Hyper-Belly (A Story of Exaggeration) at 6:46 PM

A small explanation for you, upon the fortnight. This is a story that shall start a series of stories that I hope will be posted on Mondays, however with my, um..."Busy Schedule" this set up may or may not happen. However, I can assure you that I will be writing more of these novellas in the future and they will pretty much follow the same theme. However However, if you email me at FengharTheNord@gmail.com with a special suggestion I'm sure I can cook you up a magnificent feast of the mind, body, and soul. Or you can just email me for suggestions about anything or just to say hi or chat or virus or free online game or porn. Whatever you feel like emailing me about. I'm lonely

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"...I enjoy long walks on the beach and Turtleneck Sweaters."
There was a long silence. Jerry shifted uneasily in his chair and made an almost unnoticeable whimper as he tried to swallow the frog in his throat.
Finally, the businessman spoke for the first time during the entire interview.
"Turtlenecks, eh?"
Jarry grunted in affirmation.
There was a slight change in the businessman's expression that lasted only an instant. A sort of twitch of the corner of his mouth. Unfortunately Jgarry didn't notice this, nor did he notice how the Businessman was looking at him now. How he was undressing him with his eyes.
Of course Jgherri didn't notice this on account of his mild retardation and like of turtleneck sweaters...
"You'll do" said the Businessman, his features growing ever sterner.
There was a loud pop and a small blue can rolled into the the small white room they were sitting in. The Businessman now allowed a full smile to creep across his face as he slowly placed his briefcase on the table before him. The room began to slowly fill with grey noxious smoke that smelled like homeless people. As Ghjeriry's vision started to blur he was able to make out the rough shape of a gas mask on the Businessman's face...
He was also able to make out that the Businessman was standing now and that he was slowly unzipping his pants...
That was about the time nJ'rryie passed out...
When he awoke he found himself naked and chained to a cold concrete slab in the middle of a cold concrete room that was a part of a cold concrete research facility a couple and a half miles under the cold concrete foundation of Opossum city. There were quite a few syringes scattered about the are that Should have warned tpGa'riynm to be careful, but once again his mild retardation and passion for turtleneck sweaters(Which happened to be lying about the room in various colors and states of mis-use) got the better of him.
Kevin was appalled.
"How could anyone do that to a sweater" He thought to himself.
Several of the sweaters were covered in human excrement(and other bodily fluids that I'd rather not go into detail about). Dereck was determined to break free of his bonds and save the sweaters. Pulling and Yanking and Thrashing his way free, he managed only to tire himself. The chains were too strong and his frustration got the better of him and he slammed his head back down on the slab.
Nothing.
He didn't feel a thing!
Just then the chains turned into water and he floated inside an enormous technicolor bunny which proceeded to explode into a thousand chests full to the brim with curdled milk. Jalepenos pelted him from all sides and he was pulled under the tide of a sea of meat product and refried beans. Gasping for air he became a dolphin existing entirely on a seperate plane but parallel to his own mind's wisdom. Passion fruit explodes and Mountain Dew streams down all over his body. The current of his heart moans burst forth onto erotically tailored sweaters and whole universes were destroyed as his lungs filled a single breathe. One tear rolled down the camel's face and the blue man exploded tearing the fabrics of reality.
Sweaters were the only thing left.
Beautiful Turtleneck sweaters caressing his body and mind and soul.
Back in the real world Twyitina was experiencing what is known as a "Concussion".
When he came to he found that he was no longer chained to the slab and that he had a burning desire to "relieve" himself in more ways than one might think. Barely able to contain the fluids and solids that were ready to burst forth he was desperate to find a solution. Screaming in agonizing pain, he could feel his kidneys and liver and all those other mushy things inside our bodies that deal with stuff that goes "out" begin to rip and tear. In the nick of time a small tube just large enough for a standard naval issue 100% cotton turtleneck sweater to fit through came down out of the cold concrete ceiling.
A small cheerful diddy played and out popped a nice, warm, fresh, standard naval issue 100% cotton turtleneck sweater.
Honda knew what he had to do....



In a cold concrete room behind locked doors in a closed hall in a sealed off sector of a quarantined area of the cold concrete research facility a couple and a half miles below the cold concrete foundation of opossum city a man in a plain white lab coat was sitting in front of a one way mirror with only a tape recorder and a small circular red button by his side. He clicked the record button, pausing a moment, reflecting on the situation, before he spoke.
"Test number 17...Success."
"Test subject undergone thorough examination."
"All required data has been gathered."
"Test subject's termination at 16:34."
He set down the tape recorder and looked at his watch.
3
2
1
His finger came down on the small red button...

TO BE CONTINUED!