A SNEAK PEAK AT THE BLOCKBUSTER FILM : “WITHOUT A MAN”

6 AM

ValleyHun BreedinBunny Tittyfuck Sweetjugggz (whispers in the background: ain’t she SweetieBun HoneyBiscuits SugarFuck AssLovin’....ah fuck, it was sumtin’ like that, wasn’it…? Wasn’t she just called titties or sumtin’....? titties r fuckin’ huge, tho..….ye’..she-she’ ain’t called sweetjuggs fer no reason… Ain’t SweetieBun her sister...Lord...her ass is fine... ), was positioned on her fours, wandering through the thick brown grass, aimlessly, the scent of sweat, manure, and men dulling each and every of her senses.

The mist of dawn clung to her like a comforter, cradling every inch of her skin. It let her know just how good it was to be right where she belonged, just how right it felt to be wandering in the middle of nowhere. Completely aimless, directionless, wandering through the fog, not sure at all, not even caring, what was right in front of her eyes,  as long as she felt really gooood. The scent of the morning clung to her nostrils, coaxing her to relax, to give in, to slow down, to slow down. No, no, no, no, you’re going far too fast for a girl that big, sweetie! You wanna get pregnant, don’t you, honey? You wanna be a good girl so guys’ll wanna love you? Slow down, darlin’....

Love. That was it. The one reason that she came to the countryside in the first place. She took deep breaths. Inhale, her eyes felt heavy. Exhale, her thighs felt hot. Inhale, her chest felt tight. Felt Heavy. Felt as if some force was pushing against her. Her back arching downward, her titties forcing her body to the dirt, her ass jiggling inviting someone, something to love her the way that all girls were born to be loved. To exchange vows locked together, flesh against flesh, underneath the scenery of the rising sun.

Her body was absolutely gushing, thick tanned flesh pouring out of her thin polka-dot sundress. Golden braids resting against her arched back, stupid eyes boring into the sky which was devoid of anything but a clear tone of baby blue. Baby blue. Oh, gosh-darn-it, Sweetjugz needed to find a man! Not one of those boring men either, a REAL man, a man that’d make sure that Sweeetjugz’d be treated right! She wanted to cry. She wants to make her man hard, making her man hard makes Sweetjugz feel right, Sweetjugz feeling right means Sweetjugz getting pregnant, and Sweetjugz needs to get pregnant because she just needs a dang baby inn’er!

Surprisingly, Sweetjugz was one of the few people left that hadn’t had a man claim her. Though it wasn’t like there was anything specifically wrong with her, right? She knew that there wasn’t anything wrong with her, deep down she could feel it. She wasn’t always like this...She hadn’t always needed a man. A man that would really take care of her good. A man that would come home every evening to do nothing but love her. A man that would force her pregnant.  How had she went so long without finding a man to take her? What was wrong with her?

“It jussss’ ain’t natural hun’.”

The voice dripped like honey on a biscuit. It forced a rise in her chest as she eyed the kneeling woman, her heart thumping like mad. Her appearance almost exactly mirrored that of Sweetjugz own, yet, God, there was something different about her wasn’t there? Something that she immediately noticed about her….

She wanted to speak up. To tell the woman how she was feeling, how miserable, how absolutely lonely it was to have life without a man. How desperately she wanted to feel the warmth of a man’s love fill her insides, while screaming vows at the top of her lungs, “I do! I do!” Those childish wedding fantasies that she’d always dreamt of made tears well up in her eyes. How the bloody hell could she survive without a man?!

“You can’t.” The woman answered her thoughts, caressing her plump, filled stomach,“Juss’ ain’t na-tu-ralll, sugar! Juss’ ain’t right!”

Long nails trailed from that enviable stomach and rested on top of dark nipples, slight pinches and nibbles coaxed droplets of milk to dribble down against her body. This is natural. This is what a girl was always meant to be. Plump and dumb. Willing and eager. Perpetually pregnant. Sweetjugz was failing at being a girl, she wasn’t being natural, she wasn’t bein’ right!

“Oh!” She was startin’ to bawl again, her head diving into the woman’s warm jugs, lapping up milk while incessantly blubbering, “I need a man! I can’t survive without a man!”

“Mmh…” The woman ran her fingers through the poor girl’s hair, “Don’t worry hon’...We’re gonna find you a man...We’ll find the perfect man for you…”