Fat Off Sex and Violence

by McKenzie, Shane

  “When was that?”

  “You need to concentrate on feeding me, Master. None of that matters to you.”

  Gary didn’t think he was ready for the neighbor girl. What if Mary Jane was lying? What if she were setting him up for embarrassment? No, he couldn’t take that. Not again. He had done a good enough job himself at making the neighbor girl think he was a loser.

  Watching all the random girls walk by, he didn’t know where to start. On a regular day, he would have taken any one of them. Hell, he’d have taken any of the fat ugly ones just to know the feeling of another human being’s touch. But now, suddenly given the choice of any woman he desired, he didn’t know what to do with himself, wanted to choose the perfect girl.

  Then she walked right by him. The woman gave him a curious look, eyed Mary Jane. Gary realized they were still holding hands.

  Everyone sees her as a little girl. This woman probably thinks I’m some kind of pedophile or something.

  She stuck her nose up and waddled off, her tight jeans showing the roundness of her ass. Her skin was olive, smooth-looking. Long brown hair with streaks of blond flowed in the breeze. And her tits. Jesus Christ, her tits were glorious. Bouncing and shaking with the rhythm of her walking. Her nipples pressed against her shirt, erect from the cool air.

  “Her,” Gary said.

  “My pleasure.” Mary Jane aimed her eye beams at the woman, got to breathing hard like she was having an asthma attack or something.

  And the woman stopped cold.

  Gary’s balls shriveled up and hid deep within his groin. He let go of Mary Jane’s hand and rubbed his palms together as he got to sweating some more.

  The woman turned, bit her bottom lip, ran her hands over her torso, squeezing her breasts together. She locked eyes with Gary. And moaned.

  “Excuse me,” she said. “Who…who are you?”

  Mary Jane’s eyes cast an orange glow over the woman, made it look like her skin was made of tangerine peels. She stepped closer to Gary, rubbed her body as she approached.

  Mary Jane giggled. She looked up at Gary, motioned toward the woman with her head.

  “I…uh…my name’s Gary. What’s your name?”

  “Is there someplace we can go?” She shuddered, ran a hand toward the v of her crotch, rubbed it. “God, I just wanna fuck your brains out right now.”

  Holy shit!

  Gary’s pants grew tighter. He looked around at the other people walking by who eyed the woman, shook their heads. She did nothing to hide her masturbatory massage.

  “I don’t…I don’t know. Are you serious?” Gary couldn’t talk without laughing. His face throbbed with the pounding of his pulse. His vision blurred.

  The woman stomped her foot, grabbed Gary’s soaked hand, pulled him down the street.

  He looked over his shoulder—Mary Jane followed. She snorted and clapped the whole way.

  He just couldn’t believe his luck. His virginity had stayed in tact for far too long. It was time to break it off for good.

  They turned a corner and entered a hotel. The woman threw a handful of money at the clerk before he had time to say a word. She looked over at Gary, grabbed the back of his head, and slammed her face against his. Her tongue shoved its way past his lips, slithered in circles, bathed the inside of his mouth—didn’t miss a single spot.

  Gary could smell his own breath bouncing off her face, but the woman didn’t seem to care. She released his mouth with a loud sucking pop, gazed deep into his eyes.

  The desk clerk dangled the key to get the woman’s attention, gave Gary a look and smirked.

  He obviously thinks I paid for this girl. And I don’t blame him. No way a fat slob like me could score a girl like this.

  Then the clerk looked down at Mary Jane. “She with you guys?”

  Gary had to fight the tugging of the woman. “Yes. She’s with me.”

  The clerk wrinkled his nose, shook his head, mumbled as he turned away.

  The woman dragged Gary down the hall until they finally got to their assigned room. She fumbled with the key for a moment, couldn’t get it to fit, tossed it to the ground, and grabbed Gary’s head again. This time, she yanked her tits out of her shirt, mashed them against his face. Her hard nipples prodded his eyes, and at that very moment, his dick spat a wad into his jeans.

  Oh no. Oh God no.

  A tiny cloud of yellow substance floated from his groin. Mary Jane inhaled it, chewed it up, swallowed.

  She snorted, ground her teeth. “Get in that room and feed me, Master.”

  Gary peeled himself away from the woman, scooped up the key. He struggled to slide it in as she wrapped her arms around him from behind, stuffed her right hand into his pants.

  When she gripped him, stroked him, another surge threatened to erupt.

  No, can’t let loose again. Got to feed Mary Jane.

  Gary turned the key and the door popped open. The woman kicked it aside, shoved Gary square in the chest, sending him stumbling backward into the room. His tiny cock pressed against the inside of his jeans, stuck to the fabric from the glue it had extracted.

  “On the bed. Now,” the woman said. She tore her shirt off, twirled it over her head like a helicopter blade.

  Mary Jane stepped into the room and gently closed the door. She sat Indian-style on the floor, rested her elbows on her knees, her chin in her hands. Her eyes turned the floor, walls, and ceiling a bright mandarin.

  The woman wiggled out of her jeans, ripped her panties off and tossed the ragged cloth away. She did a dance, shook her tits, licked the front of her teeth. “You ready for me?” she said, stepped toward the bed. “Cuz I want your cock so bad.”

  Gary lay on the bed, his body shiny with never-ending sweat. He crawled backward until the back of his head hit the wall.

  The woman crept onto the bed, chased him like a leopard on the prowl. She grabbed the waistline of his jeans, pulled hard. The fabric bit into his waist and he reached down and undid the button and unzipped them before she pulled again. They ripped free, but got caught up on his feet and hung there.

  Gary looked down at himself. Looked like a tiny pink straw-mushroom growing from a lion’s mane of unwashed hair. The mustiness of his sweating groin exploded into the air as he tried to kick his jeans free. The familiar embarrassment took him then, and he wanted nothing more than to escape before the woman smelled his crotch aroma and started in on the laughter.

  But no. In the orange light of Mary Jane’s eyes, the woman grinned and bit her lip. Then she leaned in.

  Oh God, is this really about to happen?

  He couldn’t look, raked his nails over his face and almost wanted to cry. Part of him didn’t know if he could go through with it…until her lips wrapped around him. Her tongue basted him, bathed the stink away. Her hand crawled up his stomach, grabbed hold of his shirt. As she squeezed, sweat wrung out of it.

  Gary looked toward Mary Jane. She was on her feet now, her hair floating around her face. She inhaled mouthfuls of yellow clouds, chewed as she tapped her feet. Her eyes began to fade.

  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 ag
ain 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.