"It's called the 'Lock Jaw Challenge'." said Brett, as his friends watched the video play.
 
Content Warning: Couldrophobia, Bullying, Psychological abuse, Emotional trauma, and Implied physical battery/assault.
 
Discretion is strongly adviced.
 
All characters are 18+ years old; Algaren are just absolutely enormous and Austin is just a little guy.
 
 
 
 
 
100% Vegan BBQ style sausage Mukbang and Lock Jaw - Dining with Stacy
 
Charlie and Austin scanned the title of the video displayed under the window of the movie player. The women in the video was seated on the couch in a living room facing the camera.
The huge, serving tray-sized dishware set between was almost half empty. The other half had a huge heep of soy sausage drowned in spicy, barbecue-flavored sauce in an unbroken chain. The host and star of the show - who was supposedly Stacy - pulled back her lips and funneled another link in the chain into her mouth as she pursed and wrapped them around the next saugage in the chain.
 
They had completely lost track of time as Brett studied the faces of his two friend; mesmerized by Stacy's voracious consumption.
 
Stacy was using both hands to suppose the slack of sausage links as he pulled its length up off the giant plate and fed it into her mouth.
 
She never took a single bite; she never stopped her steady pace.
 
The scrolling comments off to the side of the view port on Brett's phone screen showed mixed reactions of amazement, disbelief, concern, or expressions of hysterical amusement.
And other still were just being gross. Something that Austin picked up on as he recoiled from the demonstration.
 
"That doesn't look safe... "
 
Charlie reached out and gently cupped a hand under his friend's phone. Easing it closer, he the video incredulously. "Are you sure this isn't fake?"
 
Brett, a broad-shouldered and well-toned young man with green-frosted tips and a fade on either side of his head, reclined as he turned his phone over back into his hand and threw an arm over the rest of his seat.
He asserted, "It's totally fake. Gotta be. But it's still impressive."
 
"The search results are insane.
This was just in my suggestions this morning, and now there's a dozen videos just like it in my feed."
Charlie and Austin looked at their friend bewildered.
It was trending everywhere. How did they not know about it already?
 
"Sorry it took so long. Two calzones... " , Bernard - their waiter and chef said, " And here is your plate of plain, penne. Brought some extra napkins and made sure to wash my hands and change my gloves before and after."
 
"Aw, you didn't have to do that, Bernard." Austin carefully put the used anti-bacterial, wet wipe into one of his plastic bags. The flexible fasting strips interlocked and sealed the lip of the bag shut tight, as Austin put it in his tote bag by his side.
 
"Don't mention it. It's always a pleasure serving you, Austin. You're a sweet kid." he mustered up a wink and a smile at him; making Austin blush and rub the back of his neck.
 
Now that their table and his seat was clean and disinfected; the utensiles polished and free of debris; and his favorite food served to him hot and ready by their good friend, Austin was finally ready to properly enjoy their lunch together.
 
"You're only a year older than him, Bernard." teasted Charlie. But their waiter just shook his head, "Sorry. Puberty hit me hard, and everyone looks like a little kid to me now." He replied. "You're fine. You never cause us any trouble."
 
Charlie sat at Austin's side in at booth. Seated on the outside and facing the door, opposing Brett.
He was a head or so taller than Austin, and only a few inches shorter than Bernard himself.
 
His arm was where it usually was when they were sitting together: wrapped around Austin's shoulder like a blanket as he smiled as nodded up as their waiter.
 
"Speaking of trouble. I was curious about something." his tone shifted from his professional persona, to the exhausted, yet kind person they knew he was, "Who's Darla? I can't help but overhear you all talking about her whenever your particularly down."
 
"Wait, " Charlie stopped him, " you haven't met Darla?" Brett burst out laughing and clapped his hands together as he threw his head back, "Lucky! She's the worst!"
 
Bernard just shook his head, "No, no I think I'd recall her walking in.
The way you talk about her, I thought she'd be an abaddon or something."
 
"Abaddon?"
 
"Oh, right." Bernard wrung his hands together, "We get people from all over this time of year. So I hear a lot of thing from all over Beldwitsch."
 
Austin peered over Charlie's shoulder as Bernard spoke, "Apparently, he's some kind of demon or devil that causes people nothing but trouble.
Now this is mostly just hearsay, and I don't want to spread any rumors: but some say he can appear anywhere all at once; other say he can shapeshift and turn into other people.
Some say he's just one of a whole species.
 
Either way, it's hard to believe any one human can antagonize you guys and so many other people."
 
Charlie reclained and breathed out an exacerbated sigh, "Not too surprising that it's not just us."
 
"I thought she just hated us." Austin said, palms together and twiddling his thumbs. "Or she just hates everybody." Brett added.
 
Bernard shrugged his shoulders. "We get all kinds of characters around here. But I'll warn you know if I do think I see her."
 
He was their favorite waiter, and they were some of the few people who really knew him.
 
They had known Bernard long enough by now to know that he hated small talk with most people. But in private it was another story: he was quick with a joke or to strike up lengthy conservations once you got familiar.
 
They heard an excited chime as the front door opened.
 
"Hey, you guys!"
 
A man in a bomber hat casually strode through the front door of the Italian-style chain restaurant. His unbuckled Ushanka flaps bouncing on either side of his head as he approached their table.
 
"Hey, Wil! I saved you a seat." Brett offered. He had no hesitation as he sat down on the outside of the bench across from Charlie. Given how animate he was, they wanted to give him enough clearance at their booth so for his broad, exaggerated gesturing. "Hey Brett, " Charlie prompted, " show him your phone!"
 
"You guys looking at that Lock Jaw Challenge? Yeah, I know it. My geeih'ef wanted to do it for her channel; but she just couldn't do it."
 
Brett chortled, "Oh you don't say."
 
"Yeah, " Wilfred continued, sitting across from Charlie and Austin who were his captive audience. " she was pretty disappointed about it too. We've been practicing it for weeks... "
 
Brett leaned over the table with his head prone and covered in one hand. "Oh boy. Here is comes... "
 
"... in the bedroom!"
 
Charlie busted out in a knee-slapping fit of laughter at Wilfred's risque joke. Austin just sat next to him offering a meek, fake laugh as he tried matching Charlie's gusto.
 
Wilfred was a joker at heart. He had earned a reputation in their little circle as the comic relief.
 
Sometimes he edged too close to the line; but never enough that they couldn't have a good laugh about it later at his expense.
 
A few of his practical jokes and pranks went awry; mostly concerning Austin. But Wilfred knew that he had to wear kid gloves around him. Charlie was determined to get him back for that one time when Wilfred tricked Austin into eating some Rocky Mountain Oysters*.
 
Granted: Charlie knew him intimately enough to know that Austin wasn't opposed, per se; but Wilfred knew that Austin was vegetarian.
 
Then trouble arrived.
 
The Shop Keepers Doorbell above the entrance rang out sharply and suddenly as the door was aggressively swung open against the resisting of the Door Closer's hydraulic arms. A large woman squeezed through the door frame and waddled out into the resaurant.
 
The table went dead quiet as Wilfred shot up and buried his head in his shoulders with a start.
 
It was her.
 
Bernard was her first victim of the day, it seemed. He got his first impressions when he tried to greet her entrance.
"Hello! And welcome to -" "heLlO! aND wElcOmE tO " she parroted mockingly, "... That's what you sound like." She leaned back on one leg as the other landed by it's side under her. Her heavy footsteps squeaking on the rubber, drainage mat.
Bernard stood behind the front counter staring on in dumbstruck confusion as the woman went on, "Not much of a talker, are you? Well whatever. Table for one, lunch for five."
 
Her eyes glanced around the table, where she recognized Wilfred shrunking into his shoulders as he tried his best to hide despite having just been caught.
She unceremoniously strutted over and ripped his Bomber hat from his scalp as he jerked his hands up in surprise. "Hah! Hey, Cue ball! Gotcha' again!" Wilfred's hat-hair was already messy, but she pressed down hard on the top of his head and ruffled the strands even more before she stopped and let them fall on his thinning scalp.
 
"Oh hey, Darla! I didn't know you eat here."
 
"She doesn't." Brett growled through gritted teeth.
 
"Haven't seen you around lately." Darla folded her arms as she leaned down in Wilfred's face. "W-well you know me: Always keeping busy." He laughed.
"Really? tsk, " She smacked her lips, "BULL!"
 
Darla shifted over to Austin across the table, "You didn't tell me you were friends with the vermin. Man, this place is a total dump for letting you clowns through the door."
"We are not doing this today, Darla." She whipped her head to the side to glare daggers at Brett.
 
Wilfred's eyes darted between them before he scrambled off the bench and bolted for the door.
 
Darla slammed her hands on on the tabletop as she stared him down. "You know: I always thought you were a huge dick, Brett."
"Oh good. Than bite me!" Austin started hyperventilating as Charlie sat up onto his feet; poised to spring into action.
 
With a tsk Darla scuffed before turning toward the door, "Whatever!"
 
Bernard balanced another order on his forearm as he gave one of the other patrons their food. He took a tray with some simple spaghetti and veggie-meatballs over to the next table; holding it out in front of him.
 
As Darla was passing him on his way, she reached a hand out under the tray he was holding.
 
SPLAT!
 
Charlie leaned over supported by his hands at their table with his mouth agape; Austin covered his own mouth as he opened one eye that had been squinted in shocked empathy; and Brett's hands balled up into fists as he watched Darla flip the plate full of sauce-covered pasta into Berand's face.
 
She didn't slow down for a moment as she threw the doors open and walked out without another word.
 
Their waiter and friend walked over, a messy tray full of broken tableware and some ruined spaghetti scooped up on it - he wore the rest of it on himself as he looked the three over.
 
"Darla?"
 
"Darla."
 
Brett slammed the table with his fist as Bernard set the tray aside. "Not the worst customer that's come through the door; but she's definitely up there... "
 
"I'm sorry, mate... " Brett offered remorsefully.
 
"Why? It wasn't your fault... " he replied, Bernard examined them for a second before putting on a smile for them, " it's okay, fellas. This isn't the first time I've dealt with a problem customer and it certainly won't be the last. Trust me, I'll be fine."
 
"Are you sure? She'll be back now that she knows we hang out here." Austin asked.
 
Brett knelt down and picked up the last few pieces of spaghetti off the marinara-covered floor. "You guys are fine. You're more than welcome to come back whenever you feel like. I'll be right here waiting; ready to serve you as always."
 
"Man, " Charlie shook his head as he reached his arms out and started towards him.
 
Bernard protested and held his hands out as he recoiled away, "No, no! It's okay. I'm all covered in-" Charlie pulled him into a warm hug, the waiter respired as he dropped his arms before wrapping them around him to return the gesture. "You have GOT to let me get you guys some Garlic bread to-go or something."
 
 
 
 
 
"Whelp! I guess we just need to find a new place to hang out." Brett demouned as the three of them shamefully walked out of the Italian-style restaurant.
 
