Toncek Martincek's Journal: In The Ghetto, 21-30.

In the Ghetto Part XXI

Vlad had surgeoned the carburetor of the Chevy van with a degree of incompetence befitting a Lockwood. The van shook as it inched down the street; every few minutes, the exhaust manifold would flood with pure gas and react with a massive backfire. The van would then stall a moment and then lurch forward with a great burst of speed. This behavior seemed normal to Vlad, who had grown up believing that any healthy system must emit gas nearly constantly. The van was simply farting in the tradition of any normal "healthy" Lockwood.

As the van lurched and shook, the imitation-gold medallion Vlad had hung from the rear-view mirror would swing wildly and knock him in the head. Vlad paid no attention, as he sang along with the eminem 8-track that was blasting at full volume. Onlookers pointed and laughed as the primer-colored van shimmied past them, with it's ridiculous driver singing and moving his head in rythm to the music that spoke so sweetly to the angry teen within.

Marticock wailed each time he was tossed about in the passenger seat. Each jerk of the van would throw Marticock against the door and loosen a pocket of gas. The burning methane would irritate his infected, gangrened rectum, causing him to scream out in agony. His face was red and his eyes were glassy from tears. A constant stream of bloodied pus oozed into his diaper. Marticock was only eight months old, but he was already developing a characteristic Lockwood beer gut. His stomach bounced and jiggled with the surging of the van and his tiny penis twitched in time with the music blaring from the speakers.

The power steering mechanism of the van was one of the many casualties of the jolted engine and Vlad struggled to turn the vehicle to the left. He barely managed to get the wheels turned in time and the sides of the wheels scraped the curb to the right, sending two hubcaps flying out at unsuspecting pedestrians. Vlad panted and sweat rolled down his face from the effort put into turning the steering wheel. Vlad floored the breaks and the vehicle slowly stopped in front of a sleazy-looking shop.

Vlad grabbed Marticock and lumbered into Priscilla's Sex Shop. Slowly, he waddled up to the counter and sat Marticock - dressed only in his skimpy diaper - onto the sticky floor. A rather robust woman was standing behind the counter, she forced a smile in greeting, "hi there... what can I do for you today?"

Vlad paused a moment to drool and remember the list of items he had come to purchase, "uhhhh. Let's see. Okay. I want a 12-inch Slim John, an extra-wide Smiling Joe, a pound of Love Balls. I need a Butt Beaver with extra fur. Uhhhh...."

Marticock gurgled as he played with some lint he found on the floor.

"Oh yeah, I need a glossy black leather ghimp suit."

The sales-lady was unphased by the list, having worked at Priscilla's for ten years, "What size would you like that ghimp suit?"

Vlad looked down at the gurgling Marticock and realized he didn't know what size to request. He bent over and grabbed Marticock by the back of his diaper. He lifted Marticock up for the sales lady. "This size," he panted.

As Marticock hung over the counter, a glop of bloody pus plopped out of his diaper and spattered on the counter. Vlad stared at the ooze for a moment and farted, "Oh yeah, and do you sell Vagisil?"

The sales lady disappeared into the dank shadows of the sex shop and returned with a large bag stuffed with goodies. Vlad drooled as he imagined the various uses to which he would put these wonderous space-aged products.

The lady expertly punched several keys on the cash register and derived a total, "that will be 128 dollars and 64 cents, sir, will that be cash, check or charge?"

Vlad farted, "food stamps".

In the Ghetto Part XXII

Vlad couldn't believe that the Welfare Department and Social Services were forcing him to go find a job. El-Arse hosting would soon have a paying customer and he would soon be the next Bill Gates. Vlad rubbed his half inch pecker as he imagined ruling the world from his Joliet compound. Vlad's daydreaming was shattered by a foundation rattling fart that emanated from the bedroom. Reza was waking up from her pig tranquilizer and Mad Dog 20/20 induced slumber. She appeared in the doorway, her massive fatness filling the opening. She made a beeline to the fridge. While waddling towards her food source, a large black butt plug fell from beneath her mu-mu. It slid across the floor and stopped in front of Marticock. Marti was still phased from the roofies Vlad had forced him to snort the night before. And it took a few moments for the drug ravaged brain to realize it's favorite teething toy was available. Marti shoved it in his mouth and let out a wet, happy fart. Vlad smiled, he was just like his old man. But, his pride quickly turned to rage.

