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Think of Black part 2 Chuckie by thinkofblack ******************** November 30th, 2007 After school, Gwen had rode the bus home with Mikaela- deciding to spent the night with her best friend, before going to the mall tomorrow. The window-ledge filled with snow, as a blizzard raged outside. They had decided to both sleep on the bottom mattress of her bunkbed.. Mikaela slept like a log, but Gwen didn't ever sleep at night. She just faced Mikaela with open-eyes, while resting her tossled blonde hair on the pillow- the two both rested in fetal position. Mikaela's parents were seniors, and lived in a three bedroom apartment with her. Mikaela's room looked surprisingly childish. Her bunk-bed was covered in stuffed animals, and she had glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling, a dreamcatcher above her bed, and her sheets were decorated with Spongebob. Her eyes were serenely closed and her bowed lips were covered in a hint of reddish pizza grease. A nightlight glowed near her nightstand, which had an empty pizza box on it- Mikaela had eaten most of it. On and around her face, hung hairstrands that wrapped around her entire back, framing her hips and backside- like a nest. Gwen meditated on Mikaela's cleavage- sticking from her black v-neck shirt. She saw her shiny black bra straps clenched around her breasts- which were squished between her arms. Hair drifted down the tops of her bare arms- which were pudgy. Her wrists were thick, and had Native American-looking bracelets on them. Her haunches and backside were wrapped in felt pajamas and visible under the sheets. Her den of hair was wrapped thickly around her neck and shoulder- guarding the sides of her face and ears. Gwen was tempted to bite down under the hair- to suck her blood from her neck and eat the rest of her fat body- but decided not to. She had big plans for tomorrow when they went to the mall, and didn't want to scare her parents. ******************** December 5th, 2007 Mikaela Hess bounded through the hallway, rejuvinated after her long weekend. Her right arm grasped a strap of her backpack and her left arm swung infront her hips, which which were more animated than usual. Her breasts jumped with each step, wrapped in the billowy fabric of her uniform's black cardigan. As she strode, she spotted the few others and eyed them with sinister shark eyes. Her lips licked the bottoms of her bowed lips, as she greedily smacked a wad of grape bubblegum, her tongue flattening it against the roof of her mouth and rolling it around until she exposed some flavor that had been buried. Her hair hung between her belly and hips, creating a thick straw-barrier that bordered her cleavage. Under her V-neck, she had unbuttoned her shirt, exposing the tip of her breasts and clavicle, which had numerous strands of mane mashed inbetween. Her uniform socks were yanked up tight against her legs- seductively grazing her knees. Her mary jane shoes tapped loudly with each bounce. She slammed open the bathroom door and quietly stood near it, where small and vulnerable Gwen had hunched over on the seat of a toilet, texting on her pink Razr. Her backpack laid at the side of the furthest stall from the door. Her skinny legs were squeezed together, wearing scratchy white panty hose She blew a large strawberry-bubblegum bubble with her tongue and popped it. Mikaela popped a second piece of grape bubblegum into her mouth, and marched down the school bathroom, her shoes pounding loudly on the floor. Gwen lifted herself up to anticipate Mikaela, who forcefully gripped her small shoulders and slammed her to the back of the cold, white bathroom wall. Mikaela fiddled with the buttons on Gwen's white shirt, undoing each from the top of her neck- exposing her spaghetti-strapped upper chest, where blonde hair strands ornated her clavicle and small cleft. As soon as her upper body was exposed, Gwen went in like a vampire- her long mane of feral hair obscuring Gwen's head, as she buried her cheeks between Gwen's neck and shoulder. Making her tickle as she gave her pecked her plump face all over Gwen's exposed upper body, each kiss trailing closer to the girl's face. Gwen held out her cheek, like accepting a kiss from her dad. Mikaela accepted the invitation, and began by giving her conservative pecks on the sides of her face, moving closer to her lips with each peck. While she moved, Mikaela's doughy breasts tauntingly brushed against Gwen's satin tank top, then intimately smushed the scratchy and squishy cardigan fabric into Gwen's upper chest as she went in for the kiss. Perversely piquing the smaller girl's interests. Mikaela swaddled her black nail-polished fingers back and forth between Gwen's taut stomach and back hips, rubbing them in circles across her satin tank top. Tracing the sides of her upper stomach and hips, then wiping across her