"Hang on, Charlie. I have a few disinfectant wipes left in my bag." Austin said, but Charlie tried waving him off, "It's okay. I carry a spare from the apartment in my bag.
 
"No Charlie, it's your face." Charlie reached up to his chin and felt the tomato chunks and parsley in the stop of cold, red sauce that was smeared around his jaw and neck. He breathed out and pulled up his shirt as Austin searched through his tote bag and pulled out some tissues.
 
"You shouldn't have stirred the hornets' nest, Brett."
 
He turned his shirt inside-out and slung it over his shoulder as he knelt down and opened his gym bag for his spare be kept right next to Austin's. He never really had to have it there for him; but it helped curb his episodes and Charlie wanted them on hand just in case.
 
"What if she had gunned for Austin instead this time? What than... ?"
 
"You know she can't make the first move while the cameras are rolling?"
 
"Didn't stop her with Bernard."
 
"She can just say she knocked into him."
 
"So now you're taking HER side?"
 
"I'm looking out for you, man."
 
"I doesn't feel like it. And Bernard didn't deserve that."
 
"No he didn't, and that's not what I'm saying. All I'm saying is that she can only try and goad you into a fight."
 
"She's not looking for a fight, Charlie; she's never looking for a fair fight."
 
"Just let it g-"
 
"Not this time, Charlie! Not anymore!"
 
"Guys, " Austin - who had just finished cleaning Charlie off and was currently tying his tote bag back up - finally spoke up, " let's just go home." But Brett was resolute.
"No! I am not going to let Darla keep us from eating out; or going to the bank; or seeing any of our friends. I am tired of this bee'uhs."
 
Before the heated argument could continue, they noticed a woman running by them.
But what caught them off guard was that it was a monster. And she was being chased.
 
Not unlike the eyestalks of a mollusk, each digit terminated in a well-kept brow over an orbit that wore a modest application of eye shadow. Though the five eyes of the monster were drawn back and stretched taut as the mouth in its palm panted with her labored breathing.
 
She quickly spun around to plead with her pursuers, "I know I look scary, but I'm NOT dangerous! I'm just different!"
 
The hand-headed woman turned around so she wouldn't loose anymore ground; but stopped when she saw Charlie, Bretta, and Austin running in her direction.
 
The monster girl thought that they were going to tackle her. She closed all her eyes - and her head-hand - and waiting for the impact. But instead, they rushed right past her.
 
The hand she had for a head uncurled it's fingers as she opened all five of her eyes. She turned her wrist of a neck to look over her shoulder to see the trio standing between her and the mob with Charlie taking the lead.
 
"Too bad I'll have to ruin another clean shirt."
 
The crowd didn't falter; unstopping as they seemed detemined to mow the three of them down just to get to her.
 
"Halt!"
 
The mob skidded to a stop as two, Amazonian women dressed in fine, golden, chainmail-bikinis stepped between them and the ill-equipped rescue party.
 
"Not another step toward this poor, hapless woman!" the other spoke up, "Just what do you think your doi-"
 
"Get out of the way!" the enraged voice of a man in the back screeched, "Yeah! You're standing in the way of justice!"
 
"This isn't justice." one of the Algaren said, as the other gestured toward the strange-headed monster "Yeah, we turn our backs for a second and you just start running after her. Why?"
 
A roar of venom blared at them as the horde started to advance again. The two, towering warriors dropped their weight as they both gripped the hilts of their swords.
 
Charlie raised his fists to his face, as Brett steeled himself. "Looks like there's no way we're talking this one out."
 
The cacophany of shouts and screams for blood somehow seemed to grow more muted as what looked like red mist started to leak from their bodies.
A faint crimson aura emanated from the mob as their raged-filled cries faded into sodden, muted murmurs.
The whipping storm twisted skyward and condensed into a column of whirling, luminescent smoke that spiralled toward a humanoid figure flying high overhead.
 
He dropped down from above on cloven hooves as his long, tufted-tail swung behind him.
 
The first thing they saw were his wings as he rose up. His horns protruding from either side of the top of his head and curved up and pointed forward toward the crowd that now stood in stunned silence.
 
"I was going to just let them handle you, but you people are going to hurt yourselves trying to hurt them first." "My name is Riot. And Lord Ira has sent me to-"
 
"Everybody, RUN! IT'S ABADDON!"
 
The mob dispursed as they scrambled away. Charlie hoisted himself up from his wide stance as the two Algaren in front of them did the same and let their hands drop from their sword's handles.
 
The winged-humanoid turning to face them. "Is everyone alright?"
 
THIS was Abaddon? Or AN abaddon, at least?
 
Austin took in a deep breath and exhaled with a: "phew! That was scary... "
 
They haden't noticed until now, but the thing before them was completely red from horn to hoof. He blinked - slit pupils and the whites of his eyes pitch black as they reflected the grey concrete streets behind his lids, "... And I'm not?" He sounded surprised rather than disappointed; maybe a bit relieved.
 
"Quite the magic you have!" one of the Algaren said. The other, who rested her hands on her hips commented: "We we're expecting a sneak attack. Not even sure how they knew we were coming."
 
"It wasn't orangized." He spoke, "... Someone throws out accusations; another starts shouting generalizations as the rest join in; pretty soon they either get too close for comfort or someone throws something."
The red abaddon brought his hands up to rub his temples, "And before you know it, your following the crowd as you chase them down and you don't even know why." He dragged his hands down his face as he shook his head,
"You and I have an off switch. And it's a lot easier to flip than we'd like to admit. I know mine is, at least."
 
Everyone got really quiet after he finished. Charlie scratched the back of his head. "... It sounds like you have a lot of experience with these things."
 
The abaddon's eyes darted back and forth, before laughing nervously and scratching the back of his own head.
"It looks a lot uglier when it's someone else's behavior." A length of chain swung and jangled back and forth from the loop of a thick, blocky shackle on his wrist when he did.
 
Austin saw someone walking past from the corner of his eye, it was the monster girl with the hand-for-a-head. He jolted back reflexively as Charlie and Brett turned and trailled their eyes on her as she approached the abaddon. "uh, yeah. Right. Thanks for the save."
 
"Hey, no problem. You're Rachel, right?" he guessed, Rachel just blinked her five eyes in unison, "... Did they tell you about me?"
 
"No, I just read up on my urban legends. The elusive Palm Reader. Blessed with the power to learn the history of lost possessions with a single touch; cursed to never divulge their secrets to anyone directly."
 
She tapped her foot, "... It can be hard explaining to someone how you knew where their lost wallet was by speaking in riddles or answering with a cryptic metaphor."
 
"... And they blame you for it. There's a lot of negativity going around these days;" he shook his head, a nervous chuckle fading into a genuine smile, " which is food for my weird species. My name's Riot, beeteewahy."
 
"I'm All." the two Algaren gave a bowed to Riot, " and I'm her sister Tal." The one named All looked over her shoulder and smiled, "Credit where credit is due."
 
"Hey boys, don't just stand there! Come and say hello! He won't bite."
 
The three boys exchanged looks. Brett shrugged and walked over, followed by the other two as Austin held Charlie close for protection.
 
"It kind of feels like we didn't really do anything."
 
All shrugged, "In all honesty, you probably couldn't have; " Tal finished " but you DID try. That's real courage right there!"
 
"I better be on my way... " Rachel rubbed her arm, Riot walked up to her and extended a claw, "Before you go, I have an invitation I was supposed to give you when I saw you.
 
We're making a shelter for monsters like you; so you won't have to worry about me or anyone else having to come to your rescue anymore."
 
"I'll pass." Rachel declined, "I already know about the sanctuary. And if I know about it, that means it won't be safe for long." "I was afraid you'd say that. The others are not going to be happy about this." With that, the two left their separate ways; leaving our gang with All and Tal.
 
Austin - who had been quiet up still now - poked his head out from behind Charlie. "... And whose this?"
 
Charlie reached around and pulled him close to his chest, "This is Austin." he stopped trembling when he felt Charlie's chest against the side of his face.
 
"Oh you are just adorable!" for the first time since leaving the restaurant, Austin smiled up at All. "You kind of remind me of my mom!" With an excited giggled that turned into a squeal of joy, All clapped her hands together, "I'd love you be your mom! What a brave little man, you are!"
 
Austin blushed, "That's just like something my mom would say." , Charlie stroked his hair, "Sorry ladies, he's all mine."
 
Tal applauded "Good for you two!"
 
Brett stretched his back, he was feeling really tense after everything. "So, is the reason that call you Tall because you're so tall?"
 
The Algaren blinked, "Well, no. It's short of Tolerance." At this, the three of them gave pause. All was next, "And I'm Altruism; but you can just call me 'All' for short!"
 
"That's kind of weird going by a word and not an actual name... " Tal just shrugged her shoulders at Brett's comment, "Well we've met plenty of humans with names like 'Grace,' or 'scout,' 'Hope' and such... "
 
"Then why not just call yourselves Grace and Hope instead?" All leaned down and turned her palms up, "It may seem strange to you, but to us it sounds exotic and exciting."
 
All was rather excited indeed. Because Brett was quick to notice the bulge beneath her waist chain pulling her loincloth up like a laundrey hung out to dry.
 
She read the confused expression on his face and looked down. Buckling her legs and covering up with her hands when she realized she was being indecent by human standards.
"Sorry! Sorry! I lost my cape on the way over here " she couched, " and well... Let's just say it's hard to find anything else in my size." "You're one of those Werwifs, right?" All laughed nervously, "... Hah-hah. No, no I'm not actually. But it's okay! I know you didn't know. You want me to explain it this time, Tal?"
 
Tal shook her head as she flashed her sister a coy smile. "No. I'll handle this one."
 
"Listen fellas: We're what you would call 'sequential hermaphrodites.' In fact we even came up with a word for you to use to distinquish the two: You can call All's condition 'Hermaphrogenesis' from now on."
 
"Hermaphro- what?"
 
"Hermaphro- -Genesis. It's a portmanteau meaning 'male-female generation', isn't that neat?"
 
"Part-man-what-now?"
"Why can't we use Werwif instead? At least than we'd know what you were talking about."
 
"... That's uh... Actually become kind of a dirty word for us lately. We don't like hearing people use that." Tal's smile ran away from her face, "We don't use it in day-to-day conversation anymore. We have a new word for it now!"
 
"What is it?" Austin asked, "The new word, I mean."
 
"I would tell you, but then you could start using it interchangeable with Werwif. And that would defeat the purpose of inventing entirely new descriptive words to add to our respective vocabularies in the first place."
 
An awkward silence fell over the five of them. In a forced and hurried tone, All waved her hands with a flourish. "But hey! You boys did good today! At least by Rachel. Pat yourselves on the back, you deserve it!"
 
 
 
 
They were walking along later that day.
 
Today had enough excitement for them. But most of all Austin - who had asked if they could just go back to the apartment. Which Charlie knew he needed, and which Brett was happy to oblige. He needed a nap anyway.
 