"Damn you, you fat fucking cow of a woman," Vlad yelled. "You know this is to never come out, except for when I allow you to remove it!" Vlad got his body to contort into some abomination of a karate stance he saw on his cam copy of Blade2 and knocked Reza on to her gut. Reza rocked back and forth as Vlad maneuvered around to her ass. Vlad took aim with the butt plug and rammed it home. Reza moaned and Vlad got hard. Vlad was hung like a doorbell and he was full aroused. Reza couldn't touch the floor with any of her pork filled appendages. She looked on helplessly as Vlad grabbed Marticock. Marticock cooed with glee as Vlad coated his head with cold cooking grease from the stove top. In one fell swoop, Marticock was shoved headfirst into Reza's flabby cunt. This was quickly followed by Vlad ramming the whole inch of his manhood into Marticock's fudge flavored love tunnel. Reza and Vlad moaned as the three of them oscillated to Vlad's gyrations. From the bubbles that would erupt from Reza's cooch, Marticock was enjoying himself as well. Vlad finished and started to leave. Marticock oozed out of him mother's sloppy snatch and landed on the floor with a thud. Vlad grabbed a greasy towel from the floor and snatched Marticock up. Reza let out a satisfied fart and Vlad replied with one of his own. "I love you, Vlad," Reza said through an orgasmic haze. "Shut the fuck up, you fat fucking whore," Vlad snapped back as he slammed the door.

An hour later, Vlad is in the front lobby of the County Employment Office. He lugs himself up to the desk. A young woman sits behind the desk; she turns pale as she sees Vlad approach. "You have to give me a fucking job, bitch," Vlad farted with authority. The lady didn't even look up. She just pointed to a big wall full of listings. Vlad waddled back and started looking. All these jobs are for chumps Vlad thought to himself as he looked at the jobs that were available.

"I own my own business," Vlad said aloud. "Welcome to /dev/nul fucking losers." And, with that, Vlad turned to leave. But, 3 unemployed steel workers overheard Vlad's disparaging comments. "Who are you calling a loser, fatboi," one of them said. Vlad's defense mechanism started up and a protective fart erupted from his stained sweatpants. "Get the fuck out of here you stinky fat ball," another one said. Vlad wasn't' going to take this abuse.

"Back the fuck up," Vlad yelled. "Have you ever seen the Michael Jackson interview with Barbra Walters? That's the kind of karate I practice. You are going to get a free lesson." Vlad grabbed Marticock and started wildly swinging him about his head. Marti giggled as Vlad made grunting noises and kicked with his stumpy legs at anything he perceived to be a threat. Vlad backed out of the front door, still swinging Marticock at his opponents. Upon exiting the building, Vlad started his walk home. He reached his neighborhood. Ten dollar whores lined the corners. They laughed as Vlad walked past. But, the it would be Vlad who would be laughing in the end. Vlad had found a new 'job', except the job was for Marticock. Vlad ripped Marticock's filth riddled diaper off, exposing his well worn anus. "Five dollars a pop!" Vlad yelled at the top of his lungs holding Marticock out for all to see. Vlad let a content fart, knowing that he would be able eat, thanks to Marticock's talented ass.

In the Ghetto Part XXIII

The cave was dark but warm. The floor was covered with a steaming liquid, an acid, that was prevented from eating into the structure of the cave by a coating of thick slime. The cave was rich with a foul stench. Various liquids streamed from random openings in the cave walls, which bubbled with slime. Along the walls and floor of the cave, a huge colony of creatures huddled together, feeding on the slime coating and various other decaying substances which were piled on the floor of the cave.