ribcage, to the softer part of her belly. As she did, her motherly pecks on Gwen's lips became mutual kissing. Gwen began similtaniously undoing the buttons of Mikaela's V-neck carigan and collared shirt, as Mikeala wriggled out- now low enough for Gwen to press her small hands out and careen Gwen's large boobs. Kneading and pawing at Mikaela's large mammaries, like a cat on a goosedown comfortor, tweaking the nipple and smushing them against Mikaela's chest. While doing so she, began to give affirmative feedback, in the sound of whimpering, girlish whitenoise. Underneath Mikaela's drapery of brunette hair, Mikaela seized on Gwen's distraction and began tracing the sides of Gwen's lips with her tongue, pushing her gum out of her mouth and into Gwen's- like a mother bird feeding her young, as Gwen pushed the gum into Mikaela's mouth, blending it together in a wad of purple and pink. Gwen glidined her tongue through Mikaela's perfect teeth and gums. They mutually moaned as Gwen furiously massaged and prodded Mikaeala's breasts, while the taste of the grape and strawberry gum mixed in their mouths. Underneath, Mikaela furiously rubbed Gwen's hips, starting all the way from her upper sides, until her hands escaped down into the tight back waist of Gwen's skirt. She slid down the bottom of the bathroom wall, until she layed on the floor with Mikaela's heavy chest squeezed against her's, their blonde and brown hair billowing out like Medusa's snakes, with Mikaela's arms firmly around her bottom. With her tongue, Gwen firmly pressed the gum down on Mikaela's bottom teeth, flattening it out and expanding it, as Mikaela squeezed Gwen's rear beneath her dress. Mikaela then manuevered the pat of gum into Gwen's mouth, laying it on top, and then biting down hard on her bottom lip and gum. An iron taste seeped into the gum as Gwen's small lip was pulled, the two of them experiencing phantom spurts of semen from their absent penises. Gwen twitched and vibrated like a man during orgasm, then slumped down onto Gwen's body, her heavy frame and squishy breasts now an annoyance to Gwen- who sat up with her pantyhosed legs curled to her side- regaining conciousness. She the adjusted her black headband, and smoothing flyaway blonde hairs down. "I'm finished." She said in a deep man's voice. And the bell rang. ********** Art class was in session. They put their finishing touches on clay pots. The air was thick with rusty brown particles, and the tables were smeared with clay. Robert 'Chuckie' White had put a tedious amount of effort into his vase- art class was the only think he was good at, since he could listen to his iPod and ignore social distractions. He had it lying on the dusty table beside him, and listened to video game soundtrack mp3's. He had printed a piece of Sailor Moon fanart he had seen on a fansite, and was sculpting a relief of it into the side of the pot. He unhunched himself to look at nearby student's pots. Without looking into her eyes, he watched Mikaela Hess's hand smoothing out a horror inspired design- reliefs of a young girl running from a monster in a mall, "Wow, that is good! You're a fan Silent Hill 3, I see." His eyes lingered on her breasts for a moment. He had to admit she had an exceptionally nice body. She looked at him incredulously, having no idea what he was talking about. "Yeah, it's great." She said unenthusiastically. Chuckie's heart fluttered slightly, as he molishly went back to sifting through piles of clay to layer onto his pot. She was slightly overweight, but it only worked to her advantage, making her developed hips and breasts look even bigger. She was tall, and had a large bone structure. Despite her school uniform she looked hippieish- with thick and wavy brunette hair that went all the way down to her hips. On the side it framed her thick neck, curves, and motherly arms. In the front it walled around her chest- accentuating her breasts. Her hair lingered in the chest of her V-neck cardigan, creating a tuxedo shirt of brunette locks. Her bangs were parted down the middle and were held behind her ears with bobby pins. She had forest-green almond eyes and a stern face- snubbed Nordic nose, short and thick eyebrows, round lip-glossed lips. Underneath her soft and pronounced cheeks, she had a muscular jaw- she chewed gum a lot. Her facial expressions were matronly and regal. Even going into winter, her skin remained lightly tan from a relaxing summer of sun- bathing. Underneath her scratchy hip-hugging uniform cardigan, she wore a white button down shirt, which was unbuttoned to show cleavage- uncharacteristic of her. Her shapely legs were snuggly wrapped in white pantyhose- which were stained from clay particles, as she sat in the art room. Even through her thick outerwear, the shape of her voluptuous curves remained visible. She carried her clay stained mail-carrier backpack like a purse on her lap, where