HONK! HONK!
 
Austin was startled when Charlie held him close. But Charlie himself wasn't just shielding him from a perceived threat.
Brett - who had correctly identified the sound, stood between them and it's source:
 
A street-performing clown.
 
Only it seemed she was an erotic clown.
 
A veil of wavy, pearly pink hair fell on her shoulders and framed her bone-white, round and youthful face. A pair of painted black, upside-down triangles sat on her cheeks between a bright red nose that just seemed... OFF somehow.
 
Her red and white striped keyhole sweater had long sleeves that extended to her pure white gloved hands and completely covered her arms; which seemed to bend and flail about with unnatural fluidity and grace.
 
Her legs - in contrast - were bear, save for the eye-catchingly bright red shoes she kicked out as she hopped from one foot to the other. A pair of high waist, blue denim shorts rode up the back rise between her cake and showed a ludicrous amount of skin as the bottom hem stopped dangerously close to her Camel toe. A pair of suspenders broke up the horizontal strips of her shirt and framed her huge breasts through its window like a display case.
 
She was joggling bowling pins before a crowd that had gathered 'round to observe the spectacle.
 
Throwing each one stright up high into the air in rapid succession, she pulled the waist band of her shorts out in front of her below the falling pins and let them drop into them and land hard on the crotch point one by one leaving no trace behind.
 
Letting go of her belt loops, she reached up and gave her suspenders a snap that recoiled back and made her cleavage jiggle in her striped sweater as she put her hands on her hips.
 
Before her shorts fell to the ground.
 
Hysterical laughter broke through the crowd as they lay in a heap pooled around her ankles; revealing that the bowling pins she was just joggling a moment earlier were nowhere to be seen.
Her suspenders were attached to her frilly, lace panties instead, which were on full display as the audience whoop and howler a after the laughter had died down.
 
They went quiet for a brief moment before clown girl brought her hands up to her face and darted her eyes back and forth with her mouth open in mock surprise; inviting them to another laughing fit as she bent down to retrive her bottom wear.
 
The entire audience was treated to a little strip tease as she stuck her firm buttocks out and arched her back as she looked over her shoulder and thrusted out her ample cleavage through her cleavage window with a SPROING!
 
The erotic fool smiled with a wide grin as she lifted the fallen garment daintily between her thumb and index finger in one hand and brought her other hand up to fan her face in feigned bashfulness before the applauding crowd around her.
 
Charlie covered Austin's eyes as Brett sneared with a tsk and waved her off with a sigh. "False alarm."
 
"I thought you liked clowns." Austin said disappointedly as Brett followed them back to the apartment. "That was a long time ago. I'm too old for that kind of stuff now."
 
 
Tap. Tap. Tap!
 
 
The glassy resonance rattled Charlie awake. He tried to shake the sleep from his mind before hearing it again.
 
No, it wasn't someone at the door.
 
He looked around: Austin was fast asleep next to him. He scanned the room for the prime suspect. Brett was out cold for the night; sprawled out on his mattress, half covered in the sheets.
 
No late night excursion this time.
 
Charlie carefully lifted himself off their bed; making sure not to wake Austin as he did so.
 
Sounded like it came from the kitchen.
 
He entered the empty room just before hearing it again. The canopy? Must be a bird.
Charlie walked over to pacify his worries.
 
Then he looked out the window.
 
Standing on the other side of the street - just behind the beam of a street lamp, Charlie could barely make out the humanoid shape standing in the dark on the ground from window of the canopy.
 
The dark of the night made it hard to see; but he could tell they were dressed as a clown.
 
Creepy.
 
Was it the clown tapping at the glass? Impossible. They lived on the third storey floor.
He was torn from his thoughts by loud and clear rapping at the window behind him.
Charlie whipped around to try and catch a glimpse. It had to be a bird.
 
But he saw nothing.
 
He quickly ran out into the canopy, toward the window and looked down at the flickering street lamp.
The figure was there; still as the dead under the lamp; standing just outside of the spotlight where he doesn't see them. Unmoving in the exact same spot Charlie had seen them last.
 
Even if they could reach him from all the down there, no human can move that fast.
 
Charlie backed away from the window slowly and waited until his bare feet took him off the cold, hard canopy floor and into the soft carpet of the living room before sliding the door shut and turning back to walk away a few steps.
 
He rubbed his temples as he walked out into the living room. Breathing out a sigh, he looked over his shoulder one more time.
 
No birds; no clown. Just the facade of apartment building across the street.
 
He wasn't afraid of monsters - through he understood the dangers and could still brave the risks. No, there was only one thing that that really, really bothered him: clowns.
 
In truth, Charlie was absolutely terrified of them. His coulrophobia plagued him since he was young, and he never grew out of it like his mother said he would one day.
 
He put on a brave face for his friends, but right now his only judge was himself. And Charlie was going to let the professionals take care of this tonight.
 
He walked out of the room, careful not to wake the others as he pulled out his phone and dialed 911.
 
"Hello?! I think I see someone dressed in a clown costume standing outside our apartment. I don't recognize who it might be, and it's really freaking me out."
 
He was met with an exasperated sign on the other end, "Oh again with this?! Listen, Funny guy. This line is reserved for emergancies only. Didn't anyone ever tell not to make prank calls?!" Before Charlie could get a word in himself, he hung up. Charlie tried again and again, but they never picked up after that.
Great - he thought, that option is out the window. Considering the window, he braved looking out into the darkness to see what was there.
 
Nothing.
 
Who was that? Charlie thought. Was it that same clown from before?
 
Maybe it really was just his imagination. Or maybe Darla was pulling some sort of prank on him. To his knowledge, Charlie didn't think she knew about his phobia. The person on the other side of the street was way too skinny to be her dressed up in a clown suit.
Though Darla could have just paid someone. It's not like she hasn't gone to that extreme to mess with them before. Either way, it was getting late.
So Charlie decided to at least try and get some sleep. No sense waking the guys up if there wasn't any real danger.
 
A familiar tightness in his briefs made him compulsively pull out his elastic and inspect his junk.
 
Sure enough: He was scaroused again.
He pulled out the baseball bat he had in his pocket and wrapped around it with the "catcher's mitt"; his fap-hand of choice.
 
Austin was always on the cautious side of things; never straying too far from the sidewalk. But Charlie was always, always the risk-taker. Part of the reason he went headlong and straightaway into the fray.
 
Taking a quick peak around the corner to make sure the others weren't up. In the privacy of their own apartment, Charlie took his meat in hand and started rubbing a quick one out of his fear-boner.
 
Charlie was something of an adrenaline junky; getting a high from defying his limits. But What really got his blood pumping was when he knew the danger was all too real.
 
That's part of the reason why he never saw those slasher movies. The other reason being that Austin was too afraid of them.
 
But when something that truly got to him was just a few feet away with only the bare minimum separating Charlie from actual bodily harm...
 
He reclined back against the wall as he tilted his head back with his eyes closed. There was a chance that the clown from outside was still there; watching him from a window with death in their eyes and only a thin pane of glass separating them as he blindly beat his meat. An idea that made him sweat as his heart raced and his hand jerked faster with the lubrication of fresh, hot pre-cum.
 
"... uh-ah AaH!"
 
Charlie's eyes darted open as he aimed up and shot his load straight up like a gunslinger and hit his mark: His own open mouth as he stuck out his tongue like a catcher's mitt to receive his own pitch.
 
"... Strike one... " He sighed, as quiet returned to the dark room. Charlie had to remember to teach Austin that trick like he promised. But that was for another day, he had no time to try for another swing tonight. It really was getting late now. And as horny as he was, Charlie had to at least get some sleep.
He thought his own seed tasted pretty good.
 
 
 
 
 
There was only one rule under their roof:
The day could not begin without coffee!
 
Charlie walked in-time with Austin wrapped around his arm as Brett strolled with his hands in his pockets.
 
On their unexpected early morning trip to the grocery store to get more pods for the machine, they bumped into a familiar face:
 
Wilfred was back, and he was somberly dragging himself through the street before looking up and putting on a smile for them,
"Oh... Hey, guys! Sorry about yesterday. I didn't mean to FLIP my LID and leave you guys hanging like that. Ha!"
 
"Don't worry about it, mate. It's Darla." Brett waved off. Austin was quick to perk up, "We were just on our way to see Curt."
 
"Want to join us?" Charlie offered, earning an excited cheer from their friend: "Lead the way, my Three Amigos!"
 
The four of them made their way to the flower section of the super market. But when they saw their friend's face - which was the face of a tall, blonde young man in a startch-white apron, they froze in shock.
 
"Curt, what happened to your eye?!" The man put a hand to his face as if he were already aware and trying to hide it.
 
"Uh-oh! This?... I tripped."
 
"... You tripped?" Charlie asked, as Brett continued. "Where, exactly?"
 
"On a step. I tripped on a step." Curt sighed.
 
"Where was the step you tripped on?"
 
"There were many steps, actually."
 
The truth behind the thinly veiled facade came strolling up as usual.
 
"Hey, Buttercup!" Darla was back; and she had her sights set on Curt this time.
 
"Hey Darla." She paid Charlie and friends no mind as she continued with a smack of her lips. "I was thinking of hitting the gym after your done with your shift."
 
The florist was not too thrilled about the idea as he made he's feelings known.
"... I'll see if I have the time. I actually had plans-"
 
"SEE YOU at the gym, Curt..." She shot back. "You'll like it! Trust me." "We gotta toughen you up!"
Darla leaned in into him and wound her arm back over her head, as Curt stumbled back and wrapped his arms around his head and shrank back in fear.
"Ha! Made you flinch!"
Darla gave him a hard smack on the back that knocked Curt off balance as he caught himself.
 
As Darla passed Charlie and Brett, she looked over her shoulder at Curt one last time. "Don't let yourself associate with these ones, Curt. They're a bunch of cowards. They'll only keep you down." Charlie held Brett back as she walked out through the front of the grocery store.
 
"Darla?"
 
"Darla."
 
Austin fidgeted, desperate to change subjects before Brett started. "Those flowers are beautiful, Curt." He pointed at the bouquet Curt was working on. "Thank you, Austin." He replied, himself wanting to put his own mind at ease.
 
"But what I really want to see again is a real one." He trailled off.
 
"One what, Curt?"
 
"A flower!" Brett shaked his has and smirked, "You make flowers, Curt. You see them all the time."
 
"I mean a real flower." He clarified to the bewilderment of the others.
 
"Like a picture? I mean, it would be even more impressive if you made all these without any reference."
 
"No. Like a flower that grows from a seed."
 
"Wait... Flowers can GROW?"
"You mean like the seeds that go on salads and shakes and stuff?"
 
"Yeah! I took care of one before our family moved to Beldwitsch. I had it sitting by my window for weeks... " "... then it just... wilted away."
 
They parted was with Curt; but couldn't get over what they just saw.
 