The creatures were nothing more than gelatinous blobs and they emitted a rich, toxic gas as a by-product of their feeding. They too were protected from the acidic atmosphere of the cave by their slime-covered "skin". The gaseous excrement was heavier than air and hung low along the cave floor. The acidic gasses that composed the atmosphere of the cave would bind with the excrement and produce a gas that was far deadlier than the excrement alone.

At random times, large chunks of material would fall from the sky and plop onto the cave floor. The creatures would scramble to the new food-source while the disturbance caused waves in the atmosphere that sent the toxic excrement/atmosphere gasses flowing toward a large hole in the floor.

The hole led to a large tunnel that seemed to go on forever. The walls of the tunnel were lined with branching structures, like tree-limbs, that sampled whatever happened to be passing by. The gasses were analyzed and cataloged and rejected. Some of the tendrils were killed by the lethal gasses.

The gasses flowed down the tunnel like rushing water, carrying various particles along with them. The particles would eventually slam into the walls of the tunnel and stick to the slime coating where they would be dissolved and absorbed.

Further down the tunnel, was a small opening... a light. The gasses flooded toward it. The opening was so small, that the gasses slammed into an enormous ball as they tried to push through the opening. The ball grew in size, creating more and more pressure on the opening. Finally, it gave way and the gasses escaped with an enormous, explosive burst.

Vlad farted.

In the Ghetto Part XXIV

Vlad strained. He took a deep breath and held it as he pushed harder than he ever had in his life. The veins in his forehead bulged and throbbed; his gut clenched; his anus puckered. A pocket of gas escaped from his constricted rectum, signifying a loosening somewhere in his bowel. The sweat rolled off of Vlads face and stained his sleeveless, v-neck t-shirt. Vlad's body shook as a giant length of feces slowly emerged from his anus. The feces was wide and solid and the surfaces scraped against his rectum as it moved slowly along. It seemed the thing would never finally come all the way out but it did, eventually. Vlad exhaled and his body relaxed as the cool, urine-tainted water of the toilet splashed against his sweating buttocks.

Vlad felt such a sense of achievement, he decided he must preserve this wonder of Nature that he had just expelled from his voluminous body. He reached into the toilet and rescued the turd from its ultimate fate. Carefully, he dried it off with a wad of toilet paper. The turd was a foot long, at least, and a full 4 inches thick. He cradled it in his arms as he looked upon it with admiration. Vlad sighed and flushed the toilet. He wondered how he would get through the weekend, since Reza had sent Marticock to stay with his grandparents. Vlad was already feeling anxious after spending an hour on the toilet. He heard a loud ripping noise coming from the bedroom. It was Reza practicing her farting exercises.

Reza had been looking for ways to bring her closer to her beloved. Ever since little Marticock had come along, her sex-life had taken a nose-dive. Reza watched with jealousy every time Marticock would fart and Vlad would beam with pride, then become aroused as he realized where the fart had come from. She had decided that if she could fart as well as Marticock, Vlad would want to ravage her enormous body the way he used to. She squeezed her colon with determination, forcing out another small bubble of gas, followed by a plop of warm fluid, "oh! Vlad would like that," she thought.

Reza heard the toilet flush - what opportune timing! "Oh, Vladdie-Pop! Come here!"

Vlad sighed and rolled his eyes. Why wouldn't that disgusting cow leave him alone? He trodded into the bedroom, "what now, fat- ass?"

Reza, sitting on the bed naked, held up her panties, which were large enough to use as a blanket for most people, "look!"

Vlad could see the large spot of wetness where Reza's asshole had vomited into the garment. Vlad became aroused. He sleazed over to the bed and threw off his stained shirt. Reza laid back in the bed, with a satisfied smile on her face. Her body oozed out to drip over the sides of the bed.

Vlad shed his briefs and prepared to dive into the whale that lay waiting for him. He shivered. Thoughts of Marticock's tight little butt and skimpy diaper overwhelmed him. Vlad could not bring himself to touch a woman ever again. Even if that woman was a disgusting tub of sweating lard. Vlad had to do something, he had to think fast. Then... he remembered the trophy he had in his hand.

