Sophia Martin got into her car. With her darling son freshly out of the house, she was still getting used to being an empty-nester, but she intended to make the most of it. She didn’t even have a plan; she had picked out one of her raciest outfits and ready to just go on a drive, see where the day took her. She leaned over to fiddle with the radio, and...

Sophia awoke with a start, falling backwards onto a bed, feeling fat ripple all throughout her body from the impact. Baffled, she put a hand to her face, and cringed as she was met with rough and greasy skin. Sophia craned her neck up to see a dirty t-shirt half off, corpulent belly in full display, and a grungy pair of shorts, soiled with a distinctive, sticky stain. She reached around the swollen stomach to pull down her soiled basketball shorts, and was met with the sight of a used, limp penis snaking out from her hairy, cellulite-ridden legs.

Sophia grasped the useless thing in disgust and disbelief. “This can’t be real… It just can’t…” she said softly, tears in her eyes.