the ends of stray hairs- front and back- lingered. Chuckie considered himself lucky that she had just replied to him, since he considered her to be one of the prettiest girls in school, along with her best friend Gwen Rhys. She was a straight A honor student, and could drive before anyone else in their class. He was especially enamoured with her long hair and plump phsysique. He wondered if she liked fat guys? He smoothed his greasy hair and turned his head around to see a thin form balancing on the stool next to Mikaela Hess- Gwen. Her crossed pantyhose legs and mary janes hung off the bottom rail, lightly vibrating agaist it in boredom. The pot Gwen worked on look like a death metal album cover- a screaming skeleton chased down a naked young girl, surrounded by a hellscape. "Do you like it?" Gwen innocently asked Mikaela, while swiping flyaway strands of platinum hair from her pale face while giving a cheeky smile to the teacher. Her platinum-blonde bangs were side-swept and held in place with a black headband. The hair in back was upper-back length and framed her swan-like neck. Her hair was fine and often floated into her eyes- enhancing them. Now that she stopped wearing glasses, he had really started noticing them. They were piercingly-blue and contrasted against the dark circles surrounding them. Her racoonish eyes stuck out against her snowy white skin, which was covered in freckles. Her face was round, and she had sharp features- blonde pointy eyebrows, and a sharp medium sized Greek nose. She looked high-pedigree- small framed, small boned and small breasted. Her peacoat and backpack sat on the dusty table next to her. She wore a white-collared shirt around her taut and squeezable stomach, which was tucked into a plaid dress. She was skinny, and on the shorter side for her age- with a ballerina-like physique. "Yeah, doll." Mikaela casually answered. The two had always a little flirtacious towards eachother- but they were laying it on heavy recently, which he found arousing. "So, what are you doing tomorrow?" Mikaela asked, turning to Gwen. "Nothing. You got any plans?" "Nah.. I was just thinking we could wander around the mall, like last week.." "Which mall are we talkin' about, here?" Gwen quipped back. Her words were parsed. "You know, the Danesville one- with the Barnes and Noble attached." "Oh, a bookstore? Nevermind." "Nevermind? You tryin' to distance yourself from me?" Mikaela said, giving her a few light kicks to her side. "What? No, no. You know you're always my main mama." Gwen said, leaning her head the larger girl's shoulder- rubbing and nestling into her long hair like a pillow. Mikaela laughed. The two had a habit of using non- sequitors and sillyness. Mikaela reciprocated her mockery of sisterly love- leaning against Gwen's long hair and awkwardly patting the side of her head- like giving an unenthusiastic hug to a mourning stranger- but the head, and not the back. This caused Gwen to burst out laughing, covering her mouth were her small fingers. "Go a little lower. Tickle my neck." Gwen abrupted, while nudging against Mikaela and doe-eyeing her. Chuckie's dick felt a little tingly. "Uhmm.. Okay." Mikaela lowered her hand to held her fingertips together, like she had a fingerpuppet on. She waited a beat, while feeling the moment- then dug it into Gwen's neck, like a drill. "BZZZZRRRRRRRTTT-T-T- T." She yelled, as Gwen laughed and squealed- squeezing Mikaela's fingers tightly with her head and shoulder to stop the drill. Chuckie looked at them wistfully and condescendingly laughed. Like a dad watching his rambunctious daughters do silly things. Thier eyes both store daggers into his. He had made a mistake. Gwen's were particularly ferocious. "What you chuckling at, Chuckles?" she asked in a commanding tone, with her chirpy voice- Mikaela bursted out laughing- covering her mouth and smacked her other hand on the dusty table. His face heated up, as he continued to give them a buck-toothed grin. Chuckie was a nickname of his, that he recieved in elementary school, after he pooped his pants in recess when another student described the Child's Play movies to him. It was a humiliating name that stuck, because he looked like the doll- Chucky. He was fat and babyish looking, with straight ginger hair, freckles and a snub nose. His eyes were blue, and he was relatively short. He was made fun of in middle school, when he was lightly chubby- but had become one of the fattest and most consistently humiliated kids in recent years- after ballooning to 260 pounds. His uniform barely fit him. "He's got an anime vase." Mikaela mouthed off, snickering. "Nothing. I just 'get' it. I 'get' your jokes." He answered, not with any confidence whatsoever- but dissociated and socially majadjusted enough, that it looked like he was possibly attempting to egg her on. Gwen condescendingly asked, "Oh, and what joke was funny to