Brett sarcastically asked: "So... We'll we be ordering out tonight, or should we just have our groceries delivered to the apartment from now on?" Charlie rolled his eyes as he searched through a pile of unripe tomatoes, "Now is now the time, Brett."
Brett rubbed his brow and forehead as he signed, "When will it be time, Charlie?"
 
"Hey!" A woman came up to the four.
Auburn, shoulder-length hair parted and swept behind her cheeks, puffed up into a wide, beaming smile as she stood before them.
"Sorry, just wanted to see the flowers on display.
 
Brett shrugged, "We won't stop you." He was trying to be funny, but he wasn't really in the mood. And it showed.
 
"Yeah. I'm still not used to life in the big city just yet." She laughed nervously, "I stopped to smell the roses in the park, and they were all fake... Wasn't expecting that!"
 
"... Fake?"
 
"Yeah, they were fake. Must've been perfume, or maybe a sprayer somewhere in the bushes."
 
"You must mean real flowers like Curt was talking about!" Austin giggled as Charlie shushed him with some affectionate hair-jostling, "Curt is the florist working today. He's a friend of ours, you'll like him." He assured as Austin let him brush his hair back the way it was.
 
"I'm actually surprised you have a florist, to be honest." Angeline twirled her long hair around her finger. "He makes the most incredible flowers, " Charlie boasted, " he just showed us one of his latest masterpieces!"
 
Angeline's lips pursed into an O, as she came to a realization: "Oooh! He MAKES them!" She laughed awkwardly, "I thought they might have been shipped here in boxes off an assembly line!"
 
Brett just shrugged, "Well, that too. Just take your pick!" He gestured to the wall behind them. A selection of artificial flowers on display in vibrate colors under the cool, overhead light.
 
"Actually, I'm just here for some sugar." Angeline replied, "But I'll pay him a visit sometime!" Charlie nodded, "He's working here tomorrow at the same time. In fact he should just be coming off work."
 
Angeline balled her hands and put them together, before turning them in opposite directions sharply; like turning the key in the tumbler of a lock, "Got it!"
 
"You know who they should meet?" Brett suggested, "Bernard!" Austin chirped.
Charlie answered: "Bernard is the coolest guy in town! You'll love him.
 
Hey! He's working tonight, right? Why don't we treat you girls to pizza?"
 
"Guys, we CAN'T go see Bernard anymore, remember?" Bretta corrected. Charlie had to think about it for a minute. "... Oh, right. Darla might be there now."
 
"Who's 'Darla'?" Angeline asked, Brett rubs the bridge of his nose.
"She's... She's just someone whose been causing us trouble for years now. She ruins EVERYTHING!"
 
Angeline looked over the four of them confused, as Wilfred breathed out a long sigh and drummed his pant leds with his hands at his sides.
 
His eyes scanned the rows of fruit and veggies as the bustling grocery shoppers perused the selections.
When suddenly, Wilfred's eyes caught a particularly busty-looking lady comparing two watermelons beside them.
With a sly grin, he thought of a bad pick-up line to break the tension.
 
"Those are some nice-looking melons you got there!"
 
"Wilfred!" Charlie shouted, as Brett shook his head and scolded: "Not cool, mate! Not cool!"
 
"It's okay. I'm not offended." The chestnut haired shopper chirped, "Oh! Maybe you can help me decide."
 
"Decide on what?" Asked Wilfred, as the woman lifted the spherical fruit in each hand, "Which of these two do you think is bigger?"
 
"I'd say the one on the right." answered Charlie, "You throwing a party or something?"
 
"Oh no, I'm buying one for the Jock Jaw Challange."
 
The four of them paused. Was she talking about the challange from that Stacy's mukbang with the sausages?
 
"Wait... What did you say?"
 
"You know: for the Jock Jaw Challange!" Charlie blinked, "Um... THAT Jock Jaw Challange?" They couldn't believe what she was perposing. All of them had thought for certain that the video was faked somehow.
 
"Yeah! It's trending like crazy! Oh... was it my right or your right?" Charlie gulped, "... Your right." he replied, as Austin winced and fidgetted at the mere thought of one of those in his throat, "... Um... aren't those a little TOO big?"
 
"... No, no I'm actually worried that it isn't going to be big enough." All of them stood in stunned silence as Austin meekly whimpered out, "... One of those is as big as my head."
 
"Hah-ha! Oh that's a good one! Can you even imagine?! He-he."
 
A man dressed in a baby-blue dress shirt and black pants was restocking the shelves of assorted cheeses as he greeted them, "... Ha ha ha... Didn't notice you guys. Heh... How's it going?" Brett blinked, "... Hey Preson, buddy! You- uh... You feeling okay?", he asked nervously. Preston didn't seem okay; he looked exhausted. "I'm just feeling kind of down, guys. I'll be fine." Preston said weakly before sharply heaving from mirthless chockle over the produce.
 
"... Than why are you laughing?"
 
They jolted as they heard a loud wet PLOP! behind them. Whipping around, the brunette regained her balance as she looked down over the splatter of pulverized flesh and ruptured rinds as the juices seeped out and spilled out onto the titled floor of the produce aisle.
 
The other melon cradled in her arms, she starts to laugh.
 
Behind them, Preston deliriously chortled in return. His chortling rose as they slowly turned their heads and fixed their gazes on him, before Preston doubled over and burst out into a fit of hysterics.
 
Wildred quickly ushered the others out as they looked back on the scene that had just unfurled: the grocery shopper and Preston cackling in the middle of the produce aisle.
 
"Charlie, I want to go home!" Austin was hyperventilating at this point. Brett - however - was livid. "Oh come on!"
 
"Brett, calm down!" Charlie did his best to deescelate the situation. "We haven't even had coffee yet! I don't want to spend the entire day at the apartment!"
 
"Brett, please!" But Brett felt like he was at his limit. "You dont think I'm not freaked out too! That was insane! Duhbuhlyoo-teih'ef was all that just now?!""
 
"Brett..." he shifted his gaze from Charlie over to Austin in his arms, trembling. Then Brett's expression softened. "... No. You're right. Let's head back."
 
"... I'll take Austin back. You and Wilfred just try and enjoy the rest of your day..." It was a hollow victory; like Charlie was scolding him. Brett hated it when he did that. Wilfred attempted - the key word being: attempted - to lighten the mood; "Well Brett, I guess you could say-"
 
"Don't! Just... Don't."
 
Brett and Wil were silent for the next few minutes; a fact that killed Wilfred and he fought the desire to do something; anything to break the tension.
 
But luckily they ran into an old friend of their's; it was Maurice, looking no worse for wear. No sign of his brother though.
 
That much Brett expected, Wil - however - was unaware as to what happened. As they caught up on old times, the subject changed to the latest gossip straight from Maurice's feed.
 
"Did you guys hear about the Abaddon sighting?" Brett blinked "Abaddon?"
 
"Here: take a look!" He showed the pair his phone. The display showed a worm's eye veiw of a familiar, winged figure flying above. Brett was taken aback. "Wait. That's Riot!"
 
"You met with Abaddon?" Maurice couldn't believe what he was hearing.
 
Brett shook his head, "He's name's Riot. And he's actually a pretty cool, bloke. Helped save a woman from an angry mob."
 
Maurice raised an eyebrow, "Why would a mob go after a normal woman like that?"
 
"Er... She was a monster, actually." The word 'monster' didn't sit right with Brett. She seemed more reasonable; more human, compared to the crowd that was after her at the time.
 
"Oh. Yeah that would explain it."
 
"But Rachel isn't like other monsters; she's nice. Yeah she's a little funky-looking; but I think she's just had a rough life." This seemed to be enough for Maurice, though not entirely judging from the skeptical look on his face. "Well if you guys say she's okay, than she couldn't be that bad. You always hang out with the best people."
 
"And Darla?" "Yes, and Darla."
 
Wilfred noticed they had a man down; Maurice wasn't paired with his other half or his significant other, "Where's your brother? I've never actually seen you two apart before?"
 
"Martin wouldn't want to see me... " Wilfred batted an eye, "WHAT? But you guys were - like - a TEAM!"
 
Maurice just shook his head. "Not anymore." He could do little to hide how uncomfortable he was talking about it. "... but hey! Live goes on, right?" He shot up, "Oh! That reminds me: I forgot something."
 
Maurice ran off before Brett or Wil could get another word in. But than they noticed a sound from behind them. They looked back to find... Maurice again?
 
He was calling over to them in a hurry. "Oh hey, it's you guys! How've you been?"
 
Brett and Wil just looked at each other for a moment before the young man continued, "You guys aren't going to believe this. Just take a look!"
 
He held out his phone, and the same picture of Riot came into view.
"Look at this! Abaddon; THE Abaddon, in the flesh!"
 
"That's not Abaddon; his name is Riot, remember?" Brett shook his head, "Maurice, we just had this conversation. Are you feeling okay?"
 
"Maurice? I'm Martin!" "MARTIN?!" Wilfred just waved, "Hi, Martin!" "Hello~!"
 
Brett blinked, "Oh. Oh I'm sorry mate. I thought you wer-" "... I could have sworn he was just here a moment ago... "
 
"It's okay... It's just as well, I suppose. Maurice wouldn't want to see me either... "
 
Martin tensed up; looking past Brett and Wil. They turned around to see Maurice standing frozen in place with a bouquet of flowers in hand as the brothers stared each other down.
 
"What are YOU doing here?!" It was like - What did they used to call it; stereo? - as they shouted between them.
 
"I'm here for a date with my new geeih'ef. See? I have her profile pic right here."
 
"Hey! That's MY date for tonight! I took a pic together with her just the other day!"
 
"You're stealing my geeih'ef AGAIN?!"
 
Again? ...
 
"ME?! You're stealing My GEEIH'EF!!!"
 
"I saw her first!"
 
Not a moment later, two identical women walked up to them. "You didn't tell us you were twins!" Maurice and Martin looked at each other, then back to their respective dates. "Small world. So: Are you going to introduce us?"
 
[Much later...]
 
Charlie heard the tumbler on the front door lock slide open as his friend and roommate walked through the door.
 
"Hey Mate, sorry again about earlier." Brett offered with a meek smile.
 
"Don't mention it." Charlie reassured, "I still have no idea what that was all about at the grocery store."
 
"Oh! Before I forget: Wilfred and I saw Maurice and Martin today!" "Maurice AND Martin?... Together?! Like - in the same place?"
 
Brett chuckles; still in disbelief, "I know, right?! And they're both dating twins!"
 
"What are the odds? That's great news, Brett!"
 
"Yeah! Their names are Moreen and Minette. And their both super nice. You know: in that freaky twin sort of way...
They're all going to that Italian restaurant later this week. They invited us to come along!"
 
Charlie's smile faded as he considered their offer, "I don't know if Austin is going to be up for going or not. Maybe after he's had a little more time away from... other people."
He looked Brett over, "I don't how they'd feel about you showing up without a date yourself through..."
 
