Deadweight
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“What have you done?” Joshua turned around and snarled at Natasha.
Her food was gone, just this moron remained. Maybe he would do? He would be several day's worth of sustenance and she was already hungry, time to make the best of a bad situation and Joshua had become that. Joshua bared his bloody teeth as he approached Natasha, his eyes grey, his skin pale his belly bloated with flesh. She was at boiling point, how fucking dare he turn on her. Who the hell does he think he is? She grabbed a knife she had previously put to good use and stabbed Joshua in the stomach and pushed him onto the floor. He hadn't given up and grabbed a handful of her top and dragged her closer to him, his teeth gnashing, eager to get a bite. Natasha pushed his face away and continued to stab his torso to no effect.
“Why won't you die?!” She screamed at him as she pushed him away and climbed back to her feet.
He scrambled after her on all fours, sliding in his own viscous, discoloured blood unable to gain traction. Natasha stepped back to give herself room and gave a hard kick to the Joshua's head, sending him face first towards a kitchen cabinet.
He snapped back at her, more determined than ever. Natasha slashed at his face with the blade, opening up several wounds but still he persisted. Joshua leapt up from the floor and sent Natasha tumbling on to her back the knife falling just out of her reach to her right. Joshua desperately tried to bite her face, and she gripped his throat trying to keep him at bay with one hand and reach the tantalisingly close knife with the other. Her right hand just millimetres from the blade. Her left hand gripped ever tighter, his greying blood started to run down her fingertips as she dug in deeper. Natasha gathered all her strength and threw Joshua to her left side, ripping his throat partially out, his flesh stuck under her bloody nails. She moved herself towards the knife and grabbed it. Joshua wasn't so much as dazed by his throat protruding from his neck. He was now as angry as he was hungry, the rage spilling out of him at the same rate as his greying blood. In one clean motion, Natasha swung the knife into Joshua's ear through to his brain. He stopped instantly and slumped to the floor, the knife still embedded in his skull. Natasha scrambled away and tried to catch her breath, careful not to keep her eyes off of Joshua. What had become of him? How come she wasn't a snarling beast like him? She had so many questions but nobody to answer them. She had liked Joshua, maybe had even loved him a little. Now she was alone again. And hungry.
Natasha got to her feet and gave Joshua's lifeless body a hard kick to the chest.
“Fucking arsehole.” She composed herself and straightened her clothes.
She would have to raid Kelly's wardrobe again before leaving the apartment. Walking back into the kitchen, she hoped he had left her something, a scrap of meat, a piece of offal, anything. There was nothing. Joshua hadn't left so much as a crumb. That selfish bastard. She walked back through to the livingroom and stared at him. Could she? Should she? What choice did she have? Natasha pulled the knife from Joshua's ear, a pop signalled it coming free. She kneeled down next to him, he was skinnier than he was when they met. But still some flesh ready to be harvested. She sliced of a small slither of his upper arm off and looked at the meat. It wasn't as appetising as Mark or Kelly, it was discoloured, felt almost rubbery in her hand. She gave it a sniff, and it didn't smell good. Natasha held the slither to her mouth and touched it with the tip of her tongue. Her face screwed up at the foul taste. She was hungry, it wasn't good, but it was all she had. Natasha quickly threw the slice in her mouth and chewed, her face contorted as she struggled with the taste and the chewy texture. She swallowed. Straight away she doubled over and threw up all over the floor, collapsing in a coughing fit, the vomit tasted much better than the meat, but the experience was still unpleasant.
Natasha sat and looked at the mess as her stomach rumbled. She pondered how Mabel was and how she might taste.
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
NATASHA STOOD NAKED, blood smeared down her face, arms and breasts, the room was that of an elderly person, the decorations and furniture aged but looked after. Natasha licked the blood from her wrist like a cat cleaning itself after a meal. Mabel had been an old girl, had barely scratched the itch Natasha had for human flesh. The meat on her was tough and stringy but it was human meat and it had taken the edge off, but for how long? She was running out of neighbours to eat and knew she'd been shitting on her own doorstep. It had been easy but the risk would only increase. Her clothes were neatly folded in a corner, she was tiring of getting them covered in blood. Mabel bless her, was stunned when Natasha started stripping off before her. Natasha had been able to calmly approach Mabel before ripping out her throat with just her teeth. She had barely screamed, a mere scared whimper.
Natasha wandered to the bathroom, a terracotta suite that lacked a shower. She started to run the bath, smelling the various shampoos, body washes and bubble bath solutions before finding something suitable to use. As the bath began to fill and bubbles formed, Natasha searched the medicine cabinet, tossing aside toothpaste and pill bottles before finding a pot of toothpicks. Carefully she plucked out a single pick and began digging flesh from her teeth, looking carefully at each meaty morsel before licking them off of the stick and swallowing. The bath nearly filled, she slipped in, the bubbly water turning pale red as the blood mixed with the suds. She sighed a deep relaxed sigh as she closed her eyes.
