Sweaty Afternoon

I've never seen so much sweat.

The day started just like any other; my alarm rang at 9:00AM to tell me it was time to start the day. I awoke with the feeling I was about to piss myself. I sprinted to the restroom and with no time to spare, released my hot, clear, liquid into the lid of the battle scarred toilet; I was pissing with an erection. In a desperate attempt to spare the toilet lid from further pissboarding, I took a step back. The moment I increased the distance between myself and the machine, my stream decreased in intensity and fell on the floor. Today was just a normal day. 

I began making myself some breakfast that consisted of reduced sodium wheat bread and bran flakes. My phone started to ring. I had to make a choice; do I continue to chow down on this delicious cuisine I had prepared for myself or do I answer the phone and communicate with a fellow human being? I chose the latter. I answered the phone in a soft voice, "Good morning?" On the other end of the device I heard, "Hi." I promtly hung up the phone. Just then my cell phone began to ring. I cautiously answered it. "Who is this," I said. "It's me," she said. She didn't have to specify who she was; I knew right away. It was Bertha. Today was not a normal day. Bertha was a coworker of mine back when I worked at the bowling alley; she was petite with large inviting titties and a big, juicy ass that could make Tropicana go out of business. I always asked how she had both large titties and a large ass. She always smiled and with a twinkle in her eye said, "Just good genetics." I tend to think it was her morbid obesity that bestowed them upon her. Her face looked like something only an angel could create; with a sewage pipe and a magic marker that was runing out of ink. She had one eyebrow, long, flowing nose hairs, small ears, and hair that curled up into itself in a way that resembled the wigs worn by America's founding fathers. She was everything a man could want. 
I tried to play my cards right over this phone call, so I playfully responded with, "Hey, how about you come over and suck my dick." She said, "Orgjdaht." She was stuffing an entire rotisserie chicken into her mouth. After she finished her snack she said, "Yes." It was only 10:30AM and I could tell by the sound of her voice that she had already devoured 3 meals worth of calories for her breakfast. I gave her my address and asked her when I should expect her arrival. "OH MY HEAVENS," she exclaimed, "you live two houses away from me, I could walk there." I knew that would be a catastrophe because 2 houses away meant approximately 30 yards of walking for her, she would not be able to make it to my place without suffering from heat exhaustion. I quickly said, "No, wait, how about I come over there then?" She was having none of the revised proposition, she insisted she would come to my place. I tried to adivse her to drive, but she didn't want to waste the gas. I proposed using a scooter, but she refused. She was going to walk to my house. 

She told me she was walking out the door and was on her way. I hung up the phone. I sat on the loniest chair I owned, facing a wall, wondering if I would be held responsible should she not survive the journey to the house. "No" I thought, "the odds are in my favor, it is cold today so the chances of her collapsing due to heat are significantly reduced." I began rooting for her like a horse in the Kentucky Derby, "You can do it Bertha." Seconds were flying by, seconds turned to minutes, minutes turned to multiple minutes. It was now 11:15AM and she left her house just before 11. I knew something had happened while on her expedition. I had to look for her. I opened my door to begin the search and there she was; sprawled out in front of my door as if she had just been shot. I gasped. I began shaking her, sending her excess skin into a frenzy; it looked like a bedsheet being blow by the wind. She whispered, "Hey, are you ready?" I breathed a sign of relief and responded, "always ready." I helped her to her feet and we walked inside.

I could tell her strength was weak; it was close to 11:30 now and she hadn't eaten since around 11. She laid on my bed breathing heavily, but displaying true grace as she struggled to remove her clothing. She had done it. There Bertha lied, naked and sweating profusely due to the immense exertion required for her to get nude. She was panting and making noises that made it sound like a warthog had broken into my house. I decided it would be in our best interest if I got her something to eat. I told her to wait for me while I grabbed her something to eat; her eye lit up. However all I had was healthy and nutritious food, something Bertha would never allow to soil her body. So I began mixing shit. I grabbed sunflower seeds, soy sauce, turkey cutlets, and edamame then shoved it in a bowl of oatmeal I made earlier. This was only enough to provide her with seconds of energy. I needed a constantly supply of ammunition. I grabbed my freshly bought carrots, gave them a salute and doused them in vegetable oil. I returned to the bed where she was waiting anxiously for the meal. I presented her with the oatmeal concoction I created. It was gone instantly. She said she was ready for fucking now, and so was I. I undressed. I placed the calorie dense carrots on the nightstand. I slowly place my hand on what I believe was once her thigh and moved it toward the lower center of her body. I went under her drooping lower belly and found it. It was her vagina. I kept my hand there for a moment, then many moments; the circulation to my hand had been cut off by her sagging stomach. She asked why I wasn't doing anything other than feeling it, I replied, "my hand is completely numb." She moved and bit and my hand was free. Now that I had found the hotspot, I wanted to see her asshole. I put my arms under her legs and lifted up like I was doing a shoulder press.  I got her legs up and asked her to hold them, she did. I then found her asscheeks and began to separate them. This was one of the biggest mistakes I had ever made. I moved them enough to finally see the anus and that's when I realized, I had just opened Pandora's box. The smell was unbearable, it reeked of rotten grapefruit that had been fucked by horse shit. I recoiled and fell off the bed. I laid on the ground for moment feeling as though I just lifted the tail of a skunk. Bertha had no idea what was going on, her vision was obstructed by her stomach and her effort was place into holding her legs in the air; a herculean task. I decided to get up and grab one of the carrots. Armed with a carrot in my dominant hand, I thrust it forward into the source of the stench. I pierced the rectum with the brave carrot and plugged it so that no being could ever smell its product again. Bertha yelled in excitement, "OH yes." I felt like a king who had just slain a dragon. Now that the danger was gone, I walk around to her and grabbed her titties. They felt like bubble wrap. I played with them for a bit and then did what any man would do; I milked them. I underestimated her lactation abilities. Bertha's milk was shot at a velocity that disproves the theory that nothing can travel faster than light. I immediatly stopped milking her when I got hit by a milk shot that broke the skin, but it was too late. I had set in motion an event that could trigger the end of the world; her titties were milking themselves. I had shown them the way to do it and they wanted more. It was too powerful to stop. Bertha was moaning in euphoria, I was trying to find cover, she was bouncing on the bed experiencing an intense orgasm. Then the bed broke. The milk stopped. Bertha told me it was the best fuck of her life. Satified she grabbed one of the carrots and took a bite. Then she grabbed the rest of the carrots and began eating them one by one with unwavering determination. She was already sweating when she began the carrot feast, but this was something I had never seen before. She was dripping with sweat, oozing sweat.
I have never seen so much sweat.