you? Am I funny to you, Chuckles?" He looked towards Mikaeala to possibly halt this bout of peer induced agony. Thankfully, she had stopped laughing and resumed on her art project, facing the vase with a snotty grin, seemingly bored of Gwen's social posturing. "No, I wasn't trying to-" Chuckie said, as he sheepishly put his head down- his face becoming even redder than his hair. "Let me see that," Gwen said as she reached her arm across Mikaela to swipe the expensive iPod that his parents had bought for him. "No! Don't, I need that!" He protested, while kicking over his stool and running up to Gwen- his outburst catching glares from surrounding students, who hungrily waited for his daily fuck ups. With her legs crossed, she guarded the iPod from his grabbing fat fingers and flicked through it- the white screen making reflections in her baby blue eyes. "You 'need' it? Just give me a minute, Chuck. I like these things." She said, as she flew it around to avoid him. His manboobs swung and pendulumed as he tried to grab back the shiny white rectangle. Soon after, she hit the motherload, and guffawed. "Look at this." She said while holding up the phone to Mikaela's face. Chuckie resigned himself, and slumped over his stool as she scrolled through the pictures. A fat version of Bulma from Dragon Ball gorging herself on sweets, Azumanga Daioh characters pumping eachother full of air like balloons, pregnant Mikuru giving birth to Haruhi Suzumiya, Misty from Pokemon so fat that she was as large as a snorlax, Sailor Moon being rolled like the blueberry girl from Willy Wonka. The list went on and on, as Gwen rotated her black nailpainted finger around the circular pad. Other students surrounded her to see- covering their mouths in horror and gasping. Mikaela asked,"Is this why you're so fat, Chuckie?" While grimly focusing on his avoidant eyes, Gwen slid the iPod back to his side of the table. He grabbed it and slung his backpack above his arm. "You're one to talk," he said out of the corner of his mouth while emotion welled in his throat, and quicky waddled out- his ginger face beaming red. As he left, Mikaela pushed his Sailor Moon pot off of the table- where it shattered. They laughed, as other students distanced themselves from the girls, while exchanging glances. ********** Chuckie ate his bagged lunch alone. His mother had packed it for him- it had a peanut butter sandwich with disgusting low-fat Skippy peanut butter, skim milk carton, a bag of carrots and an apple. He looked around the cafeteria. People gave him weird looks, and he could tell they had talked about what happened. He heard from behind him, "I'm sowwy, fow howwting youw feewings, Chuckie." "What?" Gwen slapped her lunch tray down beside him. On it- only the vegetables, milk carton, fries and a empty bun remained- only the hamburger had been eaten. "I said I'm sorry for hurting your feelings. I didn't mean to." She sat with her skinny pantyhosed legs to the side, and put her elbows hands in her lap- in a position of vulnerability. He knew not to trust her, but she made a statement to the cafeteria by just sitting down with him. Giving him a precious doe-eyed stare, she grabbed the skim milk from the table and sucked on a straw- waiting for him to give a response. "It's okay. I shouldn't have had that on my phone to begin with," he said reluctantly. Selling his soul. "Did you make those drawings?" She asked in a light voice, full of feigned concern- like a doctor questioning a patient in a mental ward. "Yes," he answered, hanging his head in shame- his red hair hanging down in front of his face. Her shifty blue eyes glanced downward. "Well, I just want to say that you're a really good artist." Then she shifted them upward, and straightened herself out. "I'm having a little get together next Saturday, you're welcome to come. If you want to." ******************* December 8th, 2007 Chuckie drove up the Rhys residence on his dirtbike. Outside of the school and outside of the school's dress code, he dressed down- a black NIN T-shirt, jeans with a spandex waist, and chuck taylor's- the only thing that stood out was an expensive diver's wrist-watch. He had sprayed a small amount of cologne on his neck. As he surveyed the home, he nervously scratched his ginger hair. Gwen said that she would be there, but all the lights were shut off, and the accordion drapes were tightly shut. The only window without a covering was the frosted glass on the front door- which was also dark. It was a large, two-story McMansion- probably half-a-million or more, but most likely of a low build quality with paper-thin walls and the like. The roof was blanketed in slow, along with the front yard- adding to it's sterility. Unlike the homes next to it; which had decorative fountains, American flags, lawn furniture, political cantidate signs, cats in the windows, cigarette ash trays, Christmas decorations, fire