Skinny Bitch Massacre: Heather Gets Some Ghost Dick and a Giant Corndog
Summer camp 1989. New Jersey swamp.
Heather, a curly haired SSBBW, is eating corn dogs at a picnic table while reading Gregory A. Douglas' "The Nest."
Chadwick, a conventionally attractive douche, struts over to her. He is wearing yellow and blue striped socks, a white tee and cut-off jean shorts. His mesh trucker hat, emblazoned with an arrow pointing at his groin, features the Wendy's advertising slogan "Where's the Beef?" He is an obvious idiot. Bulging through his shorts, is the veiniest and longest penis New Jersey has ever seen.
Heather is aroused. Why do I want this moron's cock? Lord knows she hasn't had dick in ages. She tells herself, "Look, you're a sloppy bitch, but you have breasts that most men dream of. Let him feed on your massive mammaries and you'll get his fucking manhood."
"What are you reading?" he asks.
"It's about mutant roaches and women making sandwiches."
"The mutant roaches make sandwiches?"
Heather cracks up, while Chadwick stands befuddled. Deflecting, she points at his boing boing boner.
"Sorry, it does that."
Becca skips over, jump roping all the way. The vapid valley girl notices his rock-hard salute, looks at Heather and says "What are you doing talking to her? She's so yuck. Like gag me with a spoon."
"Does it take a spoon? I heard you have no gag reflex Becca," says Heather.
"Shut-up you stupid Greek bitch."
"I'm from Paramus."
"You know what I mean. Like ya know, with your oily curls, you look like Captain Lou Albano."
"How's the bulimia?" Asks Heather while giving fast food fellatio to the corn dog. Chadwick is aroused by Heather's throating of the cornbread ding-dong. Becca is seduced by all the deep-fried cornmeal. Skinny bitch is hungry.
He finally butted in. "Look, I think you should both get with the Chadwick. Am I right?" He asks, shooting imaginary air pistols with his fingers.
Though a dunderhead, if his dangling dick ran the U.N., maybe we could stop the nukes and save the whales. He would get it on with anyone. His only politics are "let's fuck." Heather knows this. Becca is delusional and thinks she is special with her Linea Quiqley workout bod.
Pouty princess Becca shakes her ponytail in exasperation, grabbing the mustard bottle and spraying it all over Heather.
Heathers' anger turns to an evil smirk when she realizes the mustard makes her giant tits, peeking through a slimy and soaked t-shirt, the most glorious thing mankind has ever seen.
"Are you drooling?" asks Becca, as she slaps at Chadwick's chest. He doesn't respond. She grabs his crotch and leads him to the lake.
On her way to the shower, Heather quips "Hey Barbie, just know he'll be thinking about my mustard jugs while he's fucking you."
Becca looks at Chadwick expecting a rebuttal but gets none.
Down by the lake, Becca and Chadwick are getting hot and heavy. She gets down on her knees, unzips his fringed jean shorts and is genuinely shocked by his massive member.
"You're so."
"I know baby. I know."
She smacks herself in the face with his super schlong. Giggling, she takes his entire dick in her mouth. Her cheeks look like a greedy chipmunk preparing for a famine.
As she bobs her bubblehead up and down on Chadwick's cock, she sees what she thinks is the beautiful agony of his o-face. She is impressed with her dick sucking skills. "Mommy said I would never be good at anything. Look at me now mother," she thinks to herself. She could sense his eruption. "You're about to cum baby. Right on my face. Yummy cummies."
Chadwick explodes. A slurry of cum and blood lands on her face. Curious, she rubs some on her finger. "Red cum? I've never had red cum before," she says humming a song that only plays in her head. "Red red cum you make me feel so dumb. Keep me sticking dongs in my bum."
As she moves toward the tip of his penis, a red-hot poker bursts through his dick and through her mouth exiting out the back of her head. The tip of Chadwick's penis and Becca's brain fall in a giallo explosion of saliva, cum and plasma as they plop to the ground.
Heather enters the showers where Carly, a closeted conservative, is already rub a dub dubbing. She catches Carly peaking at her. Though she doesn't mind, she won't give her the satisfaction.
"What?" Asked Heather.
Embarrassed, Carly responded "You should really put those things away. Maybe shower with a bathing suit. Those massive meat-bags are really distracting."
"I don't think a straight girl would say that." said Heather.
"I'm not a dyke."
"It's okay. We should be allies. Fuck the normies."
