text: [Themes: horror, drama, psychological]
  
  Hank wasn't sure this was a good idea, but after taking another glance over at the redhead, he decided that he didn't have a chance with her, so it was time to put on the beer goggles. He reached out and slammed the beer that was in front of him. Before the creature next to him could react, he yelled out to the bartender, "Oy! Break it out! Shots of tequilla for me and the lady here." He cringed when he called the beast a lady, but he felt her sticky hands run up his back and under his shirt as she cooed at him.
  
  The bartender slapped down two shot glasses in front of Hank. He sloppily poured the two shots. He reached back for some lemons, but Hank just grabbed the shot and slammed it. "Oh yeah!" he cried out as the liquid burned his throat. He waved the bartender towards the glass and the bartender filled it up again just as the monster next to him was picking up the first one. He glanced over at the rotund blob and quickly slammed the next drink. He pointed at the shot glass again as the thing said, "You sure can drink there cutie." She lifted up the bottom of her shirt and a layer of flab similar to a truck tire rolled out. She continued, "Don't you want to lick the sugar off me for your shot?"
  
  Without looking, Hank grabbed the third shot and slammed it. He then took the shot glass out of her hand and slammed that one, too. His throat was on fire and his stomach was already doing summersaults, but he waved the bartender back towards the shot glasses again. And again the bartender filled them. He looked at the girl and said, "Sorry hun, about the drink," he looked her up and down and at the many layers of fat now hanging out over the waistband of her pants as he continued, "I just had to, you know?"
  
  She giggled and spit flew between the space where she was missing teeth. She said, "Oh yeah, baby. I know what you mean. I've got what you need, don't I?" She put her hands under her udders, lifting them, as she started swaying in a way that someone, somewhere might have imagined would be seductive. Hank slammed yet another shot as he watched her sway, though at this point he wasn't sure if she was swaying, he was swaying, or if the entire room was swaying. He tried to stare down into the infinite depths that was her mounds and cleavage as he nodded to her.
  
  The drinks certainly continued after that, though Hank had already lost count. He found that the more he drank, the more he could only smell the tequilla. There certainly was a lot to Lulu, but she was also pretty darn affectionate. And she didn't seem to mind that they were still in public because more than once Hank found one of her hands had wandered down into his pants. He returned the favor and was surprised when a button popped off her shirt and actually hit him in the face, though the bartender didn't appear to think it was as funny as Hank did.
  
  Hank didn't remember a lot after that point.
  
  Mostly all Hank knew right now was that his head hurt. He didn't even want to open his eyes yet. He tried to move his right arm to rub his head, but apparently it was stuck underneath something. It was at least partially asleep as well. He used his left hand to cover his eyes as he opened them just a little bit. It was bright out -- very bright. Next he noticed the taste in his mouth. Had he been eating crap? His mouth was completely dry, too, but man, it really tasted like something awful, he didn't even want to imagine what. He tried to shift his weight, but his right arm was really stuck. He did not want to open his eyes in the light, but at this point he was just going to have to do it.
  
  He opened his eyes and looked around. The sun was shining in through a dirty, cracked window. He could tell right away that he was in a trailer home. The walls were cracked and the ceiling was bowed down, looking like it might collapse at any time. The bed took up the entire width of the narrow trailer. There were sheets on the bed that looked like they might have been white some time in the long past, but it appeared to have been decades, at least, since they had seen a washing machine. There was a door across from the foot of the bed. It was open, probably because the hinges were broken and it was hanging at a strange angle. There were rags or clothes of some type hanging on the edge of the door as well.
  
  He looked over to his right and saw an absolutely massive mound of flesh and his arm disappearing underneath the mound. He shuttered as he considered what must have happened last night. Leaning over he could see the face of Lulu, peacefully sleeping with her mouth hanging open and drool dribbling out and onto the bed. She was completely naked, as far as he could tell, and there were simply more rolls of flesh than he wanted to count: and his arm was trapped underneath them all.
  
  Hank now realized that his arm was indeed suffering from reduced blood flow, so he needed to get it out of there. With his other hand, he tried to push her away or roll her over, but his hand just disappeared into layers of flesh. He quickly pulled it out and looked around for a shovel or some other large tool he might use to pry his arm out. He briefly considered finding a hacksaw and using that as well. All he could see in the room was the bed, the door, and piles of what he presumed were dirty clothes. At that moment, Lulu farted. It wasn't a quiet, girly fart, it was loud, wet, and went on for at least five seconds. Hank started gagging before the smell even made it's way out from the depths of her rear end. He started pulling and yanking on his arm as the noxious cloud made its way to him. He had already stopped breathing through his nose, but he could taste the fumes as they filled the room. His eyes actually started watering and he twisted and pulled his arm. He continued to resist taking a breath through his nose.
  