Vlad shoved the turd into Reza's sloppy wet vagina. He plunged it in and out with ever-increasing speed and force. Reza moaned with delight. It had been so long! She didn't remember Vlad's penis being so large, "oh Vlad, I have been waiting for this moment for eight months. God, you've gotten so big!"

Vlad farted with relief that he had found a way to deflect Reza's advances. He moved the turd around in her vagina like he was stirring up a batch of fat for breakfast. It didn't take long for Reza to explode in a massive orgasm, which sent chucks of shit flying all over Vlad's pale body.

Vlad's face grew red with rage, "You fat fucking hog! You killed my turd!" Vlad took what was left of the feces and smacked Reza in the face with it. The turd broke in two and Vlad became even more angry and started punching Reza in the gut, "I'll teach you, you fat whale! My turd! MY TURD! MY FUCKING TURD!"

That night, bruised, bloodied and covered with feces, Reza cried herself to sleep.

In the Ghetto Part XXV

Vlad let out a triumphant fart through his shit stained drawers. He wasn't going to put up with any shit from those meanies on the net. "Let's see what those fuckers think of THAT," Vlad belched. Reza oozed into the room. The foundation of their hovel had collapsed from lack or repair, plus the foundation was only rated for industrial equipment and stamping machines, not the Lockwoods. With the floor boards on the dirt, Reza was all but silent as she seemed to glide across the floor. Her hanging fat rolls and repulsively fat body made her look like a cross between a slug and a hovercraft. "Oh, your not uploading pictures of Marti to alt.sex.binaries.fucked.with.a.baby again, are you? You promised, Vl..." Reza started to say, but was cut short by an alarmed fart from Vlad's lard filled ass and a backhand from Vlads stubby, pork-pie hand.

"No, you dumb jizz soaked cunt," Vlad said. "I just told all the mean people that pick on me that I will kick their asses if they come up to me. I let them all know that, if they have seen Blade or Blade 2, that is the kind of Kung Foo I practice. Like this!" Vlad swung the cattle restraining harness that he used as an office chair around and let the kinetic energy of his spheroid body propel him forward. Being an incompetent fat fuck, Vlad crashes to the floor, but not before taking out Reza and half of her prized collection of impacted fecal matter. Vlad was going to yell at Reza for making him mess up his landing, but there was a knock at the door.

Vlad swung the door open. There stood a tall man, with strong broad shoulders. A deep husky voice came from the tall man, "I read your post. Here I am." Upon looking at and hearing the voice of the tall man, Reza orgasmed and began to search for her clit. Marticock let out a tormented scream, like a devil would make when exposed to holy water. Marticock wailed and writhed in agony as the goodness that emanated from the tall man washed over his depraved and diseased body.

"Motherfucker," Vlad squealed. "You ever see Breakdancin' 2: Electric Boogaloo? That's the ki..." Vlad was stopped by a mighty blow to the face from the tall man. With Vlad's Weeble-Wobble shape, he simply rocked all the way back, only to be propelled back up right. As soon as he was back up right, he was met with yet another blow which would start the process all over again. But, since Vlad had passed out from fright at the sight of the first incoming blow, he was unaware of all of this. As Reza came out of her orgasmic haze, she saw the tall man leave. She was so saddened by his departure, she shit her self with self pity when she realized Vlad was still breathing.

Marticock let out a fart of relief.

In the Ghetto Part XXVI

Vlad, for the first time in quite a while, was alone in the house. A couple of days before Reza had complained of cramping in her lower abdomen and they realized that she was constipated again. They quickly hurried her massive bulk onto the back of a super-semi and shipped her off to the Nevada Test Site. There she would receive her annual metamucil treatment and the compacted toxic substances be disposed of in the only place on Earth more polluted than the Lockwood house. Only when they had shipped her out did he realize that Marticock must have somehow slipped between the folds of flab on her obese frame and had gone with her. Now he was lost, alone, and looking for amusement.

