"Oh. My. GOD. NOOOOO–" That one guy screamed as Godzilla touched his dearest mommy's nipples with the very tip of his long ass claws. And then, the last thing everyone was expecting, it happened.
That one guy in the background was no longer in the background, but in the front. He became the main character (again).
He felt himself cream as his mother was then let go of Godzilla because the womfn threw a pebble up in the air, somehow catching itself in the monster's milky white eyeball. RIGHT UNDERNEATH the EYELID. "FUUCK" it screamed. "IT HORTS ME".
And then Mr Godzilla fell over and died. Forever. And ever.
The womfn and that one guy (who is no longer in the background) looked each other in the eyes, both pleading with their eyeballs to be (quite literally) mind fucked. So they did it; that is, they fucked each other with their minds, all while his mother stood and watched. And as they both simultaneously climaxed and creamed (for that one guy it was the second time), and they all lived.
Not happily, but they lived.
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That One Guy (Who's In The Background)
Short StoryA story that my brother and I created while walking through a shoe store. We worked on it for like a week; half of that time was spent inside my grandma's car and house. Read this if you're bored, have no life, enjoy trash, or all of the above. *Wri...
