BUTTERS' OBSESSION.

Leopold Butters Stotch had a commodious obsession for one Bebe Stevens. So commodious, it was almost unhealthy... It was unhealthy. She consumed his every notion, uppermost his mind, he never ever stopped thinking about her. Her dazzlingly, enticing, shapely, and sensuously wholesome figure. Her innocent, angelic, jocularity persona. Her beauteous face, her twinkling green orbs. Everything in every single aspect of her was perfect. Flawless. Pristine. Fresh. Virginal. Sultry. Sometimes she was so impudent, it was hard to not to feel lustful towards her. And now he he couldn't endure his passion. He had to have her. Caress her. Hold her. And now was his opportunity to express his deepest desire.

Bebe Stevens seated herself carefully on the bench, accompanied by her friends Wendy, and Red. Butters seeing his chance, swiftly perched beside her.

"Butters... What are you doing here?" Bebe questioned in confusion. Butters mustered the brightest grin he could, and turned to her.

"I-I need to tell you something, er Bebe... Alone?" Butters responded nervously, executing his habit, twiddling his fingers. Bebe's expression changed from confusion to dread.

"I'm not sure Butte-" Bebe began dubiously.

"PLEASE!" Butters yelled in desperation, seizing her hands, pulling her close to him. "Please Bebe, please..." He said softly. Bebe nodded, uncertain of what was to commence. She dismissed her friends, and followed Butters behind the Bicycle Shed.

"What is it Butters?" Bebe asked apathetic.

"Well, Bebe, I love you." Butters stated simply. Bebe's apathetic look, soon changed to horror.

"Oh no Butters, I'm sorry, but I-I don't want to date you, okaaay?" Bebe told the timid boy.

"N-No! Don't you see, I love you! I am passionately in love with you, your beautiful, lovely, and you have a g-great sense of humour, and I think that deserves to be treated. Right. 'Cause your special Bebe. I'd do anything to be with you B-Bebe. Travel to the moon and back, if I could merely give you a peck on the cheek. I-I love you Bebe, and without you, my love has nowhere to go..." Butters pleaded affectionately. Bebe was surprised to find herself, not heading away instantly, and never talking to him again. But she didn't. She stood there. Not sure what to say.

"Butters," She said eventually, "That's the most sweetest thing, I've ever heard..." She heard herself say. She felt her heart rate accelerate as the boy kissed her, gently. Then she felt herself, move closer, kissing him back. To Butters the kiss felt heavenly, divine, and wonderous. To Bebe, unexpectedly, the feeling was interchangable. When they finally pulled away, they heard a faint cackle from another nearby. That instant the two spun to the left to see a blubbery turd, oogling them, howling with laughter. It was Cartman. The stout little excrement, that happened to grow legs, arms, walk, and talk. It was the worst case scenario. They both knew Cartman wasn't of the sort to keep such a diminishing secret.

"HA-HA-HA, the pussy and the slut!" Cartman laughed animalistically.

"H-hey Eric, don't you dare call Bebe a slut, you f****** fatso. Yeah that's right go play with yaself ya stupid turd!" Butters screamed in defense.

"... I..." Cartman trailed off, surprisingly, he couldn't respond.

"That's right Eric!" Butters roared, "Piss off!"

"... Okay..." Cartman heard himself say, and slowly strolled away. It was only then, Butters had realized what he'd just said.

"Oh, I-I just insulted E-Eric, I feel bad now..." Butters stammered worriedly. But Bebe reassured him, wrapping her arms around his waist.

"It's fine Butters, thanks for standing up for me, like that..." Bebe whispred in appreciation.

Butters knew it was merely a lecherous desire that was provoking him to do this. But now he felt different. He felt something much more...

EURGH, sickening. Next Chapter will be different. If anyone cares.