Bold and Brash

Daydream

I am becca I am a wretched 15 year old with the stature of gru from despicable me and the facial structure of steve buscemi. In my free time I like make life size statue of my favorite people out of the skin of pets I had as a child. My parents think i'm a sociopath but i just shake it off by saying " I have only killed once." I also like to read book about people that like to have intercourse with balloons as well as turning the 50 shades of grey books into a comic strip that I pass out to my classmates at school. Let me tell you about this past week in school. 

There i was. Sitting in class, And all of a sudden there was a loud boom. The sudden noise awoke me from a euphoric dream i was having. Only to open my eyes to see the beauty of the plump man standing before me. His eyes, a captivating  shade of brown-green. He raises his arms in anguish, and his angelic, white size xxxl mens button up appeared to have stains on the underarms. They were yellow just like butter.  It was so warm and welcoming Like the smell of rain on a warm spring day. My eyes gaze a path down and back up his voluptuous body as I hear the words "So... what can you tell me about The Calvin Cycle?" I stutter for words as I am captivated in his glory. "I am, I don't... know." 

       His voice booms throughout the class, just like Mr.Ray from finding nemo, "WELL YOURE IN LUCK, MY DEAR"  My dear? Wow, i must be of some importance in this universe.  Everyone is always mesmerized by his tiny, beautiful waist and his large and in charge hips. Hes changed my life. For the better. His pitstains send me right back into a daydream. The next thing i know is that the bell is ringing and as i gather my things to leave, his meat pile of a body touches mine. 

    It felt like i was just blessed by an angel. I didnt realize that a sweaty, middle aged man who looks like a flesh toilet could make me feel this way. I know im NOT the only one. His rippling 6 pack of backrolls catch the whole class by surprize. It makes everyone blush profusely. God, he just makes me want his meat pile body ontop of mine. 

    As i walk through the halls to my car, i see another enchanting man. He's the principle. Hes so hot. i want his skinny string bean body against mine. Whats wrong with me? Why do i like older men? im not sure at all. His deep, warm brown eyes look at me with delight. His bright, big smile is so endeering. His body looks so emaciated it makes me feel euphoria. Hes such a daddy. Who do i choose between? my big, large flesh toilet or my anorexic giraffe? My body wants both of their meat sticks in me.

   "He-e-eyy daddy!" i accidently let out infront of my sickly thin papi. His meat slonge must be the size and mass of the mozerella sticks at school. He looked at me so confused. It felt so good to show my daddy his place in my world. 

   I go home to pull out my shrine for my daddy and my meat pile. I diddles my hoen for a couple hours. Orgasmic. I cant wait to finally have them to me. I go to sleep and my thick-prince appears in my dreams. My meat lump of a man makes me so happy. I go to school the next day in my corn shucker. "I cant wait to see my mutten sack and my emaciated, dominating gorilla today" i think to myself.

  I decide to go to my string beans office at lunch, in hopes that me and him can clash our meats. "hey daddy..." i say under my breath. He bit his thin, white man lips. It made me moist.  All ill say is that my handsome emaciated daddy thinks im his little kitten. 

       At the end of the day i go to my fat- tumor's class, all giddy to see him. He has a "im thick and i know it" shirt on. "Hes self aware" i think to myself. God, the way his hips sway right and left. It makes me feel like i need to paw at his size xxxxxl pants for his salami. I stare off into his huge reservoir of fat on his body. 

    I stay after in his class and i sit him down onto his swivel chair that is far too small for his large whale body. I sit on his huge thighs and his sausage fingers reach around me, trying to push me off. I refused. I wanted him. I needed his primitive hulk salami pleasure slonge inside my dinglehopper. I needed him. He forced me out of his room even though i knew i had to break him. 

    Right after, i went to my skelatl ostriches room to see if i could get his mozerella stick in my hole. I failed. But i wanted his boney, crusty body all to myself. i want his 1 inch hips against mine so bad. 

   It was the next day and i walk past my skinny papi in the hall. "UHNNNN oHHHHH YeAHHHHH" it filled me with pleasure. I followed him to his office, since he signed for me to come over to him. When i got to his office he pushed me down onto the table and poured ranch dressing all over my body.  He spanked my chicken patties so hard. His mozerella stick was just how i imagined. Small, crusty, and FILLED WITH CHEESE. When his delicacy was in my hole, My bold, thick prince walked in. "so what can you tell me about the calvin cycle?" And so the triangle begins. 

    "I-i-i---ii i can explain my morbid elephant!" i exclaim. I wanted both of them. "Its just that you wouldnt... and he was so eager" "I wanted both of you at the same time" "Ive dreamt of both your meat  L O G S  inside my punani" "join me, fat reservoir" He struts over to me with confident eyes whilst removing his quadruple XL stained white button up from his lard toilet of a body. He removes his  P A N T A L O O N S  from  his big meaty legs. Hes sooooo thick! His jimmy john says hello. He pours gravy all over his mad thicc body. He fills me with his thickness. I turn around to look at him. WHAT IN TARNATIONS? ITS DR.PHIL!!!!! you are so confused but you still want his meat juices.

   "WELCOME TO GUYS GROCERY GAMES!!!" your gaunt flamingo yells as his mozzarella stick fills you with his cheese. The whole office is torn from the building and when you walk out, you see  that you're now in a white slum of south africa. Your chicken patties are so raw. all you have on is a g string and a single pastie with moonboots. I am covered from head to toe with the yum yum sauce of each of my beloved lovers.I swipe my fingers across my body picking up a small glob with each pass and intently sniff this thicc substance as if i was a coke whore. The thoughts start racing through my mind of the intense pleasure of their pork tenderloins in my tight keyhole. I start to feel a tingling sensation in my nether regions and hear an autistic screech from around 2 centimeters down yonder. It was my men. they were just finishing on a near by rhino