Iwata looked upon the bloated deformed form of Gabe from Valve. His lips curled in a slight smile. A smile that radiated a confidence. A knowledge that whatever Gabe was to do, there was no escape for him.
"Ah, Gabe. I heard you like black sperm? Is that true?" Iwata asked, a sliver of Japanese saliva escaping his mouth. A sign that the predator was prepping himself to dominate his prey.
Gabe shivered, a shadow of doubt running throughout his diabetes-filled blood veins. "I— they're trans women so it's— no"
Within microseconds, Iwata had rushed forward and forced himself into the larger man's face. "Stop being a faggot." He whispered. The smell of blood was fresh on his breath.
"That— that's inappropriate," Gabe murmured.
"Like when I raped your wife and stuck a shattered Wii u tablet up her bleeding pussy?" Iwata answered, giggling after he did so.
Gabe closed his eyes, remembering his wife's last moments as she looked up at him. Unable to communicate because her mouth had been glued shut with fertile Japanese seed.
"YOU BASTARD!" Gabe thrust his fist forward, his aim directed at Iwata San's meager throat. Yet, no impact? Gabe thrust forward his fist again, this time aiming for Iwata's stomach. Again, nothing happened.
"You see..." Iwata explained, "After I ate your wife's pussy my body developed an immunity to obesity. Whatever you do won't have an effect on me."
Gabe froze, his heart starting to palpitate as the grimness of his situation sunk in. "An immune—" Iwata grabbed one of Gabe's extra chins, forcing his fingernail into it as his smile transformed into a cold, heartless scowl. "That's right you fat FUCKING faggot! Whatever you do won't have an effect on me!"
To be continued?
"Ah, Gabe. I heard you like black sperm? Is that true?" Iwata asked, a sliver of Japanese saliva escaping his mouth. A sign that the predator was prepping himself to dominate his prey.
Gabe shivered, a shadow of doubt running throughout his diabetes-filled blood veins. "I— they're trans women so it's— no"
Within microseconds, Iwata had rushed forward and forced himself into the larger man's face. "Stop being a faggot." He whispered. The smell of blood was fresh on his breath.
"That— that's inappropriate," Gabe murmured.
"Like when I raped your wife and stuck a shattered Wii u tablet up her bleeding pussy?" Iwata answered, giggling after he did so.
Gabe closed his eyes, remembering his wife's last moments as she looked up at him. Unable to communicate because her mouth had been glued shut with fertile Japanese seed.
"YOU BASTARD!" Gabe thrust his fist forward, his aim directed at Iwata San's meager throat. Yet, no impact? Gabe thrust forward his fist again, this time aiming for Iwata's stomach. Again, nothing happened.
"You see..." Iwata explained, "After I ate your wife's pussy my body developed an immunity to obesity. Whatever you do won't have an effect on me."
Gabe froze, his heart starting to palpitate as the grimness of his situation sunk in. "An immune—" Iwata grabbed one of Gabe's extra chins, forcing his fingernail into it as his smile transformed into a cold, heartless scowl. "That's right you fat FUCKING faggot! Whatever you do won't have an effect on me!"
To be continued?