"Mate, everybody needs a wingman! And you know Wilfred is always down for being a fifth wheel!" This reinvigored Charlie. "Yes! This sounds exactly like what we've been needing!
 
I don't want to jinx it; but I think things are finally looking up for us, Brett!"
 
 
 
Charlie, Brett, and Austin decided to brave their favorite pizza place inspite of the risk of running into Darla.
 
When they arrived, they saw a familiar face: a new face in town that is; it was Angeline. She sat between two other girls with a much more distant air about them.
"These are my sisters! This is Jackie, " wearing her hair up in pigtails and dressed in leather, she gave the boys a wave.
", and this is Mara!" The goth, pale, with long, shoulder-length hair with a blank expression didn't say so much as a word as Brett seemed fixated on her for some reason; even as he took a seat across from her.
 
They talked for a while. Well, Charlie and Austin talked with Angeline and Jackie for a bit. Brett was studying Mara, who never made a peep the entire time as she had her eyes locked on her phone.
 
As if out of the blue, Brett's attention was torn away as Charlie made a proposition:
"If you'd like, maybe we could go back to our apartment and fool around a bit!"
 
"Wow, really?" Jackie smirked, earning a snide remark from Brett; "Don't contain your enthusiasm, ladies." sounding a bit more offended than he'd intended.
 
"No, no, no! It's just that we're still blown away about how casual you fly here in Beldwitsch." Angeline said, as she raised her shoulders - dual-wielding a pair of finger guns, and bobbed her head from side to side.
"Hey! We are down for some clowning around~!"
 
"Hey, Noodle boy!" Darla walked up to the front counter as Bernard looked up from scribbling down another costumer's order on his note pad.
 
"... What? No greeting this time?!"
 
He just turned around and walked back into the kitchen. "Please wait one moment."
 
"Hey! Hey I'm talking to you!"
 
The trio audibly groaned as they overheard the exchange. "Aaand Darla's back. Because OF COURSE she is."
 
"So... Darla. What kind of person is she?" Angeline asked.
 
"It's like Darla just picks out all our flaws and shoves them in our faces. Jokes are supposed to be fun. But hers are... MEAN. I think she does it because she enjoys it.", Austin answered.
 
"You mean she's making you all into her fools?", Jackie guessed.
 
"It feels like we're all just playing bit parts for someone more important than us in some big display for the world to see.", Charlie continued.
 
"You mean like part of a sideshow?", Angeline added.
 
"She's got the whole town on edge. It's like she's just always there behind the scenes; pulling strings. It's so... oppressive!", Brett elaborated.
 
"Kind of like a ringmaster?!", Jackie and Angeline both chimed in.
 
"Like - it feels like there's nothing to do.
But everything is going on all at once all the time at the exact same time.
And it's just so overwhelming dealing with one ordeal after another with no time to think!"
Charlie sat back against the rest of the booth and threw his head back as he let out a "PHEW!" in a long, drawn out sigh.
"Sorry for dumping all that on you. We've just been dealing with all this for a really long time."
 
"No, we can totally understand that; you know: especially with how crazy things are back home." Jackie nodded with her arms folded, Angeline bobbed her head up and down at her before turning to the boys.
 
"Sometimes life can feel like a circus, can't it?"
 
They digested what Angeline had just said for a moment.
 
"... Yes! Absolutely!" Austin cheered. Brett clapped his hands together, "Finally! Someone gets it!"
 
Charlie wiped some sweat from his brow as he went on, "It feels good hearing that from someone else; like - REALLY good. It's so weird that you could put it so simply like that in such few words!"
 
Angeline and Jackie smiled and exchanged looked between each other. "Dramatic irony?"
"Dramatic irony." "Sweet." Mara - on the other hand - never looked up from her phone.
 
"What is your problem?! Why won't you talk to me!" Darla just HAD to spoil the moment. "You jinxed it, Charlie." Brett said.
 
She was currently harrasing Bernard at the greeting desk. "My coworker can serve you instead, I have dishes to clean."
 
"Or: Maybe you could do your stupid job they're paying you for and serve me!" Bernard said nothing, earning a snarl from Darla. "Don't give me that look."
 
"My dads always told me that if I didn't have anything nice to say, than I shouldn't say anything at all." Darla folded her arms. "Don't make me walk out that door."
 
Bernard took a breath as he lowered his shoulders. "Do you remember what happened last time you came here?"
 
She threw her head back as she screamed: "OH-EM-GEE! It was a JOKE!"
 
But Bernard was not amused, "The joke wasn't funny to me, Darla."
 
"... No, you're right. That was taking it too far."
 
Charlie, Brett, and Austin's jaws all dropped.
 
"Listen: I won't bother you at work anymore. Can I just get a glass of water so I don't come in here and leave without buying anything?" Bernard nodded, "Sure, no problem."
He walked into the back and came back a moment later, "We keep some bottled water in the back." Darla bowed her head, "Thanks. Have a nice day."
 
Where they really doing to bury the hatchet that fast?
 
Darla looked over her shoulder at Bernard as she turned to leave, "Hey, I just wanted to apologize again.
 
I'm sorry that you're offended, you scrawny, spaghetti-dick!"
She turned, flipping him off on her way toward the door.
 
Yep, there it was.
 
They feared the worst as Darla stopped just before passing them by. She stared down Mara, who just looked up from her phone at her. "What's wrong, Sourpuss? Cat got your tongue?"
 
But the long-haired goth didn't react, as Darla waited. "You could at least PRETEND to laugh." Brett was poised to spring into action at a moment's notice as he fixed his gaze on Darla.
 
"Oh, I get it: You don't have anything nice to say so you're not saying anything at all."
 
"... "
 
"C'mon! Crack a smile, or something!"
 
"Come on, Darla. " Charlie tried to defuse the situation as best he could, "She could be mute."
 
She looked over at Charlie, then shifted back to Mara before standing up and taking a long drink of water from her bottle, "Tsk... Not my fault you guys have no sense of humor."
 
Taking a step toward the door, Darla extended the bottle over Mara's head and turned it over; doused Mara with the water. "... Eat a dick."
 
For the first time that night, Mara's expression shifted. She was drench with the water bottle's contents as Darla had already closed the distence from the door.
 
The whole restaurant went quiet as the goth girl scrambled out passed her sisters, who reflexively piled out of their places at their booth and let her rush to the restroom.
 
Mara moved with the speed of someone who had just been set on fire.
 
Brett tore away from Charlie's grasp as he bolted toward the wash room. He only slowed down to carefully nudge Angeline out of his way and maneuver over her to follow.
 
"Is she OKAY?" Charlie had gotten up to at least do something about what just happened, "NONONO! DON'T GO IN THERE!", but Angeline almost looked more upset by his attempts at helping rather than her sister's current state.
 
Charlie backed off with a shocked expression as the other restaurant goers silently stared at Angeline; armed outstretched in front of her; blocking Charlie's approach.
 
Her eyes darting anxiously around the room before standing upright and shrugging her shoulders with a nervous grin,
"... I mean she's FIII~~IINE!" saying with a forced laugh, "... She just needs to fix her make up! Heh-heh... Then she'll be as right as rain!"
 
Mara had already slammed the door behind her as Brett flew at it. His hand wrapped around the knob with a white-knuckle grip, he stopped.
 
His fight-or-flight response had taken him this far; but what was he really going to do?
 
Brett took Charlie's advice this time, and took in a breath before opening the door and peering inside.
 
Mara was patting her head and hair dry at the row of sinks lining the stalls on the opposite side. In the mirror, Brett could see that she wasn't crying or anything. At least not on the outside, he thought.
 
Ripping another towel from the dispenser of the wall, Mara throw the soaking wet used tissue in the trash as she hastily blotted the water from her hair and face.
 
Looking up into the bathroom mirror, Mara's face was reflected at Brett. And he went wide-eyed at what he saw:
 
Mara's skin looked almost bleached with her chalky, bone-white complexion.
 
She slung her black, leather purse on the counter top next to the sink and pulled out her foundation. The cosmetic matched the beige below her neckline; which had streaks of ivory running down where the water had dribbled onto and ran down on.
 
Her neutral expression returned as she started explying it to her face; the color gradually returning as she hurriedly, yet methodically patted away at her face.
 
Brett gentely closed the door behind him. He had beeen careful about not making too much noise; as something told him that Brett had seen something he really shouldn't have.
 
Was she a vampire, or something?
 
"Did he go in?" Jackie asked in a hushed tone. Angeline's eyes were trailled on the restrooms in the back. "Brett wouldn't follow her into the bathroom; " Charlie tried to calm them down. " besides he's problembly just concerned for your sister."
 
Brett shuffled into view like a zombie. He seemed more than a little shook as he took his seat. He laughed nervously, "She... said she needed a minute... " Angeline and Jackie shot each other a concerned look before Angeline broke the awkward silence.
"Is she always like this?"
 
"Darla?" Austin asked, as if it wasn't obvious. Charlie signed, not wanting to dwell on it; but finding little choice. "Don't remind me."
 
"OH! I know!" Angeline beamed. "You guys should totally come over to our house sometime!
We've got all sorts of cool stuff that we can do!"
 
Austin spoke up meekly, "Will... will there be a LOT of people around? ..." nervously looking over the three.
 
"Well not that many, " Angeline reassured, " just our other siblings and our parents. But they're all nice people; certainly leagues better than that Darla person at least."
 
"Sheesh!" Brett chuckled, "Give them SOME credit. You're not setting the bar very high!" Bernard join in, "Aren't we all?"
 
All five of them joined in on the laughter.
 
"Ha! You guys are a crack-up! " Angeline said, " So now that... THAT is over and done, were you boys doing anything later?"
 
They looked at each other, then smiled as they turned back to Angeline. Brett was the first to speak up.
 
"If you'd like, maybe we could go back to our apartment and fool around a bit if you're up for it."
 
"Wow, really?" Jackie laughed. "Don't contain your enthusiasm, ladies." Brett replied, maybe a little offended.
 
"No, no, no! It's just that we're still blown away about how casual you fly here in Beldwitsch." Angeline tried to explain. She raised her shoulders - dual-wielding a pair of finger guns, and robbing her head from side to side as she confirmed: "Hey! We are down for some clowning around~!
 
 
 
 
 
Since dinner was... Well, ruined for them. Charlie cooked for the six of them after coming back to the apartment with the girls.
 
For some extra flare, he brought them their food; balancing six, big plates for his friends and himself.
 
Nothing too crazy; just some pasta. The meal wouldn't have been too eventful if Charlie haden't ground the black pepper onto Angeline's food when he served it up to her.
 
The irritent making her recoil as she stiffled a sneeze. But alas, it was of no use. Her body rejected the foreign, airborne particals the only way it knew how.
 
That's when everyone noticed Angelina's nose fall off.
 
A bright, shiny clown nose deployed underneath the false one as the room fell into a diffening silence for a minute.
 
