She Rests Her Head on a Pillow Made of Concrete

>MORIOH-JAPAN, 1999
>it was 3 months since Kira's death
>school was just starting up again, and once again the Higashikata household was short one pompadour
>this time around, the Higashikata Matron didn't have the company of her father
>days rolled into weeks as time ticked away
>and through all of it, Higashikata Tomoko was completely alone
>She was a strong woman, yes, but the isolation was beginning to wear on her
>sometimes she would pretend that a pillow was a nice, strong man rock hard for her, and she would molest the fluffy bedtopper until the morning
>sometimes she would bring a whole jug of milk to bed and messing guzzle it while touching herself, convincing herself that she was back in her mother's arms, sucking her teat
>She grew more ragged as the days went by
>"You feelin' alright, Ma?"
>The flamboyant son of the degenerating mother was back from school, an increasingly welcome sight
>"There's this place me and Okuyasu go to sometimes called Trussardi's; the cook there learned medicine and shit and the food'll refresh you like nothing else!"
>heeding her son's words, she decided to visit the enigmatic restaurant
>a strapping Italian man walked up to her, and after a bout of small talk grabbed hold of her hand
>"OOH THAZZA SPICY MEAT-A-BALL YOU'VEA GOTZA ZORE THROAT, A BANGEDA UPPA LOVEBOX, AND YOU HAVEN'TA GOTTEN SOMEA IN A DECADEA!"
>blushing deeply, the single mother couldn't help but be a little flustered at both his accurate diagnosis and how he now knows that her sex life is as dead as her father
>"W-well, I did accidentally drop a book "there"..." she stammered
>"But how do you know all that from just my hands?"
>"IZZA FAMILEE SEC-A-RET PAIZANO!"
>accepting the man!s explanation, she asked how exactly his food was going to heal her
>"WELLA ITA JUSTA MAKEZ THE DEAD SHITTA FALLA OUT, LIKE MAMA TRUSSARDI'S HOMEMADE SPAGHETTI ALLA OVAH MY OLD SWEATA!"
>"So I'll... burst open?"
>"DA, SENORE!"
>an even deeper blush then before spread across her face as she considered the implications
>"Well, Mr. Trussardi, before I go into this I need to tell you something."
>"WHATTA COULDA ITA BE, MY LITTLA SPICY MEAT-A-BALLA?"
>"W-when I was 15, a close friend if mine was hit by a car right in front of me..."
>"a big spurt of her guts splattered across my face, and how do I say this..."


>"I got wet..."
>"IA SEEA!"
>"WELLA, YOU'REA GONNA ENJOY MY MEALSA THEN!"
>more then a little anxious, Tomoko waited for her food to cook
>The zealous Italian soon brought her her meal; a raw meatball
>on top of it was a small dab of whipped cream and a cherry
>knowing next to nothing about Italian cooking, Tomoko grabbed it and took a big bite out of it
>She almost came at that very moment
>slowly putting the meatball back on her plate, her hand shaking, she was just about to begin praising it's taste before she coughed
>and then she coughed again
>and again
>and then, a torrent if crimson flowed from her mouth;a cascade of blood soaking the front of her button down shirt and staying the tablecloth
>gagging and slurping as hemoglobin and large chunks of flesh flowed from her throat, she fell upon all fours as she clutched her bleeding throat
>her face began to turn blue from the cut off of oxygen the red vomit was causing
>and just like that, it stopped
>feeling her throat, she noticed that there was no pain; more importantly, her top was caked in blood and flesh chunks
>She could see her bra through the soaked garment
>becoming mesmerized by the gore seeping through her shirt, she raised a hand and squeezed one of her breasts
>She bit her lip as she felt her own blood on her skin, and her hand stimulating her jug
>She could feel her hand moving towards her crotch, until Tonio burst back onto the scene
>"ENJOYINGA YOURA MEALA, YES?"
>"WELLA, NEVERMINDA THAT, HERE'ZA THE LAST A COURSE! WEZA ALZO GOTZA GETZ YOU OUTTA THAT SOAKEDA SHIRTA!"
>using his massive Italian strength, Tonio tore her shirt to shreds, leaving Tomoko only in her tight fitting jeans and white bra
>thick strings of blood still dripped from her mouth, lubricating her deep cleavage
>played in front of her on the floor was a pile of uncooked ramen noodles; a few dabs of wing sauce dripped on
>taking a massive bite out if the block, Tomoko greedily swallowed the delectable piece of Italian cuisine, and stood back up
>feeling a pressure in her crotch, she quickly undid her jeans and stripped down to her bra and panties
>The pressure quickly reached a crescendo, and Tomoko couldn't help but blush and moan from it
>then,another spurt of blood came
>creating a puddle on the floor, the thick stream stopped suddenly
>then, something long, segmented, and pink fell onto the floor
>it was Tomoko's small intestine
>her legs shaking, she deadly moaned as thick globs of flesh and her pancreas stretched her box; noisily slopping down onto the floor
>tearing off the rounded remains of panties and quickly unfastening her bra, she stood completely in the nude above a pile of her own organs
>roughly grabbing her breasts, she could feel her lungs fall out, stimulating her even more
>She would have cried out in pleasure of she was able to breath
>only small, quiet gurgles came from her mouth, her tongue lewdly hanging outside a panting dog
>her pancreas and kidneys were next; she put a hand to her stomach, only to feel the emptiness in her gut
>bring that same hand to her box, she began viciously masturbating, and assisting her small I intestines escape by viciously pulling at it
>her eyes rolled up into her head as she began to lose her sanity
>when at last her heart fell out, she couldn't help but try to climAx
>taking her small intestine; she used it as a massive dip to, thrusting it in and out of her shopping whole
>til one final thrust, she climaxed
>her whole body shook as it rocked her brain
>another torrent of blood flowed from her vagina as she peaked, until she fell unconscious
>laying in a pool comedown blood androgens, she dreamed sweet dreams as she drifted into sleep







>"BROTHA TONIO, HOWA HAVA YOUA BEENA?"
>"GOODA, BROTHA MASSIMO!"
>Massimo's eyes couldn't help but drift to his brother's crotch, or rather, what it was inside
>Higashikata Tomoko drooled and babbled in front of Tonio, the hole in the back if her head a new fuck entrance for Tonio's Italian Sausage
>She would come and visit every once in a while, just to have Tonio do something bloody to her; knowing full well he can heal her
>desperately reaching out to Massimo, the brainfucked woman tried to get his cock too before a hard thrust caused her to moan loudly, then revert back to a more docile state as she dribbled spittle all over herself
>"SOA HOWZA ITALIA?"
>GOODA, TONIO! I SEE YOU'VA FOUNDA YOURSELF A NICA TOWN TO STAY IN!"
>Tonio couldn't return the question, groaning as he unloaded into Tomoko's brain
>She spasmed and moaned as hustlers seeped into her head, until she fell limp
>"MAMA MIA!" Tonio yelled as he came
>a bell rang from the door as it opened
>"Hey, Tonio! Me and Oku just got in a bad stand fight, can you co-"
>TONIO TRUSSARDI: RETIRED