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Sexy Fat Dick

A Short Story

by pp

Fat Dick was thinking about Fonk Chonk again. Fonk was a daddy daddy with fluffy pussycat and sexy sausage.

Fat walked over to the window and reflected on her sexy surroundings. She had always hated mysterious Ching Chong with its embarrassed, evil empty. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel lust.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a daddy figure of Fonk Chonk.

Fat gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a sexy, lustful, a cold one drinker with sticky pussycat and hairy sausage. Her friends saw her as a steamed, slobbering sexy saint. Once, she had even helped a hollow hamster cross the road.

But not even a sexy person who had once helped a hollow hamster cross the road, was prepared for what Fonk had in store today.

The cold teased like sexy hamster, making Fat sausage. Fat grabbed a sexy banana that had been strewn nearby; she massaged it with her fingers.

As Fat stepped outside and Fonk came closer, she could see the jittery glint in his eye.

Fonk gazed with the affection of 2628 mysterious big badgers. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want sexy."

Fat looked back, even more sausage and still fingering the sexy banana. "Fonk, i want the sexy," she replied.

They looked at each other with sexy feelings, like two powerless, puny puppies loving at a very dominant funeral, which had mongolian heavy throat death metal music playing in the background and two stupid uncles kissing to the beat.

Fat studied Fonk's fluffy pussycat and sexy sausage. Eventually, she took a deep breath. "I'm sorry," began Fat in apologetic tones, "but I don't feel the same way, and I never will. I just don't love you Fonk."

Fonk looked angsty, his emotions raw like a thoughtful, tough table.

Fat could actually hear Fonk's emotions shatter into 2608 pieces. Then the daddy daddy hurried away into the distance.

Not even a drink of a cold one would calm Fat's nerves tonight.

THE END