hey you all it's your very own george. here is another chapter i wrote just now because i was dissatisfied with the last one. hopefully this will make up for it and you will not whip me raw out of disappointment and frustration

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As I moved through the town, wiping Dorito dust from my mouth and fingers, I heard a terrible scream echoing from over by the beach. Not a jokey scream or a scream you could just ignore; a scream of pure terror. ((((((it made me hard_) just kidding :)not really

I raced down the hill quickly, ignoring my pounding heart and the terror brewing in my stomach. All I knew in that moment was that I was the mayor, and one of my citizens was hurt. I needed to help, if I could. I leapt the last few metres down onto the white sand and urged my aching muscles on towards the end of the beach where I saw a prone figure...

It was a seagull, sprawled unconscious and sodden on the hot sand. Isabelle stood beside him, fear all over her weird dog-lady face. In the ocean beside the two a large sea bass bobbed silently in the water, observing.

"You'll be pleased to know I'm straight again," I gasped in an unfit but also suave and sexual manner. Obviously my dick, fuelled by the energy of a hundred Doritos, had shot up to twice my body height and was swaying precariously several feet about me. Like a worm who heard lots of noise and came out the ground to see what was going on. worms are IDIOTS.

"I was just walking on the beach and collecting seashells, and he was just lying there," wept Isabelle, "it was so horrible...so horrible." She covered her face with her furry paws and dissolved into sobs.

"I don't get it," I said, swaying slightly so that my MegaWormDick gently nudged Isabelle's head, "he's just resting. All we need to do is wake him up and he'll be on his way."

It was at this point I noticed quite a large and messy bullet wound in the seagull's head. Ah. He was definitely dead. I would like to say that it didn't make me harder, but I would be lying - as Isabelle let out a wail I closed my eyes with regret and came all over myself, Isabelle and the dead seagull. What a world. It rained down like shameful snow.

The sea bass watched, smiling. Smug.

"Ok, well, since I'm not hard any more - thanks for this, by the way - I now see that our only option is to bury the body," I said. Isabelle looked at me fearfully, here eyes large and dark with fright.

"B-bury? But we need to go to the police," she said, turning to walk away. I grabbed her stupid little pony tail thing and she whined with pain.

"If you go to the police this town is done for," I skrelped dramatically in a low tone. "I'm done for. I can't let you do that."

"Are you crazy?" yipped Isabellasaurous Rex, struggling, "We could be next! This is dangerous..."

"Isabelle, if you go to the police you will be fucking next," I said.

She stopped struggling and stared at me. "Oh, my god."

"Isabelle, just listen-"

"Was it you?"

"Let me explain-"

"I knew it was crazy to let you come out of nowhere and be mayor, oh my god oh my fucking-"

I slapped her and threw her to the floor.

"Listen to me, ok? It wasn't me. I swear to you. But I know who it fucking was and if we go to the police it'll be on my head."

Isabelle was crying again, her face contorted with pain. "I don't understand."

"That sea bass..." I swivelled around to point but the creature was gone. "Did you see it?"

Isabelle nodded.

"That sea bass has been setting me up since the day I got here. The sea bass shot the seagull. It wants to frame me, get me into some kind of messed-up political scandal. It wants to ruin my entire life and I don't fucking know why..."

I fell to the ground and started to sob as Isabelle watched me, unsure. Just as I was beginning to feel it was a lost cause she put her paw gently on my shoulder.

"I...I believe you," she said quietly. I wiped my eyes and looked at her face in shock. It was the last thing I expected her to say. I only half believed it myself.

"The sea bass around here...well, everyone hates them. Everyone knows there's something not right with them. It was only a matter of time." She stood up and dried her eyes determinedly. I'll help you. You can count on me, Mayor Fleshynub."

"Thank you..." I half-laughed, half-cried with relief, "thank you Isabelle." I smiled up at her. I definitely was straight. As I staggered to my feet I locked eyes with her, the both of us grinning. I took a step towards her.

I threw up Doritos all over her.

"I'M SORRY," I choked through the orange streams, "I JUST ATE SO MANY FUCKING DORITOS."

The puke wouldn't stop coming. Endless rivers forced their way out of my mouth, covering myself, Isabelle, the seagull and the beach.

"I R-REALLY WANTED TO F-FUCK YOU," I gargled googlarpingly. Isabelle looked at me coyly and to my surprise she smiled.

"Lucky for you...this is my fetish," she smummed, removing her cardigan and shirt slowly.

"BUT I CAN'T STOP," I screamed. Isabelle stepped into the path of my puke and let it shower her fur.

"Good," she moaned.

And we had nasty sex on the beach by the body of a dead seagull as I projectile vomited all over us.

Afterwards we lay there, side by side, listening to the sea.

"That was amazing," Isabelle said, smiling at me.

I didn't speak. I felt vile. I felt sick, and thirsty, and perverted. I wanted this day to end and stood up quickly, my limp dick slapping wetly against my leg like a pathetic admonishment.

"Let's bury this body before it gets dark," I mumbled, but as I moved towards it, my vision started to swim. I didn't even have time to call for Isabelle before my knees hit the cooling sand and everything turned to black.

ok that is chapter 4. its a long one eh. hope u enjoy btw he's not dead just dehydrated from all the puking probably. loves ya i'll write chap 5 soonishly