  He couldn't take it any more, and he manuvered so he could get his legs up against Lulu. He slid down along her body and found that it was somehow getting a little lubricated -- he only hoped it was sweat. He pressed he knees up against her and shoved. His knees squished into the fat, but he felt like his arm moved a little. He took a deep breath, almost crying from the fumes entering his lungs, but then shoved once again as hard as he could. He was sweating now and sliding against her, but his arm moved a little more. He gave it one more yank, and his arm starting sliding free!
  
  It was a relief to have his arm free. He massaged his arm and tried to get some of the feeling back into it. When he did, he realized there was a strange odor coming from his arm. He leaned in to get a better smell and immediately gagged again. His arm smelled like moldy, rotten, ass. He tried not to think about where his arm had been. He thought back to the redhead, but realized he was way too late for that train. Lulu moaned or grunted, Hank wasn't quite sure what that noise was, as she started to roll over a little. He was glad he was not in the way of that. He looked like she might start looking for him, so he needed to make a decision quickly. He looked over at the door a few feet away and realized that he might be able to sneak out before she woke up. Then again, now that he was already here, perhaps he should just go with it and try and take advantage of the situation.
  
  > Hank reaches over, slaps her ass, and demands bacon for breakfast.
  Hank looked around the room. It was a total disaster area. The bed took up most of the space and the bed wasn't even level, probably because of the massive amount of weight on one side of the bed. There was no headboard, just old, peeling wooden paneling along the wall with no window. There were windows in the other two walls: small, dirty windows that looked like they were supposed to crank open, but neither had a crank handle in them. The lower window pane on both sides appeared to be missing, anyway. The door along the other wall was barely hanging on by a single hinge.
  
  The rest of the room, if possible, was in even worse shape. Hank could see the piles of clothes and other things all around the floor. It looked like in some place the piles might have been three feet deep. There were clothes, but there were also pizza boxes, mostly empty two-liter bottles, crushed Big Gulp containers, and many, many candy wrappers. He thought he saw the pile in one corner move, but perhaps that was just an aftershock from Lulu turning over.
  
  He looked at the bed and wondered about the physics keeping the bed off the ground. It was clearly crooked and looked like it was bent in the middle as well. And more than half the bed was taken up with the massive form of completely naked Lulu. She was on her back and snoring. The fat was just lying there, one layer on top of the other, slowly rippling as Lulu slept. Her arms looked like giant tubes of cookie dough with the fat pressing up against the skin. Her legs could have been tree trunks except lying like this they weren't even round: the fat was lying there to the sides of each leg looking like huge piles of melted Play-Dough.
  
  About that time, Lulu snorted, her muscles apparently having trouble lifting those massive mammaries up enough to allow air into her lungs. She shrugged and the entire trailer shook just a little bit. Hank held on, wondering if the trailer would crash to the ground. Then Lulu leaned to the side and started to roll over. Hank watched, mezmorized by the movement of the fat all over her naked body. Then she farted. He could actually see the large, flat globes of fat flapping as the fart ripped between her cheeks.
  
  Hank smiled. Yes, this was what he really wanted, he could see that. This is what he had needed all along. He could be secure here and he bet she already had a bunch of beer stashed somewhere else in the trailer. Heck, she probably had the welfare office just deposit her check at the local Cash n Carry and she picked up all her food and supplies there. He couldn't wait to try out the hot dogs from the gas station.
  
  He leaned over and picked out a spot on that huge ass. He reached back as far as he could and then he let his arm fly. His hand slapped into that ass with all his strength: it even hurt his hand a little. He watched the waves of fat rolled around as Lulu jumped awake and the entire trailer shook once again as if an earthquake had just struck. Her eyes were wide open and she was staring at him. Before she could get a work out he yelled, "Woman! I'm hungry! Where'd my damn bacon?"
  
  Lulu stared at him for only a moment before a smile broke out on her face. She said, "Don't you want to cuddle a little more first?"
  
  Hank replied, "Get me muh bacon and then we'll see what you can get after that."
  
  She rolled out of bed and the bed almost tipped over with Hank rising up into the air from the shift in weight. When she got off the bed, it slammed into the ground and shook the trailer yet again. She shoved herself through the doorway to the bedroom and her fat had to slide along the walls in order to fit into the kitchen. After she waddled away Hank called out, "And get me a beer, too, dammit." Yes, this was exactly what Hank had needed all along.
  
  Good reader, you did manage to help Hank completely avoid the succubus in this story. You will have to decide for yourself if that was the best choice of action, now that you know the result of those choices. There are many options in this story, so please do feel free to try again. And thank you for reading!