He had considered phoning for a hooker, but you needed money for that. Twenty bucks would break him, and they didn't take beer bottles. Besides, the hookers were mostly women, and the last time he had one he couldn't get the sound of laughter out of his head for days.

Vlad let off a massive fart and small amounts of brown, fluid fecal matter dripped out of his ass and onto the floor. As he moved forward he stepped on the various cheetos, pretzels and shit that he hadn't bothered to clean up. He scratched his anus as the fart had irritated his hemmorhoids yet again. His arm strained to get his hand back there and he pulled a muscle. In agony he pulled his arm back and collapsed to the floor in a massive flaccid heap.

A thousand miles away, a seismic sensor activated at Vlad's dropping to the floor. Later on CNN it was reported that a 4.5 earthquake had shaken Joliet.

Vlad grunted as he pulled himself up and made his way to the computer. Even though it was only ten feet away, it was a herculean effort. And his ass still itched. "Goddamnit..." he belched as he said it "...fucking AV3. This is their fault."

He pushed aside the used Fritos bags and beer bottles that had accumulated around his 'Work Station'. As he was about to logon to Kuro5hin the doorbell suddenly rang. He waddled over to the door and opened it. It was his neighbor. He was a gigantic man, but unlike Vlad all his mass was muscle and not billowing waves of fat. He took a puff of his Marlboro and blew it in Vlad's face. It didn't affect Vlad at all, as he was used to both his and Reza's own toxic gases.

"Lockwood, did you fuckin' fall on the floor again? This is the third time this month I've had to replace all my fuckin' dishes because you keep on trippin' on your fat ass!"

"I own a business, go fuck yourself! Welcome to /dev/null." It was the only thing Vlad could think of. His mind had atrophied to the point where the words had become automatic.

"What the fuck did you just say to me you fat piece of shit?" The man's hand slammed into Vlad and he went tumbling backwards.

"Just wait'll I get up. Have you seen Love Story? That's the kind of martial arts I practice!"

The man stood over Vlad and was about to ram his foot his Vlad's ass when Vlad farted. The sudden expulsion of gas engulfed the man and he started to choke. But even worse, his cigarette ignited the foul odor. Suddenly, the man was engulfed a ball of flame and he went screaming out the door. The force of the blast went all the way up into Vlad's anus and sent him rocketing across the room where he slammed head first in the wall. The entire house shuddered and collapsed around him.

In the wreckage Vlad smiled. The pain from the impact had shaken loose his 1/2" cock and he had cum spontaneously. He looked proudly down at the tiny pool of semen on the ground. He at last had found a way to amuse himself.

And his ass had stopped itching too.

In the Ghetto Part XXVII

Anal Faggotry at Garnsey Park

Vlad was angry. Vlad was mad. Vlad was furious. Vlad farted.

"Those LITTLE BITCHES on the Internet are really starting to get to me," Vlad silently admitted to himself. "Who the fuck made THEM judge & jury? After all the times I helped and supported their asses."

Vlad began to cry. He picked up a pair of his underwear from the floor and wiped away the tears from his eyes and the sweat from his brow. The underwear left a brown stain across his face, but he didn't care. He was sweating because he'd been trying to work out his frustrations by practicing his knife-fighting technique. A bloody, rusted butter-knife lay on the floor, and next to it lay Reza, unconscious or worse, oozing blood and fatty tissue into puddles on the floor. A swarm of roaches surrounded and covered her, licking up the fat from the floor and crawling into her wounds to extract it directly.

"Reeeeeza", Vlad shouted nasally at his wife. He wasn't sure if she was alive or dead, and he didn't really care. "I have to get out of this fucking house. I'm going to the park!" Vlad's heart lifted briefly from his self-pity. The park. At night. This would be a good night.

The Chevy van squeaked and groaned under Vlad's weight as he squeezed himself through the door. The front tire ruptured and deflated. After a few minutes of cranking, the van started with the sound of a gunshot, and it creaked slowly out onto Ingalls Avenue, heading west.

