Terminal City...
The glow of the black motorcycles headlamp glinted across the tracks as it entered the train yard.
"Hey watch your hands," Max yelled at Alec as she fixed her yellow tinted shades.
Alec who sat behind her on the bike moved his hands from just under her breasts down over her waist.
"I told you; us having sex was no more than Manticore's breeding program-"
"Which, as I recall, you refused to participate in," Alec chirped, "bet you wish you hadn't now though, huh?"
"Ergh," Max grimaced, the glow she felt after the great fuck Alec had given her dissolving as his usual cocky attitude resurfaced.
"How did you find out about this Lard guy anyway?" She asked.
"Most Manticore's freaks relocated here; met him through a lizard looking recon soldier- Why the hell does a recon soldier have reptile DNA? It was a left back there by the way," Alec said pointing his thumb over his shoulder. Max gave a frustrated grunt and spun her bike around then sped left between two freight containers.
She stopped her bike in front of one of the containers, Alec getting off it and wrapping loudly on the sliding door.
"Enter," came a voice from within.
Alec slid the door open and got up into it, Max following his lead. The first thing that caught her eye was the soft glow that came from a dozen TV sets standing on steel packing shelves. All the TV's were facing a double bed that stood atop concrete bricks; and all of them displayed three different channels, the only three channels available after the Pulse.
"You know what's cool? When that Eyes Only guy does his cable hacks, and all my TV's switch to it at the same time," said the voice who had invited them in.
Max's eyes bulged as she looked at the bed in the direction the voice had come from. The man on it was enormous; taking the full space on the entire double bed, obese was just not adequate enough to describe him. He looked like a naked mass of folded flesh. His massive triple chinned face grinned at Max, looking at her toned, sexy body, "Who's the dish," he asked Alec?
Alec looked up at him sniggering, "Oh, she's Manticore," he said amused at the way Max was gawping at Lard, X5."
"Yeah?" smirked Lard still leering at Max, "they designated me XXL; thought 'emselves comedians."
"Her name's Max, Lard, she-"
"Whoa are we forgetting something Alec?" Lard asked cutting him short abruptly.
Alec sighed; then reached into his jacket and pulled out a bag of potato chips tossing it to Lard who immediately ripped it open (spilling most of it over his chest) and stuffing it into his mouth.
"That's fresh," Alec said, "real hard to find these days. No one makes fresh chips anymore."
"Yeah, yeah, yer stuffs in the locker."
Max tore her eyes from Lard to look over at Alec who walked over to the locker, opened it and took out a few phials of liquid pocketing them, "we have an agreement. Don't worry, it's all legit," Alec said noticing the questioning glare she was giving him; "phials are filled with Manticore designed cures to the new diseases that popped up after the Pulse, taken from Lard's DNA before Manticore was destroyed. I render a service for a small fee."
He turned back to the overly fat man on the bed, "now then, Lard, my friend Max here has a problem that merits the use of your Manticore traits."
Lard's eyes fell back on Max and he smiled, "really?" Do tell?"
Max looked at him somewhat adjusted to his flopping bulk and immense size, "what exactly did you do at Manticore, Lard?"
"I was used as a test subject to strengthen human immunities. Spliced with crocodile DNA; you know they can withstand any disease?"
"Anywoo, I was injected with the deadliest viruses and the strongest drugs and withstood it all. Of course the side effects left me a bit chubby," Lard finished off, emptying the chip packet in his mouth, "you X5 transgenic's got some of your tolerance for truth serums from my coding."
"So what's your problem?" He asked Max again.
She took a short breath then started telling him the story of her dilemma leaving out unnecessary details like who she had screwed to get the toxin neutralised, or that she had attempted her own experiment with Alec.
At first Lard remained silent; then he looked at Alec, "if you could wait outside so that I can have a private word with Max," he said sounding as if he were invoking doctor/patient confidentiality.
Alec looked from Lard to Max and back again, shrugged, then headed out of the container. Alone in the room Lard was again eyeing Max up and down, making her feel a bit uncomfortable, he said, "I'm guessing you're hoping that if I were to give you a transfusion of my blood the properties in my cells would counteract the toxin..."
"It would most likely work, but the problem is, Manticore used specialized equipment to make different extractions from me, whether blood samples, or tissue and bone marrow samples, and as you may have heard, Manticore went ka-blowy..."
"You see I'm so obese that my veins are too thin, and my skin too thick for conventional methods."
Max looked over at the locker from where Alec had taken his stash-
"And what's in there won't help; all that serums are pre-dated Manticore medicine from before your squads break-out."
Max looked defeated; her last hope, shattered.
"Buuut," Max looked back up at Lard as he grinned at her, "there is another way if you're really desperate."
Max didn't like the sound of this, and knew it couldn't be good, still despite herself, she took his queue, "what?" She asked.
"Sperm," Lard replied, almost matter-of-factidly, "genetic data of males are passed on through sex."
"You have got to be kidding me," Max said pulling her face.
"Nope. My sperm will do the job same as my blood, in much the same way that Adony clone's sperm boosted your fertility."
Max looked at the obese mass that was Lard momentarily contemplating if it was even physically possible to fuck him.
