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.
The words were spoken by her and she didn't know how she could even be considering it, "this is a hundred percent sure fire, no bullshit?"
"Yip; if I cum in you. I am somewhat of an expert."
This was it, her last option: fuck Lard or have this baby...
The latter was almost more bearable...
"Fine," she said softly, conceding to what she told herself wasn't really a decision.
Lard smiled from ear to ear, "so, missionary position is like a no, no, for me; so you need to like hop on up here and get busy, he said awkwardly turning a shallow shade of pink.
Max pulled her face again in disgust; from where she stood she couldn't even see his dick even though he was naked, folds of skin from his stomach rolling over his thighs. She pulled down her pants and panties in one go kicking off her boots, ignoring the groan from Lard.
She got on the bed and turned her back on him, sitting on his wobbly stomach. Max pulled her face as she pulled back the folds of his skin and found his dick that was a stumpy erect rod. Lard breathed rapidly as if he were a pregnant woman trying to control her contractions as Max took firm hold of his warm cock and started pumping her fist up and down it. She removed her hand that was keeping the folds of his stomach at bay- which rolled down around her other hand- moving it between her legs.
She tried to take her mind off what she was about to do, ignoring how disgusted she was with the thought of fucking Lard. Instead as her hand rubbed over her moist pussy; memories of the fucking Alec had given her flooded back to her. as she dipped her finger in her slit and ran it in and out arousing herself; she thought back to how hard Alec had given it to her, driving his massive cock in and out of her, screwing her up against the kitchen counter- it had felt so good, his cock had been so hard ramming in and out of her over and over again. She gripped tighter around Lard's cock thrusting her hand up and down, her finger curling up in her moistening cunt as she fingered herself furiously with the memories of how good it had felt being taken by Alec felt...
"Fffffhrrrntghgh, foo, phoo, foo," Lard panted as Max masturbated him, "Sop, stop," he groaned.
Max was yanked from her thoughts back to the present; Lard's cock was throbbing in her hand. Her own juices were now tickling over her hand. She pulled her finger from herself and shuffled forward, lining up with Lard's cock. Holding it firmly she lowered herself down.
"Euh," she hitched as his knob connected with her entrance. She took a breath and sank down swallowing his shaft and stretching around his stubby girth. His Large stomach pushed up against her butt as she pushed down taking him in inch by inch; just over halfway down she found she couldn't sink any further. Max craned her neck to look at Lard; his eyes were snapped shut, and his face had turned purple as he breathed rapidly, overcome by her scintillating hot sex; she should have guessed he was a virgin.
Unable to push down Max pulled up, his cock slipping out of her cunt slightly before easing down again. Her pussy gripped around his cock as she started riding him, her hands flat on his mushy stomach, holding herself steady as she slowly thrust her waist up and down. Though she was fucking him begrudgingly, her pussy was squeezing his shaft as it slipped over it and her breathing picked up, her clit starting to throb. Despite herself she started going faster, grinding her hips as much as she could over him.
It seemed as just as she was starting to enjoy the sex though it was over; Lard was pulsing frantically inside her and when she humped him faster, he went cross-eyed and let rip. Max's knees trembled as her ejaculated inside her, her pussy gripping and milking his wads of semen...
Slightly disappointed and completely unsatisfied, Max pulled off him, got off the bed and put on her pants.
"Wow, you are g-great," Lard said out of breath.
"Yeah whatever," Max smirked rudely, "so that's it, it's done?"
"My sperm will act in the same way as the reagent you used before, so you-"
Bullets ripped through the container shredding the bed, and TV sets. Survival senses kicking in immediately; Max dived to the ground covering her head as the bullets sprayed over her head. The door slid open...
"Max, Max you ok!" Alec yelled over the gunfire.
"Holy shit," he swore looking over at the bed.