As Vlad passed the Nicholson Street intersection, he thought bitterly about his troubles online, and how nearly everyone he knew had "betrayed" him. Those little bitches. But by the time he passed the Highland Avenue intersection, his thoughts had already turned to more pleasant matters: his first visit to Garnsey Park, nearly a year ago, where he had met his Special Friend. He felt a warm twitching in his groin. Vlad drove on.

As Vlad passed Clement Street, he thought back to that magical day. Vlad's soon-to-be "Special Friend" had been on vacation from Peaks Island, Maine, and was "slumming" in Joliet to check out the local gay scene. After visiting a few clubs, the Special Friend had found his way to Garnsey Park, a popular meeting place for nocturnal homosexual public couplings, visited by faggots from all over the greater Chicago metropolitan area. When the Special Friend arrived, there was another queer at the park for the first time: he'd just recently moved to the area, and his large body was filled with homosexual vim vigour. His name was William Scott Lockwood III, but at Garnsey Park, he was only "Vladinator."

Vlad farted in contentment as he reminisced. Not paying attention, he slammed into a young girl riding a bicycle through the Oakland Avenue intersection. The bike tangled in the guts of the Chevy van, and it whined in protest, but it continued to sputter onward as Vlad continued to remember. On Vlad's first visit to Garnsey Park, he wasn't wholly satisfied with the quality of the corn-holing he was getting. The assortment of Negroids, vagrants, crack addicts, and transvestites was large, but none of them really stood to him. They were all happy to meet such an outstanding "papa bear" like Vlad, and they loved to wrap their arms around his hairy rolls of loving flab as he grunted and rammed his cock into their colons. But Vlad had wanted more. He wanted romance. Then his soon-to-be Special Friend arrived.

Vlad was so distracted by his sudden erection that he swerved wildly for a moment, tearing down the street sign marking the intersection of Ingalls and Wilcox. He barely noticed. When Vlad saw the Special Friend arrive, he knew that he'd found a soul-mate. The Special Friend was young and had gentle blonde hair, and charming facial features like a delightfully protruding chin. He looked soft, loving, pale, and incredibly gay. Vlad immediately pulled out of the warty Negroid buttocks he'd been slamming, and ran over to greet the new arrival. Their romance was brief, but intense. It was the best faggotry of Vlad's life.

At the Raynor Avenue intersection, the deflated front tire of the Chevy van entered a shallow pothole, and refused to move any further. Vlad farted with frustration, but he wouldn't be swayed from his task. He was going to get some ass tonight, even if he had to do the one thing that he hated to do more than anything else in the world.

Vlad walked. Behind him, the night was illuminated as the van burst into flame. As he lumbered north on Raynor Avenue, he thought back once again to that magical time of his life. The Special Friend stayed in Joliet for nearly a week, spending every waking moment with Vlad. They made love in every way possible, and the Special Friend even gave Reza a try (who was very pregnant at the time and quite gigantic), but decided that nobody could satisfy him the way Vlad did. Sadly, the Special Friend eventually had to return to Peaks Island, Maine. He'd been able to finance his vacation to Chicago by running a huge donation scam on the Internet, but he'd already spent most of the $37,000 on crack. Plus, he had to go back to Maine and bring his weblog back up: he couldn't bear the thought that troublemakers might be posting to it without him being around to censor them, so he'd unplugged the server when he left and blamed it on a DDoS attack. Vlad was sad to see his Special Friend go. Although Vlad knew he'd probably never see his Special Friend again, they sealed their relationship with the most sacred of faggot oaths: they ejaculated into their hands, then pressed their palms against the other's, mixing their semen together as they swore to love each other as long as they both should live.

As Vlad reached the corner of Raynor and Curtis Avenue, Garnsey Park drew into sight. His mind flooded with memories again. Vlad had gone back to Garney Park many times since then. He enjoyed the faggotry there, and enjoyed taking it from three Negroids at once as he frequently did, but he always missed the Special Friend and his tight little white asshole.

