There was nothing that Emma liked more than drinking. She drank water, alcohol, urine, yoghurt, bricks, Teletubbies, planets - you name it, she drank it. Drinking was her hobby. She was a professional drinker, she was.
That day, Emma decided to drink her TV. It was getting a bit old anyway. Before she even got her special drinking glass out, a burping fit hit her, knocking the addict out cold as burps convulsed her body.
Burp, burp, burp. Burp, burp, burp! Burpadoodah, burpalina, burp, burp, burpa!
Once all of the gas had been expelled through her mouth, Emma crawled up to her sofa, where she was surprised to see Olivia, her best friend.
"How long have I been out, burping, Olivia?" Emma enquired.
"Six-hundred and sixty-six years, sixty-nine days exactly."
"I think that the sixty-nine is a sign. What do you think? Is it finally time?"
"Yeah."
So putting their doughnuts down, the obese couple stripped off their clothes until their rotund stomachs were vibrating with the tension in the air and their flat breasts were lifted up with static electricity.
"Definitely time!" Olivia exclaimed, a smile beaming on her chubby face.
"Yup," Emma replied, playfully batting her boobs around.
"I'll go on top," Olivia announced, her nose exploding with the intense love hanging in the air.
"And I'll go underneath," Emma finished, allowing her tits to fly away.
And so it was, the drunk and the superwoman, both finally finding the right time for both of them.