Charlie, Austin and Brett all looked at Angeline as her realization of what just happened contorted her face into an expression of shock and horror.
 
"You guys are clowns?"
 
Charlie was the first to approach Angelina after her disguise failed. With great trepidation he peeled his back off the wall and slowing made his way up to the rubber hose-armed clown girl.
 
It was warm to the touch. Charlie felt a pulse. Rhythmic. A heart beat? It sure felt real in his hand.
 
Would it? It couldn't. But he had to be sure. Charlie gave Angeline's nose a couple, quick squeazes.
 
HONK! HONK!
 
Clowns are just another species completely apart from humans altogether now.
 
Charlie darted back, he thought it couldn't be true. But it was.
 
Brett - however - had something on his mind that broke the tension.
"You're sister isn't a vampire, is she?"
 
"Vampire-clowns?" Austin raised an eyebrow. "Don't look at me like I'm Daft! I saw her pale as a ghost! What was I supposed to think?!"
 
"... We're Algaren clowns, actually." Angeline finally confessed. Charlie stammered: "Just like Altruism and Tolerance."
 
Surprisingly, Austin perked up after his initial shock wore off. "I've never gotten up close, or seen a clown without their nose and make up on.
 
Or known one personally. It was kind of a mistery to me."
 
Charlie didn't know that about Austin before this moment. Was his boyfriend... keeping his clown admiration under wraps for Charlie's sake?
 
"Yelp! You know a clown now!" Angeline reached her arm out as it stretched about two meters or so over the table and pulled back with her false nose in hand. "And you're seeing me without my nose!"
 
Charlie shook his head in disbelief as he tried putting two and two together. "So you were the clown we saw performing the other day?" She nodded at Charlie in confirmation, "... And the one who was outside our apartment late light?"
 
She rubbed the head of her head before nodding again. "There's just one thing I don't get: Why were you tapping at our living room window in the dead of night like some kind of ghoul?"
 
"Oh, I was randomly breaking into people's houses!"
 
"..."
 
"She was going to throw you a surprise party to celebrate our new friendship; but then realized that she forgot to ask where you live."
 
None of them could say for sure, but somehow this revelation didn't deter them from the real reason the girls were invited over: Things were getting freaky.
 
And in more ways than one.
 
The girls decided to drop their disguises. Their "casual" cloths were as typical - and as eye-catching of - a trio of clown as you could get. With a few differences.
 
Jackie's color scheme was of black and a deep crimson that matched her punk rock aesthetic.
 
And Mara's was completely black and white; a white shirt under black overall skirt that barely covered her rear. A pair of horizontal stripped stockings somehow guiding Brett's eyes right back up to her underskirt, which was probably the point.
 
Jackie ran her hands up Charlie's box-like chest before going down to his pants and unbottoning them. She was eager to see what kind of monster he had stached away in their; but he didn't seem as excited as she did from what she saw. His flaccid member tangling as the clown girl stared up at him and asked:
"What's wrong? I thought you said you liked clowns now."
 
"I sort of always have actually. And I'm not a afraid of you anymore. But that's kind of the problem." "You see: earlier I was more surprised than anything; but... I'm turned on by clown that are threatening, and... " he trailed off, "... Well, actually kinda scary."
 
Jackie smiled and tilted her head to the side. She brought a finger to her face and tapped her chin as she scanned the ceiling from side to side in mock contimplation.
 
Austin watched the scene unfurl with his clowny partner's gloved hands on his shoulders. But Angelina covered his eyes with her hands as she leaned down to whisper in his ear, "You might want to look away for this."
 
Jackie blinked, and opened her eyes to unveil reptilian, split-pupils. Her coy smile twisting into a toothy maw agape with rows of needle-like teeth and a whipping, worm-thin tongue flailing out, as she hissed a sinister, throaty roar that made Charlie reared back and shrank into the couch.
 
She blinked again, and Jackie's face returned to her normal, innocent visage. "Whoa... " Charlie exclaimmed. He looked down at his manhood; it was rock-hard, he could practically see it throbbing over and over again in-time with his racing heart beat.
"... Right. Pitcher to mound!"
 
Jackie grinned, "Catcher's in the catcher's box!" she chirped.
 
Jackie's liberal application of the lubricate over her now glistening breasts made Austin wince and fidget as he crossed his legs and shrank into his shoulders.
He would have to rememeber to throw the covers of the sofa cushions into the wash real quick and give a deep clean to the foam padding underneath before he'd even think of sitting on them again.
 
But he wanted to wait until after they both finished. The last thing he wanted was to ruin Charlie's good time; even as much as it bothered him that they were being so messy.
 
He definitely had to remind himself to shampoo the carpets the next morning. Last weekend was a disaster because they waited too long and the cleaner's didn't reopen until the workweek began. Austin barely got a wink of sleep for two days until they did.
 
"Hey, why the long face?" Angeline asked, turning his attention away from the spillage going on as Jackie and Charlie were doing their thing.
 
"I know what will cheer you up~!" She chirped, before holding up a miniature hand-puppet version of herself.
 
Through the puppet, Angeline spoke to Austin. "Hey Big boy, wanna show me a good ti~~iime~♪?" Austin laughed; but also seemed eager to start, much to Angeline's relief.
 
With surprising neatness, the fingerless, mitten-like knobs of the puppet's arms messaged a modest amount of lub onto Austin's manhood; it's dexterity impressive as Angeline manipulated it to lift and cradle Austin's little balls during his handy.
 
Before long, the puppet opened it's 'mouth' and gave Austin's pecker a kiss. It felt real as he started getting head from the hand puppet.
 
A little bit too real, in fact. Angeline was getting so into the blowjob that she didn't realize a tongue - as in, an actual, flesh and blood tongue - was slipping in and out of the puppet's mouth.
 
She looked up to see Austin's dumbfounded expression as she hurriedly ripped the puppet off of her hand.
 
"No-no! It's not scary. See? It's just another part of me;" Angeline tried to explain, as she pointed to the human-mouth on the palm of her hand like that wouldn't be even more disturbing.
"I'm not hurt, or anything. Please don't freakou-"
 
"Cool!" Austin exclained. "... Excuse me?" Angeline processed was he said for a moment before they both looked down at the puppet on the floor and back up to meet each other's gaze. "... Can we keep going without it? Please?" Austin beamed.
 
Jackie's titty fucking was good, but the clown girl had no more trick up her sleeve.
 
Charlie watched as she reached up behind her back with a sick grin.
 
Before he knew what she had planned, Jackie - completely topless and bare-chested - shiftly yanked at a ripchord on her back.
 
In an instant, her breasts ballooned almost twenty-times from their previous double-d's. If there were more letters in the alphabet beyond 'z', maybe Charlie could say for sure what size her cup must be after that trick.
 
As her fat milkers bobbed up and down and settled from the force of their deployment, Jackie lifted them up and let them flop hard onto Charlie's lap.
 
It felt like she dropped a pair of water melons on his thighs. Only they were big enough to engulf his waist in her cleavage.
 
Brett was a bit weirded out by Angeline's hand-mouths, but he wasn't going to make a big deal out of it if Austin was okay with it.
He turned to Mara, who was as silent as she had been since the moment they met.
"... So, what's your shtick?"
 
The goth mime said nothing as she hiked her legs up, showing off her milky thighs to show off her shapely rump roast tucked away in her panties; which she promptly slipped up over her ankles and threw to the side.
 
Mara spread her two, meaty drumsticks that were almost as thick as her waist.
between her labia was a hem like a gym bag; complete with a drawstring. She pulled one end and the knot came undone before spreading the loose opening of her vagina with a wide gape.
It looked like it was wide enough to take Brett's head in, and - in fact - it would, as her inner walls were already slick; her vulva dripping as she was ready for what was to come next.
 
"... Woah." Was about the most Brett could manage.
 
Mara got to her feet and walked over to Brett. The young man sitting back to look up as she straddled him; looming over him with her gaping clussy drawn and practically drooling over his face and shoulders.
 
Easing herself down, Mara easily engulfed his head as her walls closed around and Brett felt his entire head stretching out her pussy as her lips starting to yawn around his shoulders and arms.
 
Brett's view was nothing but the hot, wet, and tight darkness that seemed to go on forever when he met some greater resistence. It was Mara's cervix.
He thought maybe she would stop there; but the small opening seemed to stretch around his crown like a skull cape as she took him in to his elbows. Brett was swallowed up to his chest in Mara's mime pussy now.
 
Outside, his Johnson was hard as a rock; throbbing; and leaking pre as Mara started back up and slowly Brett's head pulled out of her womb as the cold air hit his now-soaked upper torso.
 
"Strike one!" Charlie climaxed hard; spraying his seed over Jackie's breasts and face as he threw his head back in bliss.
 
"How was that, hot stuff? Want to have another round in a few?" Jackie beamed.
 
"Just-" Charlie gulped with a pant, "... just a minute. I gotta clean up first."
He smiled over at his boyfriend, who didn't miss a beat as he eagerly scrambled over to Charlie's lap.
 
Austin slipped up between his thighs as he knelt down and slurped up Charlie's flaccid member into his mouth like a noodle.
 
Despite Jackie putting him through the wringer, Austin knew how to turn Charlie's dials as he cleaned him off.
Swirling his tongue around Charlie's tip as Charlie's erection sprang back to life in Austin's mouth. He ran his lips along the length of his boyfriend's shaft and lapped up the cum mixed with lub; giving him head as it suckled every last drop of his seed from his cock as Charlie came again hard in his mouth. Austin hated leaving a mess behind.
 
As Austin gave his man's sausage a thorough tongue-bath, Angelina turned around and crawlled toward his raw bussy. The open hole gaped slighted, lubed up and twitched between his firm, milky cheeks as it soaked with slick his own juices and Charlie's fresh seed; the things of love.
 
The elastic clown girl noticed his cock bobbing from under his swinging balls as he worked on Charglie. He didn't cum just yet, but a bead of pre had started forming at the tip. She didn't want to waste a single drop as much as she hated to interrupt them.
So Angelina wrapped her arm up and around Austin's waist and cupped her hand under his bouncing pecker. The mouth on her hand smacked it's lips as Angelina licked her lips eagerly. She gently eased Austin's stiff rod into her hand-mouth and ran the tip along the top of it as she began deep-throating it in her serpentine arm.
 
His cock swallowed up to his base, her fingers fondled and kneaded his testes as Austin started taking more of Charlie's dick in his mouth, now that he was rested and had a chance to recharge.
 
Austin's lips parted with a smack before getting a shot of cum to the face. Charlie froze; and the reflex made another jolt from his cock squirt another band of white, ropey seed onto Austin's face as it rolled over his cheeks.
 
Austin however, just smile up at Charlie. "It's okay. If it's yours, than I want it." He reached over to his tote bag next to the couch and produced a clean textile cloth. But rather than just wipe it away, Austin licked up Charlie's seed from the pristine rag.
 
"Strike two!" Angeline chirpped from behind him; still giving him fellatio with her hand-mouth.
 