Vlad walked into the park, and saw the familiar sight of dark shapes moving between the shadows of trees. He grinned and walk towards the shape. But as they came into focus, one of them stood out from the crowd of fornicating faggots. Could it be? No... yes! His hair was no longer blonde, and he looked a bit more cynical and world-weary, and his nude body was covered almost entirely in shit, but it was clearly him!

Vlad's penis sprang forward in anticipation, and the rest of him was not far behind. He ran forward to embrace his Special Friend.

"I thought I'd never see you again."

"I came back, for you. I couldn't live without you."

"Never leave me again. You're the only man for me."

"I'll never leave. I want to eat every bit of waste that passes from your body for the rest of my life." He began to cry with joy.

"Eat it, then. Eat it all. It's yours." Vlad turned around and relaxed his bowels. A flood of liquid feces spurted out all over the legs of his Special Friend.

Vlad laughed. His Special Friend laughed, and bent down to lick Vlad's feces off of his own legs.

They farted in unison.

In the Ghetto Part XXVIII

Vlad unwrapped Marticock's diaper. He was hot and bothered and he wanted a piece of that tight little ass. Vlad farted with dismay at the sight that lay before him. Marticock's bottom was a rocky landscape of infected protrusions that expelled various toxins like small gurgling volcanoes. The pus had congealed and epoxied Marticock's anus shut. Vlad plugged in his Craftsman drill and inserted a 1/4" bit. He pressed the trigger and shoved the spinning bit into Marticock's anus. Dried pus and necrotic flesh flew out of the tiny hole.

Vlad probed the opening with his finger. It was sticky and an unholy stench wafted from the open sores. Vlad knew he wouldn't be getting any of that tight little ass tonight. He opened the bottle of Vagisil he purchased at Prescilla's and stuck the nozzle into Marticock's rectum. He squeezed out a large glop of the medicine and massaged it into Marticock's asshole. Marticock wailed as his puffy red anus swelled even more.

Vlad needed to get off. He looked around Marticock's chamber for ideas and noticed Marticock drooling. Maybe a blow-job was in order? Vlad pulled down his stained underwear and shoved his thimble-sized penis into the toothless mouth. Vlad thrust a couple of times and then pulled away with disatisfaction. It just wasn't the same. Marticock's mouth was warm and mushy, Vlad liked that, but it was just too loose.

Marticock farted and ejected a spurt of bloodied infection onto Vlad's face. Vlad wiped away the fluid with his shirt. Some had gotten into his eye... his eye... "now that might work," Vlad farted!

Vlad took the bit out of the Craftsman drill and plunged it into Marticock's eye. He swirled the bit around enough to thoroughly gouge out the eye tissue and scooped out the torn flesh with his finger. He squirted some vagisil into the eye socket as Marticock screamed and farted. Vlad plunged his penis into the eye socket. Now that was more like it! With a few quick thrusts, Vlad reached orgasm and shot a few spurts of semen onto Marticock's face. He massaged the white fluid into Marticock's scalp.

Vlad farted with relief. Marticock was turning out to be an innovative sex toy, indeed.

In the Ghetto Part XXIX

Marticock's birth was a monumental moment for Reza. Her rolls of fat, pale flesh made it impossible for any doctor to pull Marticock out normally. They had to "go in". Vlad's unemployment and resulting lack of insurance left the Lockwoods with only one choice for natal care - a dirty, feces littered back- alley where a mob doctor practiced ever since a malpractice suit took away his license. Vlad didn't care. All the doctor had to do was cut open that whale and fish out Marticock, then sew her back up. Marine biologists - stoned college hippies - did it all the time with whales and sharks.

But Reza's physique was a major unforeseen complication. The oozing shelves of fat constantly spilled into any cuts the "doctor" would make. After several hours, he disconnected Marticock and fished him out of the sweating sack of shit. He gave up trying to sew up Reza's innards properly and just stapled her abdomen shut, leaving a large gaping hole from Reza's womb into the surrounding lard.

