text: [Themes: horror, drama]
  
  Taking his eyes off the massive form in what may have formerly been a flat mattress, Hank looked at the mess around his feet and bent over. Perhaps he should have taken a bit longer to do it, because as soon as he bent down, the world started spinning and started to fade to black. He tried to keep his balance, but he tipped over and crashed into the ground. It was sort of a soft landing, as most of the ground was covered with clothes, but he vaguely felt the point of a fork in an arm, something else hard hit a thigh, and his hip landed on something that seemed firm, but quickly sank into mushiness. The smell was also much, much stronger on the ground, and that is what may have saved him from falling into complete unconsciousness. He gagged and threw up a little. He tried hard to hold it in, but the smell was just too much. After spitting onto the mess around him, his stomach continued to clench and he worked to keep from going into full puke mode. He closed his nose and breathed through his mouth, trying to regain his thoughts. He closed his eyes slowly, then opened them again. From the bed he heard the raspy voice once again, "Oh, oh! You're down there? Do you want me to squeeze down there with you again?"
  
  The thought of suffocating to death under hundreds of pounds of flesh got him moving again. He rolled over and pushed off the piles of rotting clothes, getting something furry and black on his left hand as he did so. He quickly wiped his hand on something else on the ground as he pushed up and managed to make his knees. That brought him just above eye level to the bed and he could see Lulu lying on what could only be her side, her bleary, bloodshot eyes looking over at him. She smiled when she spotted him and he thought that she might be missing more teeth than she was last night.
  
  He managed to make his way to his feet and he started looking around the ground. He didn't remember what he was wearing last night, but clearly none of the crap around here was his. He started shoving clothes around and digging into the piles a little bit. He didn't want to dig too deep over fear of what he might find there, and he figured that his stuff wouldn't be buried that deep, anyway. Lulu called out, "Hey honey, whatcha lookin for? I got everything you need right here." With that she rolled back over on her back and spread the massive fat laden tree trunks that passed for legs. That made Hank start digging even more and he stumbled in the opposite direction, towards the end of the bed, trying to find his pants. Lulu looked down at him and her eyes changed. She yelled out, "Hey! What are you doing?" When Hank didn't stop immediately, she continued, "Are you runnin out on me? After I put out for you?"
  
  Hank dug faster and looked more, but he still didn't see his pants. He took another step towards the end of the bed and he spotted the blue pants pinned under the bottom corner of the bed. He reached out and yanked them away, throwing his legs into the pants without a care for underwear. He knew his time was up and he was getting out as fast as possible. Just as he got the pants pulled up and he turned towards the door, Lulu growled, "Bo! Here! Guard!"
  
  Hank froze as he saw a mammoth of a dog appear in the crooked doorway. The thing had a huge head, no neck, and a body that looked like a small Mack truck. It growled and drool spilled out of its mouth. It sniffed the air and Hank couldn't figure out how the smell in the room didn't outright kill the big beast. It stood in the doorway, frozen in place, staring at Hank, letting out a low growl. From behind him, Lulu spoke in a cracked sing-song voice, "Now why don't you come back to bed honey and we'll just pick up where we left off last night?"
  
  Hank didn't know what to do now. That dog was just plain gargantuan. If it was anywhere near as mean as it looked, it could rip Hank to shreds in minutes. But it didn't take up the entire doorway. And most dogs weren't really trained to actually attack people, most dogs were really friendly. So Hank could take a chance and run past that towering monster. Maybe it wouldn't do anything but stand and watch him pass. His only other alternative was to head back into the bed with the gargantuan Michelin Man look-alike and pray he doesn't get crushed, suffocated, or killed by the mold and rot all around...
  
  > Hank isn't going to chance the dog. Maybe he can talk his way out of this one.
  Hank slowly took his hands from the waist of the pants, not having even fastened them yet. He raised his hands slowly while still looking at the dog. He was loathe to turn his back on the dog, but figured it might not be that bad if the dog were to just rip his throat out from behind. He shifted his feet as he turned and tried to find a flat spot on which to stand, but ended up unbalanced on a pile of clothes and something. He put on his best smile and looked over at the mounds on the bed. He said, "Oh, Lulu, I'd never do that. I was just going to get you some fresh coffee and donuts." He tried to smile and look innocent.
  
  Lulu burped and the window panes rattled. She smiled again with her toothless smile and replied, "Oh, honey, they'll be plenty o time for donuts later on. Right now we needs to get it ahhhwwn." With surprising agailty, she reached out and grabbed Hank's outstretched hand. He leaned back and her weight easily pulled him down towards her flabs of flesh. He slammed into the mounds and slid off to the side. He landed on his back on the bed and before he could recover, the sun was blotted out as she moved up and over him. Her weight on his thighs almost put his legs to sleep immediately. She leaned down and rubbed herself back and forth across his chest. Globes of flesh slid over him and he shivered. Lulu said, "Yeah baby. Last night was just the start. Now we's really going to have us some fun."
  
  Hank was stuck. He was pinned under her weight and there really was no way he could escape. Lulu grabbed his wrists and starting sliding her naked body up and down his body. He was pretty sure she was already starting to sweat. Suddenly he heard a click and felt the metal close on his right wrist. While he looked over to see that he had a handcuff attached to that wrist, she yanked his left hand and there was another click. Hank turned his head back and forth as he realized that both his arms were now handcuffed to opposite sides of the headboard. Lulu slid down his body and winked as she worked his pants down past his waist. The bed creaked and groaned as she shifted her weight trying to work the pants down his legs. She looked down between his legs and then said, "Oh, you're not quite ready yet? Let's see what we can do about that."
  
  Hank wanted to cry as she moved around the bed again. At first he was confused as she moved around, her feet headed towards the head of the bed. He audibly gasped when he finally realized what was about to happen. He heard her say, "'n you kin git me ready, too," as her massive knee passed over his head and landed on the bed just above his shoulder. It was already too late when he realized he should be taking in a deep breath as her fragrant folds lowered onto his face.
  
  Hank suffered that day, but he did not die. He wished many times for death as Lulu kept him there, handcuffed to the bed, and helpless to resist anything that Lulu wanted. Occasionally Lulu fed him, but not often. Eventually, many months later, Hank finally expired either from exhaustion, starvation, or a combination of the two. No one really knows because other than Lulu, no one ever saw Hank again.
  
  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!