pits- there was no signs of life. He sighed, and nervously walked up. There were a lot of tracks in the snow and car tracks- more than a For Sale house would be. He got to the front door and rung the buzzer. After a pause and some rustling noises, he saw a figure manifest through the frosted glass- a figure larger than Gwen. Mikaela Hess opened the door, and his heart skipped a beat. Rhys had told Hess that he was coming. She was beaming- maybe because she thought it was funny. "Hi, Chuckie." She leaned on the side of the doorway, displaying her body. One hand held the door, and the other squeezed her childbearing hips- which were in a medium length pleated navy skirt. Her hair trailed all the way down to her hips, and framed her venuslike arms in short sleeves- which had navy blue striped cuffs. Her shirt had a red ribbon and a nautical sailor- uniform collar- which was cropped low and showed her cleavage where matted up hair resided. He realized she was wearing an anime-inspired school uniform- an expensive-looking cosplay- like the anime pictures she had seen on his iPod. Her thick legs were bare and and she wore shin length socks and her uniform mary janes. All-in-all she was dressed like she had been studying his secret art portfolio online, after seeing the sample in class. After her taunting, it was surreal to see her playing along with his interests. He knew what she and Gwen were up to, and he intuitively grabbed her backside through her thick skirt and squeezed it to his fat crotch- rubbing it against his strengthening dick and feeling an immediate wave of pleasure. "I guess you do like fat guys," he said, as she wrapped an arm around his upper-arm to lead him in, then tracing the sides of his muscular arm till she held his hand. It got even more surreal when he entered the house and his leather shoes began crunching on a welcome mat of greasy fast-food bags, as she shut the door behind him, with her free hand. The main room had a roof-high ceiling, and every inch was covered in garbage. Behind the stairway to his left, cargo-sized boxes of unopened products were stacked halfway to the ceiling, marinating in black plastic bags of rotten filth. Fast food bags and pizza boxes lined the bottom of every wall, along with opened cans where flies swarmed. He pretended to ignore it, but stood in awe of how disgusting the house was. He held his limp hand in her's, as she gigerly stepped up the stairs. The entire staircase was a shrine of female shoes. Hundreds of unused shoes spilled out from a tipped-over Walmart box on the top floor and lined the sides of the stairs- many laces of female hooker-boots and tennis shoes were tied around the railings. He was glad to have Mikaela's hand to hold onto, or he would have tripped on numerous pairs of high-heels. The boxes from different shoe companies and stores were arranged in a perfectly rectangular pile under the stairway, amidst the trash bags and other boxes. As they got upstairs, he peeked at her skirt-clad behind. He glanced into the upstairs bathroom- it smelled like the worst truck stop public restroom he could ever imagine. The sink, bathtub, and toilet were all overflowing with brown sludge. Tubes of lipgloss and lipstick floated in rancid fecal water in the bathtub. Unopened packages of mascara and eyeshadow overflowed from the cupboard under the sink, and were draped with the brown stuff coming from above- the sink's mirror also appeared to be smeared with it. Bloody and crusty brown handprints were pressed against the formerly white walls. As they entered a bedroom, he held his blazer up to his nose and muffled out, "Oh my God. What have you girls been doing in here? Have you been holding house parties or something?" "Stick around and you'll find out," Mikaela answered, leading him by the hand into a bedroom- and the she rubbed her hands around his fat and manboobs, maneuvering him to the bed. Torn-out pages of teen fashion magazines plastered every inch of the wall- attacked to the walls and covered in adhesive residue from glue sticks. Most of them were closeups of fashion model's faces- all of them had their eyes cut out. It looked like the crawlspace of a serial-killer. Along with stray pizza-boxes and carryout bags- unopened craft materials were arranged in piles. Scissors, glue, sharpies, crayolas, notebooks, measuring tape. He could see familiar artwork they had done in artclass, during the first week of school when they had done self-portraits- since then Gwen had cut the eyes off of her's. She pushed him onto a canopy bed. The blankets were long buried under a pile of greasy fast food bags and wrappers, which he crunched onto- back first. No drapes hung on the canopy, but on the railing were dozens of Barbie dolls hanging from yarn nooses and looped hair. All the Barbies's eyes were blacked out with permanent marker- resembling effigies hanging from a Satanic