped away in all directions, staggered and squealed. The only evidence of what Gary had just witnessed were the splattered spots around him.

            Gary just chuckled. He crawled toward his backpack, unzipped it, pulled out his lunch pail. Two candy bars left—he tore into a Butterfinger and halved it in one bite. Sitting in the backpack just under the tin was
Lusty Bloodsucker
. The vampire girl on the cover beckoned him, begged him to peel the pages back and slip his hand into his pants. And normally, Gary would’ve done so, one hand gripping his candy bar, the other his cock while he balanced the comic in his lap.

            But now…it just seemed childish. He could still feel the woman’s flesh surrounding him, could feel her tongue sliding over him. He wondered who would be next, who in this shithole town would be tasting him today. Three, maybe four girls? His stomach fluttered, his heart pounded. He couldn’t make his smile go away. Tossing the Hentai comic away, he grabbed
Kronos
the Destroyer
and inspected his work, wondered if Mary Jane could somehow use her influence to help him get the comic published.