Jackie was turned on by the two lovers' display; but also felt a little left out.
Luckily, she found her next victim: Mara was just about finished with Brett as she stood up and let his frosted-tipped crown plop out of her cootch.
 
"That was... interesting." Brett could say the least. He had been used for sex before, but not so literally like that.
 
"I need a minute to recharge... and maybe a shower.
But you got anything in your repertoire for round two?"
 
Mara stared at Brett blankly before walking away short distance in front of him. She turned, and reached behind her for something.
 
Brett didn't see anything in front of him before. It was just a blank wall in front of him where Mara was standing. So what could she possibly be reaching for?
 
For a moment he considered something out a cartoon; a hammerspace, where a prop of some kind would just magically appear out of thin air.
But instead he was greeted with something he wasn't expecting when Mara revealed what she was keeping behind her back as she held it up in the palm of hand and gestured to it with the other hand with an open, upturned palm in a flourish delivered with that same, perma-stone neutral expression as before:
 
Nothing.
 
Brett snorted, "You serioues?" At least she was being creative with her sarcasm.
True to form, she was an excellent entertainer; just like her two other sisters.
Being a one trick pony wasn't so bad with an act that good. But it was a bit disappointing that the best wasn't saved for last at the end of the night.
But just when Brett that the show was over, Mara still had another trick up her sleeve.
Or up her thigh, to be more accurate.
 
She reached down to the rim of her panties' leg opening to pull it up.
Brett saw a round spot on the side of her hip that looked like matte plastic with a deep groove in a small circle in the middle.
 
He raised an eyebrow, not sure what to make of the unusual display at first.
Mara bent over and pulled her down around her ankles before lefting each leg and pulling them off to fly unceremoniously onto the floor.
 
She reached into the crease with her painted, black nails, and the concave base of the nub inside popped out into a convex mound on which the cylindrical tube was now on full display.
 
Brett was speechless.
Her butt didn't feel fake at least, not as he reached up to hold onto them while she was squatted over him during their earlier man-sitting routine.
 
Mara put her thumb under the tab of the attached cap of the mouth-piece and flipped the cap over and popped out the blunt nub keeping the opaque, hollow tunnel sealed air-tight.
 
Cradling the thing that was not there in her arms, Mara looked up from her valve to her other hand and "set" it down on the ground in front of her.
 
Reaching to the side and grasping at nothing like it was long and thin with her hand balled around and her fingers curled in.
 
"Lifting" it up, she brought her other hand over and wrapper her fingers around one after the other in a wave before pulling her drawing it up and out the length of her arm.
 
A rope?
 
That was Brett's best guess as least.
Mara knew now to keep someone's attention, that was for sure. He was glued to see where all this was going.
 
It wasn't until he saw Mara fix one end to her nuzzle that it clicked: it was a hose.
 
Mara reached out with both hands as she stood up and wrapped her fingers around something; the handle of a punger. She pulled up and with some "effort" pushed the plunger down as her butt seemed to... grow a bit.
 
Brett swore he could hear what sounded like air hiss INSIDE her cheeks like a hollow chamber, but each mound jiggled like silicon as it suddenly puffed out and fall slightly larger than before with each pump. Her cheeks seemed to squeak like PVC plastic, or a rubber balloon.
 
Each time her bust bounces up and down and she thrusts her butt out; making it jiggle even more as it puffs and balloons out before falling again to a noticably larger size than before.
 
Mara's thighs also grew; tapering at the knees as her gluts started to merge into them and become less distinct.
 
Her figure became more and more pear-shaped as the creaking and squicking ended with a Bop! Or maybe more like a phwoomp! as Mara's ass was now bigger than a bean bag chair, and wider than Brett's own shoulders.
 
"Hey... " Brett looked back at Jackie, who was crawling toward his side. Her breasts - which looked like they could have easily matched each of Mara's cheeks - were pressed against his back. "... Are you going to use this?"
 
Jackie proded Brett's raging erection with the tip of her finger.
Mara - of course - said nothing.
 
 
 
Moments later, Jackie was riding Brett's cock as Mara was smothering him with her gigantic, inflated butt.
It sure didn't smell prosthetic. Brett thought it make be some kind of inflatable pair of underwear.
 
But the sweat and dank smell of booty wrapped in a pair of panties all day convinced him that it was very real.
And currently annihilating him as she was crushed under was felt like a giant, heavy marshmallow. And almost as pale as one too.
 
Brett fought back his own orgasm as the two clown girls were riding him like an Uber.
The fact that he couldn't get Mara up off him even if he tried somehow making this even hotter for him as she was utterly helpless around Jackie's tight pussy; her fat para-boobs rubbing and slapping at his sides and bouncing on his stomach.
 
 
 
Austin sat on Charlie's lap; craddled in his boyfriend's strong, projectile arms as he bounced the young man. His soft moans escaping between wet smacking of their lips as he made out with Charlie over his shoulder. He rocked his hips as Austin straddled his well-toned thighs.
 
Angeline was sucking off Austin with one hand, while her other was busy attending to her own needy pussy. In truth, she wanted to ride Austin right now. But she didn't want to interrupt the two love birds as their pace quickened. Charlie's bucking steadily grew as Austin practically begged for more.
 
Before they knew it, Austin's tight, little bussy squeezed around Charlie's cock as he thrust into him one last time.
Angeline's hand-mouth slipped, and Austin's head plopped out just as he was climaxing.
 
Time seemed to freeze as Charlie opened his eyes and saw that Austin's dick was now flopping free and ready to shoot.
 
But he wasn't about to ruin this perfect moment by making a mess.
 
Austin thrust his hips and shot his load stright up in the air. He threw his head back as the string of cum arched back and accelerated down.
 
Angeline was ripped away from the edge as he had pulled out of her, but she was brought back to her senses when she looked back and went wide-eyed when she saw Austin take aim and fire.
 
Jackie halted her grinding as Mara sat up off Brett's face. He himself turned his head aside to see why they stopped.
 
Mouth agape with his tongue lulled out, his own white, hot seed landed death center in his mouth; right onto his tongue as he closed shut and swallowed the mouthful in one gulp.
 
Angelina looked back at him on her hands and knees with a dumbfounded look on her face.
 
"HOME RUN!"
 
The stretchy-armed clown's announcement was brought with thunderous applause.
 
 
 
 
 
 
The fucking went on for a while longer after that. Angeline finally got some much-needed attention as she was being spitroast by Austin and Charlie. Her arms reaching around their back and rimming them as they raw-fucked her holes.
 
"That was fun, " Charlie panted, Austin curled up on his chest as he nuzzled him. "... but I think it's time we settled down for the night."
 
Jackie took a look at her phone. "Wow. It is getting late." She gave Charlie a miscivous smile. "You don't have to be anywhere in the morning, right? Can we pick this back up tomorrow where we left off?"
 
"I don't see why not." Angeline looked over from the puddle Charlie and Austin had felt her over to Brett. He was equally spent; having beween been treated to a fanny and sweaty ass for tonight's dessert with a side of mammoth titties to go along with it.
 
Even though she didn't have much in terms of her own cleavage, Angeline still wanted a piece of him; crestfallen that she couldn't get to him tonight.
 
"Before you start feeling too left out: ", Charlie assured, "Just know that Brett sleepwalks, and he always sleeps in the buff too." he said with a sick grin, as Austin stifled a laugh on his square titty.
 
 
 
 
Austin didn't mind giving up his bed sense he'd be sleeping with Charlie most nights (even if it did mean it get unmade during the night.) And Angeline and Jackie didn't mind sharing Austin's bed either.
 
Apparently, it was common for family members to share beds under the same roof in Algaren culture.
 
A glass of water and a quick trip to the water closet later, Brett stopped just short of his bed and looked down to find Mara laying on it.
Wonderful - he thought, he was worried he'd have to sleep on the couch.
He was hoping he'd sleep in his own bed; but it looks like that won't be happening tonight.
 
"Where I supposed to sleep?"
 
Mara grabbed his pillow and held it up in front of him.
 
"Oh, well it's nice of you let me have my pillow."
 
Without a word, Mara rolled onto her back and yiked her legs straight up together and lifted her butt off Brett's mattress.
 
"... Uh?" Brett's pillow was gently tossed down onto the sheets as Mara let her bottom fall onto it. It bounced a bit as she spread her legs; peering out between them to lock eyes with Brett.
He looked at Mara's face peering over her bust as she met his gaze with her blank stare.
 
Than she reached her hands down and under her legs on either side and spread her butt and pussy for Brett.
 
He looked down at his pillow sitting on his mattress; then up at Mara's spread pussy; and back down to his pillow as the gothic mime was sprawled out on his bed when all he wanted was to slee-
 
Then it hit him; and his lips pursed into an open-mouthed "O", jaw-drop in his realization.
 
 
 
Brett's shoulders were fit snuggly inside Mara's wide hips as he was engulfed up to his chin inside the Mime Algaren's clussy.
 
He barely needed his down pillow anymore; head raised above the mattress box concaved in beneath them from Mara's hips-for-days and milky, thunder thighs, as they both lay together on thier sides.
His arms were pinned to his side's; bending at the elbow as he was doubled-over into the fetal position and hands together between his thighs inside the gothic Clown's womb.
 
Brett's modestly tones physique was distending Mara's abdomen into a big, wide, and rounded preggo-belly that made the soundly sleeping mine look more like the Octo-mom rather than a proper sleeping bag for him.
His knees pressed up against her breasts as Mara rested one arm above them on her bloated stomach and softly, yet somehow in complete and utter silence as if she was pantomiming in her deep slumber.
 
She even does this in her sleep, the show off.
 
Still, Brett didn't really need his pillow right now.
 
Even through it would have been nice for her to cut the act for one night so he could know what she wanted from him without being all bitchy about it.
But there was no sense complaining about it now: He was here now; forlorn, and nothing to do but try and get some sleep himself between her doughy, buttery, linen thighs.
 
When did his life become some weird fanfic? - he thought.
 
But it was getting kind of stuffy under the sheets for Brett. Mara's belly was a cozy 98.6 degrees, and her sopping wet, drawstring fanny was creeping up on his chin like a Turtleneck sweater. Worst of all was the ass-sweat from her caked up, thighs scissoring him.
On the plus side: Brett would have the biggest, fattest pillow in the whole Damn city to rest under his head if Mara ever rolled them onto their backs so he could breath. He absently wondered if either of her sisters showered together with her.
He imagined Mara would need arms as long as Angeline's to reach around a butt that big.
 
Then Brett heard a sound he didn't want to hear.
 
Like being in a wind tunnel, Brett's face was caught between Mara's clattering arse cheeks.
Now on Gaea did the others not wake up with that huge wet one slapping out of there?
 
Mara, whatever you've been eating: Get yourself sorted, old girl.
Seriously, that's foul. What crawled up your ass and died?
 
