by Scarlett M Butler
Becca sighed and shifted her body in the water as a long, sharp sound, kind of like a train’s whistle, emerged from her rotund posterior. Soon, a massive collection of bubbles burst through the surface of the bathwater, bringing with them a sweetly succulent, yet slightly sour, smell.
Becca giggled. “Oops,” she murmured, reaching a hand down to touch herself, “I farted again!”
As Becca began fondling her calf, she could feel the lust boiling up from within herself.
“Oh!” she moaned, and cried out her own name, as she angled her foot to the proper position, and then stuffed her leg up inside her, all the way up to the knee.
Then she felt something on her shoulder. Her entire 4’11, 346 lb frame shivered at the man’s touch. She knew it was a man; and she knew exactly which man it was!
It was her most recent lover. His name was Dan. Dan the Man. Becca had been residing in his home for almost 3 months now. Ever since the first day that she met him …
It had been a bright day. A bright, and sunny day. A Wednesday. A wonderful Wednesday.
Becca had been sauntering down the street, her trenchcoat hanging open around her voluptuous form in order to reveal all of her body, save that which was covered by the tiny, twelve-sizes-too-small hot pink thong. She had been whistling, too—a sound that was somehow very similar to the sound that occurred when air left the cleft between her butt cheeks, as well! Becca had always wondered at the similarities between her face and her ass. For one, both had cheeks! For another, both emitted the same sounds! And finally, both were perfect receptacles for the sweet, sweet cream that Becca craved so much, so often.
Suddenly, Becca had an idea. She grabbed her lover’s arm, and, using the martial arts skills that she had honed in her youth as a black belt in karate, she flipped him over her head and into the bathtub with her. Most of the brownish water splashed over the sides as he landed, head first, into the porcelain tub, but Becca barely took any notice. Nor did she take any notice when the water began to turn red, due to the blood that was pouring from her lover’s now-cracked skull.
Becca turned herself around, and pulled her lover up onto her back. “I can feel myself cumming!” she told him, thrusting her back door onto his softness. “Clean my hole with your seed!” she cried out to him, beginning to move. “Clean me!”
And so she moved, her dead lover lying limply above her. Becca didn’t notice; she just kept moving, keeping up the pace, even as her bm began to emerge from her hole, sliding slickly past his soft member. The bm then dived into the water nose cone first, receiving a perfect ten from the judges. It was a dive to remember.
“I’m cumming!” Becca shouted as the last of the bm emerged from her dirty hole. “I’m cumming! Clean me, clean me!! I’m CUMMING!”
And with that last, violent cry, she came, her brown juices flowing down and exiting through her back door.
Sighing, Becca slumped down into the water, onto her belly, letting her dead lover rest atop her back. “Was it as good for you, babe?” she slurred.
When she didn’t get an answer, Becca began to cry. “Oh, I get it! It’s over, isn’t it? Just because sodomy is illegal in several states doesn’t mean that we can’t rebel, and be free! And besides, if I were going to be arrested for anything it would be statutory rape, since you’re only 13! I don’t even know why your mom lets me stay here! She thinks that I’m your tutor, from school! Your foreign exchange student tutor! Only … I’m neither foreign, nor a tutor! In fact, I … I … I never went to college!” Becca burst into tears all over again.
After a few minutes, Becca sighed, and stretched. She daintily stepped out of the bathtub, letting her dead lover sink, face down, to the bottom of the brown water. Becca smirked. “So you’re going to see how long you can hold your breath under there, huh?” she questioned with a giggle and a wink. “Well, good luck! But I’m sorry, Sweaty … I have to leave. I’ll miss you, Dan. I really will. But I must be on my way. Did you know, I haven’t lost a single thong since I met you? It disturbs me somewhat. So, I must be moving on, to the next town. To my next lover.”
A single tear slipped down her face. “I’m sorry, Dan … but this is the way it has to be!”
She slipped on her thong and her trench coat, and without another word, she left Dan’s life forever, as he had already left hers.
Becca hummed an off-key version of Sisqo’s “The Thong Song” as she skipped, literally, down the street.
Suddenly, she heard a growling sound, and ducked into an alleyway, peeking her head out to look and see if she could find the tiger or other large animal that had produced the sound.
A tumble weed tumbled past her, but that was all. Other than that, the street was completely deserted.
Becca scrunched up her nose and looked around through narrowed eyes. Where was this thing that kept growling?
And then she realized that it was her stomach!
Boy, did she feel foolish!
Becca giggled and rubbed her tummy, which was naked due to the fact that her trench coat had fallen open at some point during her skipping spree.
“Wow,” Becca said to herself, “I must be hungry! Or else I ate a tiger for lunch.” She tried to remember what she had had for lunch. Oh, yes. A tuna sandwich on rye, 3.5 dill pickles, 4 bags of lay’s potato chips (bet you can’t eat just one bag!), a can of peanut butter, 2 oranges (because she’d slept with enough sailors to know how horrible a thing scurvy is!), 5 Big Macs she had gotten from a McDonald’s employee with whom she had been flirting, who had promised to give them to her if she went away (she loved it when they played hard to get!), 12 milk shakes, 2 bottles of Vanilla Coke, one package of Krispy Kreme donuts, and to top it all of, a piece of brie cheese. It had been a very delicious lunch, but Becca didn’t recall eating any tigers! Unless …
She shook her head. What was McDonald’s cumming to these days? Putting tigers in their big macs! She really should complain!
Becca’s stomach growled again, followed by a hollow sounding rumble. “Well, I guess I’m hungry, so I’d better find some food to eat!” She sighed. “I could really go for a hot dog and a donut right about now! Or maybe some funyons and twizzlers.” Becca licked her lips. She loved combinations of food that involved something long and lean, and something else soft and round, with a hole in the middle. Such food combinations were just so … tasty!
A very tasty treat, for Becca to eat.
So, Becca skipped down the alleyway, accidentally knocking down a trashcan. She blinked for a moment, and looked inside. Therein lay a blueberry bagel and a slim jim!
“Mmm,” Becca began to drool. So what if there was mold and a few maggots growing all over them? They still looked downright tasty to the famished Becca!
And besides, she thought, popping her meal down her throat while not realizing that her thong had fallen off and was just then floating down the alleyway, landing in yet another of the numerous trash cans, slim jims, slim fast … what’s the difference?
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Wednesday was Wonderful