shrine. Between the magazines and the Barbies, there were no eyes, except Mikaela's. Her snakey-green pupils stared him down, as she pulled her sailor shirt off- exposing a white polka-dotted bra. Her tits heartily bounced as they exited the fabric. She straddled him and ran her black-nailed fingers down her own plump body, trailing into her skirt. From under her, she looked eggplant shaped and slinky- with perfectly clear skin and no stretch marks- unlike him. Her boobs were very large, and if she had been just a few years older, gravity would have brought them down- but they were perfectly round and draped in hair. He gripped both hands to her hair covered backside- feeling her backside through her hair and towards her mid-section bra strap- up and down, playing with gritty and ticklish hair strands the whole way through. She maneuvered her groin till it rubbed against his erection, which was hidden under his jeans and underwear. Her thick legs were almost completely split- she had a lot of dexterity and moved like she was a dancer. He breathed deeply as she continuously grinded on his penis, alternating between tossing her mop of hair, and rubbing her hands through his collared shirt. He gripped garbage as the fluid rushed from his testicles. Holding back ejaculate, he sunk deeper into the trash- white-knuckle clutching a Taco Bell bag- which suddenly jolted to life and squirmed with squeaking vermin. A heinous amount of mice and cockroaches skittered onto his shirt and under his back, as he flew upwards- knocking Mikaela off of his lap and to the floor, as the warm jet squirting into his underwear and leg- permanently ruining his pants. Her breasts bounded wildly as she was tossed backwards in an avalanche of fast food bags- her tailbone hitting the floor. Thankfully, she was cushioned between bags and her plush posterior. While sitting in the avalanche of junk, she covered her exposed bra with both arms and gave him a bratty pout. "Chuckie, if you leave, were gonna make fun of you." Her voice was raised, and sounded like the imitation of a young girl scolding her dad. He never knew that his crush was such a fucked-up whore. He took his shirt off to rid it of cockroaches. His skin was very stretch marked, and his manboobs were puffy- like he had a hormone imbalance. "What do you want me to do, Mikaela!? This place is a dump. I could never have imagined girls could live like this," he said, while slapping the black T-shirt on the rubble- ridding it of the hive of insects and rodents. "What I want you to do is come down to the basement, for what we had planned. I was just warming you up." She said, lifting herself from the ground, while still hugging her artms to her boobs. "Gwen and Jamie Lombard are down there." Jamie was the pretty redhead from French class- another who never had spoken to him. As they headed into the basement, he slid on an avalanche of garbage- holding the railing to keep himself steady. The smell was asphyxiatingly awful- worse than the bathroom. There had to be one or several rotting chicken carcasses hidden under the trash bags. It smelled like a combination of rotting milk, and what he imagined rotting human body to smell like. The lights were, flickering, and it was damp. The only furniture was a wooden school chair and a wet bar in the back corner. The wet bar was covered in bowls of sludgy-looking food. Instead of booze on the liquor cabinets behind it, it housed baking supplies- cane sugar, brown sugar, large tubs of peanut butter, molasses, flour, baking powder, lard, vegetable oil, eggs, salt, chocolate chips. There was another door nearby, that possibly went to a laundry room. Surrounding the chair, was Jamie and Gwen. Gwen dressed in the small size of Mikaela's cosplay outfit- like a sailor's, with a dress that came down slightly above her kness, red tie in the front, and a nautically designed flap in the back attached to her collar. Her socks were upper-thigh length. The only difference is that her sleeves were long- billowy and cuffed at the end. She wore her uniform's mary janes. Her hair looked typical Gwen- side-swept with a black hairband. Jamie was dressed like she worked at a japanese maid cafe, with an orange and white dress- short puffy sleeves with lace, and an apron in the front. Her feet were bare, with orange high heels- accentuating her long, lanky legs. Her red hair was done in a long pony tail, and her middle- parted bangs went almost past her chin. There were spills from real food on her apron, and she held a mixing bowl and wooden spoon in her hands- she stood in the back near the wet bar, as Gwen marched over. She commandingly motioned to the chair, and was willingly marched by Mikaela to it. He sat down, and Gwen and Mikaela immediately began tying his legs and arms with rope. "Eeeeww.. You smell like semen," Gwen said. It was still drying and had become crusty and