Maybe she should fire up a dating app or better yet, a hookup app. Find some lonely or horny soul and fool about before a good feed. That might take time, not a bad idea but not one for a quick feast. It was a Friday, tonight there would be plenty of suitors out in town, plenty of men desperate to shag her. She didn't linger for long in the bath. It wasn't for relaxation but to clean the thick crimson staining her skin. After a few scrubs of her pale flesh, she stood from the bath, the blood-tinged water dripping from her. Clean enough, she would only get bloody again anyway.
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
THE CLUB WAS full and the queue snaked around the velvet ropes in front of the building. Natasha wasn't one for queuing anymore, with great confidence, she strode forward bypassing the holding pen to the annoyance of the women, and lust of the men. The two male bouncers allowed her through without so much as a second thought, their female colleague was less impressed but did nothing to halt the injustice to those waiting patiently in line.
Inside men and women of all ages danced, drank and were having a good time. Natasha had been to a club once in her life, on a team night out at work. She had hated every second of her colleagues enjoying themselves whilst she had done little more than sit in a dark corner drinking bottled cocktails. Tonight was different, eyes were upon her, she'd not be seeking the anonymity of the darkness tonight. A young man gave her wide smile, she smiled back, and he approached. Natasha pulled him closer and kissed him passionately.
“I'll have a vodka and coke.” He disappeared into the crowd to undertake his orders.
Natasha didn't feel the need to wait for his return before she started grinding against another man who didn't seem to mind nearly as much as his girlfriend. She kissed him and watched him as he was dragged away by his irate other half. She eyed up several other men, sure they'd be fun, but she didn't need a good lay, she needed a good feed. With a full belly, there would be time for fun. Natasha didn't need a man with a six-pack, desperate and fat would be her prey. The male equivalent of who she used to be. Somewhere in a dark corner nursing a drink had to be a grotesquely overweight man just getting through the night. She just had to find the fat fuck.
Natasha danced through the club as she searched and there he was. A magnificent specimen, late twenties, maybe six-feet tall, close to eighteen stones in weight and importantly alone. He sat at a table on the edge of the club and nursed a bottled alcopop as he stared blankly at his smartphone. She slid up to him with a wide smile as she gently placed her hand on his back, startling him.
“Hi!” Bright and breezy but he was still unsure.
“Sorry, can I help you?” Bless him, he
seemed scared.
“I'm Nat, I'll be honest with you. I've always had a thing for bigger men.”
“Is this a joke? Did Jon tell you to come over?” Natasha slid in even closer and placed her hand on his leg and slowly slid it up to crotch finding his penis, it didn't take much work to get it fully erect.
“What's your name?”
“Brian.”
His dick was an okay size, she thought, but it didn't matter. She grabbed hold of it through his trousers and started rubbing it vigorously. Brian was in shock but enjoying it. She kissed him as she continued pulling him off and he climaxed before their lips drifted apart.
“I'm sorry.” He apologised, but Natasha just smiled back.
“Want to come back to mine?” Brian nodded enthusiastically at improving what was already probably the best night of his life.
Natasha led Brian out of the club and bumped into the man she last saw disappearing towards the bar to buy her a drink. He didn’t seem too bothered as he consoled himself by shoving his tongue down the throat of another girl. He shot a bemused look at Brian before continued with his new would-be conquest.
*
Bloody and satisfied Natasha lay in the bath as it slowly filled with water, the red bubbles turning pink as they increased in volume. She smiled, she had only eaten part of one of Brian's legs the rest she had butchered with an increasing professionalism and stored in the fridge-freezer. His fatty flesh was so much more satisfying than the well toned or wrinkly bodies she had so far consumed. Brian would last at least a week, maybe more. She had a couple of days to relax and not worry about her next meal. Maybe she'd go back to the club and find a man for some sexual satisfaction. Hell, she might even try to pull a woman, she'd always been curious.
The water nearly touched her chin as she gently turned off the tap with her foot and disappeared under the water. To emerge eyes closed with a beaming smile. Life was good.
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
TONIGHT, NATASHA OPTED for a different club to be cautious. It was a quieter night, but she was determined to have her fun. A fresh meal of Brian had set her up for the evening all she had to do was find a few acceptable specimens that would give her some fun. There was so much she'd wanted to try for so long. Joshua had been fun until he started to change. But he was a normal man, he was someone Natasha believed she would never have had a chance with before her change, but he wasn't special. She wanted to experience it all, muscular, athletic, well hung, women, threesomes, younger, older, everything, and it started tonight. She was intent on having fun in the club and then carrying on the party elsewhere.
She had eyes on her once again as she circled the club before spotting her target, a mixed race man in his mid-twenties easily clearing six-feet in height, a muscular build and a strong smile. The light caught his teeth, bright white and perfect. He would be the start. He hadn't seen Natasha approach, and it was only when she was grinding up against him did he realise what was happening. He joined in and they all but fucked on the dance floor. They were all over each other. Fellow clubbers gave them space in case full on intercourse ensued. Natasha pulled his face close and kissed him for what felt like forever before tilting his head so she could gently whisper into his ear.
“Wanna fuck?” He smiled, and she dragged his hulking frame across the club to the women's toilets, bursting pass two women exiting without slowing down.