Vlad stood at the stove, "hey, Porky, I'm frying some potatoes, get your fat ass in here!"

Reza farted with apprehension. She knew what that meant. "But, Vladdie-Pop..."

"I said now!" Vlad farted.

Reza wallowed into the kitchen, sweating and panting from the 5-foot walk. She shut her eyes tightly and put her hands over her face as she sobbed uncontrollably.

Vlad grabbed a baseball bat that was leaning against the wall. He gripped the bat and swung it around with full-force into Reza's massive gut. He then quickly grabbed the frying pan, filled with potatoes and pulled down Reza's panties. He held the pan under her vagina. Vlad drooled as he watched the gooey chunks of lard drip out of Reza's vagina and into the frying pan. After the last few drops of lard plopped into the pan, Vlad swung Reza around and kicked her massive rear, "now get the fuck out of my face, pig."

Vlad fried up the potatoes, drooling and farting with anticipation.

In the Ghetto Part XXX

Vlad farted, twitched, then farted again. He flicked the syringe with his middle finger, causing a flurry of small bubbles to rise to the top and burst. Carefully, Vlad inserted the needle into his urethra. The sting dislodged a pocket of gas that had been lurking deep within his bowel. Carefully, Vlad pressed in on the plunger of the syringe. His leg shook wildly as the clear, cold liquid filled his urethra. Vlad carefully removed the syringe and laid it on Marticock's changing table.

Vlad looked down at Marticock's naked, glistening body and smiled slyly. He grabbed Marticock by the legs and lifted him up to his waist. Desperately, Vlad plunged his penis into Marticock's tight farting asshole. All it took was a couple of thrusts and Vlad reached orgasm. The semen rushed from his raisin-sized testicles and entered his penis, mixing with the testosterone he had just injected into his urethra. Vlad ejaculated his testosterone-laced load deep into Marticock's bowel, where it was absorbed like an essential nutrient.

Vlad laid Marticock back in his crib and admired his handiwork. He had been administering the testosterone injections for several months and the results were far better than Vlad had expected. Marticock already had a full thick crop of chest and pubic hair. His penis and testicles were far above average in size, even for a full-grown man. Vlad stroked Marticock's hairy scrotum with pride. Marticock gurgled and farted with pleasure. Vlad wafted his hand under his nose, savoring the rich scent of sweaty Marticock testicles.

Vlad knew he would have to break in Marticock's new genitalia tonight. Earlier in the evening, he had made sure Reza was in the mood for love by giving her a few pokes with the cattle prod. His back crawled at the thought of her cold, sweating flesh waiting for him in the bedroom, but it was a sacrifice he would have to make. For Marticock.

Vlad grabbed the belt that was laying on the floor and affixed it loosely around his waist. He picked up Marticock and shoved him against his massive gut, then tightened the belt around him. Marticock was strapped in tightly and positioned so that his massive penis throbbed and oozed as though it were Vlad's very own. Vlad waddled into the darkened bedroom, with Marticock burping and slobbering.

Reza's vagina twitched at the sounds of Vlad farting his way over to the bed. Her body shook with anticipation. Vlad wasted no time. He dumped himself into the bed and mounted Reza, carefully positioning Marticock so that he penetrated his massive mother. Reza groaned loudly, sounding much like a wounded moose.

As Vlad thrust faster and harder, Reza moaned louder. Her gaping, slobbering vagina farted in harmony with Vlad. Marticock giggled and belched. Vlad's penis managed to slip naturally into Marticock's anus. In moments, Vlad felt a thrust against his own eraser-sized penis. Marticock made a sound like a squirt-gun being fired as he ejaculated a cupful of semen into his own mother. The process caused Vlad to cum into Marticock once again.

Sweating and panting, Vlad collapsed. He laid there in the same position for an hour, twitching and farting as Reza's vagina oozed a constant stream of infection and ejaculate onto him.