Brett breathed out a sort, hard sigh as he realized he'd be choking through the brown haze trapped under the covers with him.
 
He smacked his lips together.
 
And it was in his mouth too. Disgusting.
It even had an after taste at the back of his throat.
But then Brett had to think again. Something came to mind that pulled him out of his internal rant.
 
He slapped his lips over his tongue for another taste of the fresh flatus; as much as the thought of doing so revolted him.
 
Is that sugar?
 
Something cakey and sweet like vanilla. Brett's mind dreamt up the imagine of something white and fluffy. He knew Mara's farts wouldn't be visible; that would be childish. But with a taste this sweet, he couldn't held but try and place what color it would be he weren't under the covered and under the cover of night.
Pink? No, too Summery and sunny for Mara... Though chewing gum did come to mind with this fetid, yet oddly sweet smell on his tongue. Something purple for someone are dark and gloomy as Mara; like something grapy, or maybe like chewing gum mixed together with something... Blue rapsberry? It had the bite of a rip and crisp raspberry out for vengeance as that rancid odor was biting his tongue and burning at the bad of his throat.
 
Then - as he considering whether or not Mara's hot, wet, and meaty farts smelt with more of a hint of either ice cream, or rock candy, or even toothpaste, Brett was brought back from the sick-worthy, yet somehow still tolerable stench by his Prince Charles sliding up into his hands inside the monster mime's womb - (not to be confused with his admittedly larger friend - Charlie.)
 
Great, now he had to deal with this before he could get some sleep. Why did everything have to be so complicated?
 
Well - Brett thought - His horniness got him into his mess; maybe there's a way it can get him out of it too!
 
He had assumed that Mara was just a heavy sleeper. I mean, how else could she share a room with her wild and cock-hungry sisters with several others in the same house - he thought.
So the solution was about as obvious as the predicament he suddenly found himself in:
 
Brett would just wank himself off to sleep!
Right there... in Mara's giant, gaping, clown-monster fanny...
 
His life really had turned into the looney ben.
 
Brett wondered if she'd shit his bed while she was at it.
 
Imagining her in pumpkin diapers, or maybe bats or spiders. Great, Brett had a raging-stiffy again.
 
He hadn't realized he would be dealing with Sisyphus' ballocks as he tried in vain to catch a wink of sleep.
 
Brett just gave up. He starting jerking it hard, fast, and shot load after load as the night went on. Either he'd pass out from exhaustion before sunshine, or wring his nuts dry trying.
 
 
 
Brett felt the cool air of the outside world flush against his bare chest and legs as he was suddenly ejected from Mara's vagina.
 
"It's a BOY!" Angeline cheered.
 
"Congraulations." Jackie delivered deadpan, as Angeline blew into a party horn.
 
That was one way to wake up.
 
"How did you guys sleep through all of that?"
 
The two clown girls just snickered to each other. "We're used to it."
 
"... Roight." He gave himself a quick whiff. A shower was in order. He looked down at Mara; staring back at him with her ripe arse and sopping, gaping fanny soaking into his bedsheets.
 
{{And a trip to the laundromat.}}
 
 
 
The boys were will pretty groggy even after coffee. But the realization that they had nothing for breakfest demanded a trip to the super market.
 
Their friend, Curt the florist, was busy with flower arrangments as usual. At least his bruised eye healed up a bit since last time.
 
Only now he was positively giddy. "Wow Curt, I don't think I've ever seen you this happy before!" Austin smiled.
 
"I meet the must amazing woman yesterday.
 
And just look what she gave me: "
 
Charlie examined it. He thought it was strange to put one in a pot of dirt. Usually you would stick one in a foam block. But something about the sway it swayed with Curt's movements made it seem... Off. "... Wait. Is that... ?" Curt smiled, "A flower. A real flower. I never thought I'd see another again!"
 
"Hey there, shoog~<3" A tall woman build like an athlet strode up to Curt's side and wrapped an arm around him with a kiss. "Guys, this is Barbara. She's my Geeih'ef."
 
"Woah! Ride 'em, COWBOY!" Brett said astonished. Maybe a bit too on the nose. But the new couple didn't seem to mind as they giggled like a pair of school children.
 
"Actually we were going out for a date later tonight. I was kind of wondering if you knew any good places to go."
 
 
 
 
This had been Curt's first date in a while from what they understood, so the three decided to be his wingmen tonight.
 
It's not like they had much else to do really.
Wilfred met them at the door, and was more than happy to lend a hand.
 
But to their surprise, it wasn't just Curt and Barbara. Bernard was there with another woman. And Maurice and Martin were sitting at their table with their dates as well.
 
Wil chuckled rather loudly. "Hey, Bernard! I thought you'd be working in the kitchen." Bernard just shrugged, "Oh no, I'm here on a date actually. I don't work here anymore."
Bernard said as his date put a hand on his shoulder. "Austin, Charlie, Brett, this is Fortuna. Fortuna, these fellows here were my best customers for years."
 
Brett gave a meek smile toward Fortuna, but couldn't shake what Bernard just said. "Um, if you don't mind my asking... "
 
Bernard got the hint.
 
"My boss gave me a letter of termination after I got the single most scathing review of my whole carrier. The resaurant lost two whole stars because of it, and now their name doesn't even come up in the top five result pages in the most-used search engines."
 
"It's was Darla, because of course it was... "
 
"That's rough, man." Maurice said, as Martin added: "At least you have time for someone now."
 
Bernard tried looking on the bright side. "Speaking of: What happened with you guys? You both said it was over a girl. I heard the fight was pretty bad; but you never told me it was that bad."
 
"You two always seemed like you were practically attached to the hip! What happened?!" Wilfred asked.
 
Charlie shook his head. "Vickie and Susie said they both cheated on them with other girls."
 
"That's not quite right; I broke up with Vickie because I thought she was cheating on me with Martin."
 
"Yeah, yeah and Susie and I broke up because I thought she and Maurice were cheating on me."
 
"And then what happened?" Bernard asked.
 
"Well, then Vickie turned around and said we broke because I was cheating on her with Susie."
 
"And Susie told me we were broken up because Vickie and I were the ones cheating on her."
 
Brett blinked, "... And why did you two think the other was cheating with your partners?"
 
"Darla told me." "... Darla told YOU?!" "Darla told me TOO!"
 
"... I, uh-" Curt started, rubbing the back of his head. "... My apartment doesn't even have stairs. I live on the first floor with my grandmother."
 
 
 
 
A long, uncomfortable silence fell over the table as they all exchanged looks. Then Wilfred started to laugh.
 
"Well, look on the bright side! Bernard, you always said you wanted more time off. Now you can file for unemployment and get all the free time you want!"
 
"And Curt! You can tell all the guys at the gym that you know how to take a hit and keep on movin' now, huh? You know: because they used to call you the punching bag?"
 
"I mean - hey, Maurice: We always used to joke that you and Martin were like two peas in a pod. And I guess we can call you SPlIT peas. Ha-ha... "
 
He was still laughing; only now his face was prone as he doubled over in his seat. But soon his "ha-has" started to sound more like "boohoos" as his laughing turned to crying. No, weeping. Stratch that: Sobbing.
And then...
 
Before they knew it, Wilfred threw his head back.
 
"ah-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGHHH!"
Wilfred's ear-piercing scream echoed.
 
"I CAN'T DO IT, MAN! I CAN'T FUCKING DO IT ANYMORE!
SMILING DOESN'T WORK; PLAYING IT OFF DOESN'T WORK; EVEN LAUGHING DOESN'T WORK!"
 
"I NEED OUT! LET ME OUT!"
 
 
 
"Whoa-hoh-oh! What happened to Meunier? That guy needs to lighten up."
 
But the group didn't share Darla's sense of humor as she walked up to them.
 
"You boys see the Wicked Witch of the West around here lately? Or did she melt away?" This time, Charlie wasn't holding Brett back. However, Brett just stared her down.
 
But Darla kept it up as they sat in stunned silence seething at her every word.
 
"Hey, Buttercup! Long time, no see. Did ya miss me?! 'cause I didn't miss you!" Yeah, and he still has the black eye to prove it! Austin thought.
 
"Seriously through: Sorry to hear about you losing your job, Bernard; but you kind of deserved it for your shitty attitude. But hey: you learned your listen in the end, didn't you? And that's what counts." But did it absolutely have to come as the cost of his job? Brett thought.
 
"Maurice, Martin! I almost didn't recognize you two! It's been years! Listen: the girls and I have been talking; and they decided that we're all cool now. So they wanted to know if you were available this weekend. I hate to brag; but I may have put in a good word for you two. No need to thank me." THANK you? You're the reason they all broke up in the first place! Thought Charlie.
 
"Well weren't that mighty mind of, ya... " Barbara scolded sarcastically, as she grabbed Curt and got up to leave.
 
Bernard and Fortuna practically flew from the table and out the door. With the two, twin dates following close behind.
 
Darla: "... Whelp, looks like I'm left scrapping the bottom of the barrel again tonight, boys~! Aren't you glad you still have me?!"
 
But they weren't amused.
 
"Guess I'm just nice like that.
I'm just a caring, fun-loving person like that. I don't understand why people are so serious these days.", Darla finished. "Maybe it's because you're a big, fat BITCH!"
 
 
 
 
 
 
Darla didn't say a word. Instead, she turn turned around and headed out the door. Rounding the corner, she left the view of the window overlooking the street and was gone.
 
The silence was broken with Charlie, "... You do realize you said that out loud."
 
Austin balled his hands up at his sides into fists. "Good. I wanted her to hear it."
 
"If you thought things were bad before."
 
"I don't care, Brett. I want to go home. Now!"
 
Charlie gulped. He had never seen Austin like this before; not even when they fought.
 
"I want to go. I want to leave Beldwitsch. I can't stay here anymore; not with Darla."
 
 
 
Charlie and Brett were less concerned with the wrath of Darla as much as Austin's sudden change.
What could they do? What could they even say? That it would be alright? It wouldn't. It couldn't.
 
Brett's attention was caught by another crowd of people had gathered in the streets. But it wasn't a clown: It was a human.
 
A woman in her mid-twenties lifted the whole, soy chicken by the mock-bone of its drumsticks over her head, and tilted her her head back as she opened her mouth so wide the youths thought they might hear her own bones crack.
 
And then the woman's mouth opened wider.
Impossibly wide - and wider stil, until it began crowing the imitation poultry, and yawned open even further.
Her neck bulged out as her lips began curling over her meal. As it sank into her collar bone, the woman's cheeks shrank down to their original size, followed by her throat.
 
With one final 'Gulp', the vegetarian bird descended into her belly as it bloated out until she looked like she was pregnant with twins.
Her gut hung as she took a bow to the thunderous applause of the crowd gathered around, as if the fanfare of grand stage performance.
 
Needless to say: Brett was weirded out by the bizarre performance.
 
Unsure what to make of it, he decided to catch up with Charlie and Austin at the apartment.
 
 
To be continued.
 
End of part 1-3.