The cubicle door flung open and slammed shut, she pulled at his trousers until she was face to face with his large penis which she immediately took as much of him in her mouth as she could. He placed his hands on her head and guided her pace, she pulled his hands off and he placed them back on. She thought for a second about biting down but decided against it, instead standing up and dropping her her panties before bending over and pushing herself towards her lover. He didn't need any further encouragement and began thrusting much to Natasha's pleasure. She moaned and groaned unable to control herself, her ecstasy as much from the excitement of the situation as the mountain of the man she was with.
He spluttered and hunched over her done.
“Can I get a number?” They both stood up and attempted to straighten themselves out. Natasha shook her panties off her ankle and stuck them in her pocket.
“You're number one, now head off like a good boy. I need to pee and find number two.” She pushed him through the door of the stall and locked it behind him.
He stood for a moment in the middle of the ladies' toilet, bemused by what has just occurred as two girls entered.
“What the hell?” One of them piped up, embarrassed he quickly departed.
The toilet flushed and Natasha emerged to freshen herself up. One of the girls turned to her. “There was a guy in here.”
Natasha was already reapplying her lipstick. “Fucking creeps everywhere, how do I look?” She turned to face the girls who weren't interested. “I think the word you're looking for is stunning.” Natasha flashed them a smile and headed back to the dance floor to find her number two.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
BRIAN HAD LASTED for just a week. She had hoped for longer but she'd been unable to help herself. His tasty, satisfying blubber had really hit the spot and as hard as she tried, the portions she afforded herself continued to grow in size and frequency. She hadn't actively hunted more food since Brian, she'd had far too much fun indulging in several hookups a night, men and women, old and young. A seventy-year-old grandfather proved a far better lay than a young strapping seventeen-year-old lad she'd picked up. Experience truly was underrated. She had tried women, but it wasn't her thing. She was happy to have tried the experience but would rather suck a dick than go down on a woman.
Her last meal would cover her for a few hours before the hunger would start playing on her mind. She was getting known in the clubs, women despised her and the men knew she was an easy lay. Getting her next meal at one of the local clubs wouldn’t be a good idea. She didn’t need to be a missing persons last known sighting. She could pick up someone anywhere, it really didn’t matter, desperate lonely people were everywhere. As long as they were fat, they were the best. It didn’t matter where she found them or what she had to do to get them back to hers.
She had decided a local board game shop would be her deli for the day, lonely geeks who didn't look after themselves. The funkier smells a human produces didn't seem nearly as offensive as they used to. She had passed the shop several times. Its key demographic seemed to fit in with her preferred menu choice.
*
She had been in the shop for a few minutes, browsing the wares and the clientele. A few met her criteria. Wiry and tall, no thank you. Short and fat, half there but why waste the effort of a kill for ultimately fewer meals from a short arse? One boy was a strong contender for her freezer space. Maybe six-feet tall, a touch under twenty-stone and at most twenty-one years old. She found him repulsive, but he was perfect. She had doubts of her plan, in the confusion of a club she could stalk, entrap her prey and disappear with them and no one would notice. Here there were witnesses, all of whom had spent their time staring at her since she entered. If she walked out with this lad, she'd be the talk of the local board gaming scene. When he disappeared, it wouldn't take long to join the dots back to her.
“Excuse me, do you have the Love Island Monopoly?” She needed her out.
“Sorry, just the ones you see.” She thanked the worker and left.
Across the street a bus stop seemed a suitable place for Natasha to wait, a few people were already waiting, complaining the buses had been delayed as she waited, staring at her meal to be. Waiting for him to leave. To be alone. Then she could make her move.
“It's all gone to hell I tell you. These buses, honestly they've been delayed and cancelled all day yesterday and now today. Then you have these people attacking each other. Honestly, people are just awful. I've only come out to get my pension. I'll be home locking the door as soon as this silly bus comes.” This little old dear reminded her of Mabel.
“Well, you should be careful, a pretty girl like you needs to look after herself.” I look after myself just fine Natasha thought. “They said on the radio this morning that these attacks, people are biting each other. Honestly, have you ever heard anything so disgusting?”
Natasha's interest was peaked. It couldn't be, could it? “I haven't seen any news.”
“Well, people seem to have gone demented, honestly I don't know what's wrong with them. Fighting and biting, my friend Doris told me that the police had taken away her neighbour, for eating his girlfriend.” The old girl was enjoying being listened to.
“I had no idea.” Natasha genuinely didn’t.
“Doris is probably off her medication again, she likes to tell stories.”
Natasha had been so absorbed with herself that she hadn't been paying attention. All of her fornicating. She had snogged, fucked so many men and women it was possible she'd infected others like she had Joshua. And then there were others who had been taking FatBGone, surely others would have had a similar reaction to her. It could have affected thousands. Her next thought wasn't that of fear for humanity, but of how disgusting the infected tasted. She didn’t like the thought of living in a world without people to feast upon. She looked back up to the shop, her target wasn't there, the fat bastard had given her the slip. She desperately looked around and caught sight of him further down the street and immediately gave chase pushing past those waiting in line for the bus.