Fat Off Sex and Violence (6 page)

            “I…I wasn’t, I mean…I didn’t—”

            “I’m so glad you did. It’s one of my favorite flavors, you know.”

            Gary scratched the fresh scab on the back of his neck. “I’m your master, right?”

            “Yes.”

            “You have to do what I say?”

            “Yes.”

            “Get off of me.”

            She rolled away, stood up on her stubby legs.

            Gary stood, wiped the sweat from his face. He took another long look at the girl, the creature, this feedling.

            “So, why are you glad that I…?” Gary ran his hand through his hair. “How could you smell it?”

            “It’s what I eat.” She grinned and Gary took a step back.

            “It’s what you eat? You mean like…jizz?”

            “No, silly. I eat the energy,” she said. “Sexual energy.” She patted her belly, ran her black tongue over half her face. “So delicious.”

            Gary thought back to the floating fat globs that were only visible in the orange light of her eyes.
Was that sexual energy? From me jerking off?

           
The girl’s eyes had increased in strength since they’d been sitting there talking. She stood perfectly still, smiled at Gary as if awaiting the next question—Gary had plenty more.

            “So, what’s your name?”

            “You haven’t given me one yet.”

            “Me?”

            Her smile hung loose and became a frown. She sat down and hugged her knees. “You really don’t have any idea what you just got into?”

            Gary shook his head.

            “What a lucky man you are to stumble on a feedling and not know it. You know people spend their whole lives trying to find us?”

            “Us?”

            “Oh, we’re everywhere. But only the feedling’s master can see that feedling’s true form. To everyone else, we just look like children.”

            Gary’s stomach twisted and roared. He tip-toed around the girl, collapsed beside his backpack where he pulled out his lunch pail, popped it open, tore open a pack of Oreos.

            “So?” She blinked her big eyes, the light still growing in intensity.

            “What?” A slimy chunk of saliva-coated cookie tumbled from his mouth.

            “My name. What’s my name?”

            “Didn’t you have a name before I found you? Why were you buried in the ground?”

            She giggled. “I’ve had a bunch names, Master. But I’m yours now. The other names I’ve had don’t matter any more.”

            “Your last master buried you here, didn’t he?”

            “
She
did. And yes, but don’t worry about that.” She stared, pursed her lips.

            Gary looked around. “Umm…” His eyes fell on his Spider-man comic in his bag. “Mary Jane. Your name is Mary Jane.”

            She clapped, bounced up and down. “Mary Jane, yippie!”

            Gary smiled, popped another whole cookie into his mouth. “So, what does a feedling’s master get?”

            “You get to act out your deepest sexual fantasies.” She winked.

            “Really?”

            “My influence is strong. If I’m hungry, I can make anyone around me act out sexually, and there’s nothing they can do to stop it.”

            Gary’s neighbor popped into his head right away. Could this be true? Could Mary Jane actually make the girl of his dreams, the girl of his darkest fantasies, have sex with him? He shuddered at the thought, couldn’t imagine it were possible. He looked down at his stomach bulging over his lap.

            “Even with your help, there’s no way a girl would have sex with me. Especially not…her.”

            “You mean your neighbor? The blonde with the big boobies?”

            “How did you—”

            “You brought me back, I’m part of you now. I want what you want, Master. And we’ll have her, I promise.”

           
“Really?”
A grin spread across his face as he chewed another cookie with an open mouth.

           
I hit the fucking jackpot!

            She giggled, fell over backward and kicked her legs.

            “What?” Gary said.

            “This is gonna be so much fun.” She crawled toward him and wrapped her arms around his neck. “You’re the best kind of master. Know why?”

            “Why?”

            “Because I’ll have more than enough to eat with you.”

            Her eyes shone brighter.

—5—

Gary wanted to try his feedling out, wanted to march right up to the apartment complex, knock on the neighbor’s door, and see what all this master business was about.

            “I’m getting hungry,” Mary Jane said. “I think it’s time you fed me.”

            “How?”

            “Just point to a girl. Any girl. Leave the rest to me.”

            They moved through the woods, weaved around trees toward civilization. Gary looked back over his shoulder, saw the rowan tree towering over the woods.

            “So why won’t you tell me why your last master buried you?”

            “Because it doesn’t matter. She was a bad master.”

            “Did you turn on her or something? Bite the hand that fed you?”

            She stopped walking, bared her teeth. This was no smile. The orange of her eyes burned brighter. “She let me go hungry. Don’t ever try and starve me, Master. I go a little crazy.”

            “Crazy?”

            “The brighter my eyes shine, the hungrier I am, and the more ravenous I become. I won’t be able to control myself.”

            Gary smiled, reached out and touched her shoulder. “If what you say is true, if you can really make any girl I want do…whatever I want, then I don’t think feeding you is going to be a problem.”

            She hopped up and down and clapped. “I just know you’re going to be the best master ever.”

            As Gary pushed through the woods, his body spewing sweat from every nook and cranny, a hot mound of soft flesh entered his hand. He looked down and saw Mary Jane smiling up at him, her hand in his, and he felt a sort of companionship spark. He didn’t know if it was part of this influence she spoke of, or if Gary was just desperate for love, but he felt it. He liked being her master.

            They walked out of the woods and into the city. From where they stood, Gary could just make out the apartment complex in the distance. He bit his lip, wiped his face with the collar of his t-shirt.

            “I’m starving.” Her eyes shone directly into the faces of passersby, but they didn’t react, didn’t even blink. “Things sure have changed around here since the last time I saw it.”

            “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.