sludgy, but as they taped him up, his wet penis began to get slightly hard again. Whatever it was they were doing, he'd never forget it. After he was tied, Gwen snapped her fingers- ordering Jamie Lombard over to him. She scooped and mixed the mixture in the stainless-steel mixing bowl. Her aproned breasts were enhanced by and strap between her chest and belly. She was between Mikaela and Gwen's breast size, and taller than both- mostly due to the high heels. Her face was shaped similarly to Gwen, except her blue eyes were more widely spaced. She was a redhead, but had no freckles. Her red-lipsticked lips grimaced, as she mixed the thick sludge around with the large wooden spoon. Her lanky legs were shapely, and her body was hourglass shaped- she wore her dress and high heels well. She leaned down in a motherly pose, with the cold bowl squeezed against her aproned breasts- dishing out a large amount of sludge to feed Chuckie. It tasted like melted chocolate cookie dough- heavy on the butter and with a hunt of grainy coconut. He happily lapped it up through each spoonful. Some spilled down his chin. Smiling between bites, he piped out, "Hey, Gwen, why's your house so messy?" They all three both paused. Jamie stopped feeding him. Gwen gave him a tilted doe-eyed stare while her costumed arms hung limp against her expensive-looking navy dress. Suddenly she racheted off in a raspy voice, filled with machismo. "Oh, you think your better than me? Is that it?" Mikaela shook her head like he had made the biggest mistake in the world, like a crony trying to puff up a tantruming mafia don, while Jamie just froze in place. He heartily laughed, and looked down at the garbage piles on the floor, trying to find the stray iPod that she was lipsynching to. "This is what I had planned, Chuckles. We made you some yummy food, and we were gonna feed it to you. If you have a better plan, speak now or forever hold your peace." Her posture was indignate and pouty- in contrast with her commanding and official voice. "Because we can get really nasty, if that's what you want, fat boy." He chucked, and shook his head- figuring he must be on a hidden camera. Regardless, his life was over- and it had been. The two of them seemed like they were psychologically breaking him- twisting a knife in before leaked the footage on the internet. The fat nerd, who thought he had hit the jackpot- his mistake immortalized through Ebaum's World or Funny junk, like the Star Wars kid. Through a rictus-grin, he said, "You three can go to the news for all I care, I just want to get out of here. My mom doesn't know where I am, and I want to get back before the sun goes down." Jamie piped up "Whaddya think boss, should we let him out to see his mommy?" While limply holding the mixing bowl and spoon. He tilted his head all the way back and laughed hysterically. He was an expert of dissassociating himself from painful situations- it's what got him through school. Gwen shook her head and catwalked to his chair, grabbing him with her loosely-cuffed sleeves and dug her fingers into the side of his fat neck- tickling and hurting him at the same time. She was unusually strong. Through her light-pink, pouting and wet lips, she spit, "Listen, you ginger wanker- if you think you can even pretend you're better than me, you got another thing coming. I'm a pretty girl, and you're a fat social- reject." She then balled-up her fists against her sides, while looming down at him. Her nails were decorated with tiny skeletons- like the pot he had seen her make. He had stopped laughing, and considered that she might not be lipsynching- but somehow faking a remarkably deep voice. He firmed up, but a tear from his fit of laughter still lingered in his eye. "You girls are crazy. You are literally crazy. I've never thought I'd meet a bunch of actual lunatics, but I did. And it's-" "Shaddit!" Gwen screamed, as Mikaela leapt out- to stuff a whole bra deep into his mouth and throat. When he began gagging, she pulled a little out and snipped it with a classroom scissor, so he wouldn't puke- then applied duct tape to his mouth. Jamie Lombard and Mikaela Hess picked up his chair and moved him backwards, as Gwen Rhys girlishly motioned 'bye- bye- with her hand. Her other had was on her hip, and one of her legs was bowed. He was taken to what he thought was the laundry room. It was dark and covered with sound-dampening padding- where the rotting carcass smell was coming from. On the floor there were several hollowed out human carcasses. All the meat was freshly removed- and they were dry as a bone. He could see enormous greasy and bloody splatters under them, as if they had been filled up with liquid and popped like water-balloons. As Mikaela shut the door on him, an unnaturally deep voice escaped her chubby lips; "We'll be back for feeding time." ******************** To be continued.. Probably a month, or longer.