1:26 a.m. - 2006-09-13
Frank Makes A Friend
Frank sighed, lifting his remote and clicking the TV off. maury was doing another show on those damn fat babies. Who cared if someone else had a fat baby? If they wanted to feed their kids nothing but cookie dough and warmed lard, that was their perogative, but he certainly didn't want to watch those kids waddle across the stage while the audience gasped and cooed over them. it just wasn't good television, he thought to himself as he scraped a few hours worth of powdered Cheeto cheese off his sausage like fingers before hauling his temendous bulk out of his easychair. The chair groaned in relief to be rid of him, for once.
Frank was feeling a little peckish. the bucket of KFC he had eaten an hour ago hadn't left him feeling full, and the fridge was down to nothing but a few bottles of varied condiments and a box of baking soda that should probably be replaced. He was forced to doubt that it was any good after it had turned green and started to grow it's own fuzzy coat. Slipping on his shoes, Frank had given up on shoelaces years ago, when he had stopped being able to reach his own feet without his heart doing that uncomfortable squeezy thing, he made his way out to his customized van. Some damn punk neighborhood kids hat painted an obese version of the Batman symbol on the side of it several months ago, and since then Frank had dubbed it 'The Fatmobile'. More people should be able to laugh at themselves like that.
The old van's shocks squeaked angrily as Frank climbed into the specially made bucket seats, it took a lot of bucket to cup his ass anymore, and strapped himself in with the extra extended seatbelt. Saftey first, after all. Carefully he pulled out of the drive and made his way downtown. He was feeling a bit like mexican, and hoped that Taco Bell still had the grande meal he liked.
'Damn red lights,' Frank muttered to himself, munching on MnM's he kept in the driver side cup holder.
'Hey baby, you looking for a date?' a smooth voice asked from his passenger window. Mostly confused, Frank looked over at a tall, thin, blonde woman, leaning against the door, smiling wide through heavily painted red lips. Frank raised a meaty eyebrow at her. '20 bucks an hour, just for you, hot stuff,' she cooed.
Frank shrugged and struggled over to open the door. The woman crawled in and perched herself in the passenger seat. '20 bucks, eh?' he asked, pulling his wallet out of his shirt pocket.
'Just for you,' she said with a wink, watching his wallet like a hungry cat.
Frank tossed a 20 at her and made his way through the light as it started to turn yellow again. In silence they made their way through the city till he found a nice, secluded parking lot, outside the local gym. Parking he swiveled his seat to face backwards and dug his semi erect cock out of the folds of his sweat pants. 'Well, hop to, lady,' he said, leaning back and lifting his stomach up and out of the way. It had been a long time since Frank had gotten out at someone elses hand, or anything else, and for $20 he wasn't going to say no, even if she was an emaciated skank.
The hooker smiled again, and took a knee in front of him, working his member into a decent erection before taking it deep into her mouth. 'Tastes like Cheetos,' she giggled, a sound that was more tinny and harsh than sweet. Frank grunted a general accension and mentally reminded himself to wash his hands before switching over to Skinamax next time.
A minute or two later Frank grunted his way towards orgasm. He never even noticed loosing his grip on his belly fat, or the hookers frantic flailing and struggle for air. 'Ahhh,' he sighed. 'That was good, sweetcheeks, where do you want me to drop you off?' He glanced down, shifting his stomach and waiting for a responce. 'Heh, need to get your breath, do ya?'
Freed from the suffocating tomb of his flesh, the hooked slid to the ground, eyes bulging from her head, a thick glob of semen oozing from her mouth back into her ear. Frank sighed, tucked himself back into his pants, and rifled through her purse for his $20 back. She wasn't going to need it, and he was still hungry. Maybe after he'd eaten he would take her for another, better, ride. Dead girls didn't complain when you broke their pelvises, after all, he thought with a grin.
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