I enter through the front door of a comfy house, where a petite and tender small 8 year old girl awaits me. she has blonde long hair, the relief of her slender proportions decorates the texture of her comfy clothing. she smiles at me and we walk hand in hand down the hallway to the entrance to the pleasure section of the house. the girl can't enter with me but inside the room awaits a tall figure, she has the roundings and clothing of a woman but the facial features of a man, a six-pack and strong muscular arms. in her face you can still lightly see the beard regrowing. she wears a short skirt just how i like it. and a subtle bulge portrudes to the surface from beneath. she asks me "want to fuck?" and i beg her "yes! please!" she forcefully drags me by the arm to the nearby room where she throws me in with a gentle yet assertive push and closes the door behind me. i am now packed tightly in a tiny room and there it is, right in front of me, the object of my coveted deepest yearnings. a black cashmere goat. she has 2 rock-hard horns, her eyes are begging me to ravage her, 18.2 μm in diamater of thickness round up the perfection of her glistening fur strains, 44 mm long hoofs carry a massive package of raw unsalvaged 80 pounds of fresh goat meat just for me. the moment i begin to stroke her horns, she lets out a desperate moan of pure lust "BAAAAAAA!" that signals to the sound sensor in the elevator we are standing in to move to the only other floor in the house. i exit the elevator on arrival in the 1st floor. finally i have arrived in the bedroom. the last room in the house, there is nowhere else to go. only me and a woman kept alive by a life support machine. she weighs 400 pounds. in that state even if she wanted to she could not escape my grasps. it belongs to me now, all of it.
she lays there completely motionless in her bed next to the wall. her outermost fat layer is decorated with tattoos all over and the tumor that was once her face is plastered with piercings. her hair glows neon-colored green red and blue brightly in the otherwise dimly lighted ambiente. she is fully naked and ready for the taking. i make my way over to her, take away the ventilator from her mouth and lean over her for a kiss. as my lips feel the cold touch of the cross on the wall above her head, the peeping sound rings to my ears and slowly but surely i feel dizzy, the temperature rises and the ground starts to collapse under my feet, i feel immense pressure and have to close my eyes for a moment. i don't know what's going on but i feel a sense of numbness and can only barely catch a glimpse of some objects that seem mildly familiar to me suspended in the air. after a second passed the dizziness turns into drowsyness and as i open my eyes once more, sheer horror awaits me. i am in my class room in the middle of an art lesson. i half-assedly draw scribbles onto a piece of paper, my roastie teacher walks through the classroom to appraise the works, she picks up my piece, shows it to the classroom, praises it as an artistic masterpiece and gives me a grade A on it. i sit there as the event that plays out calls home to me how i have never in 6 years of schooltime ever gotten a grade A on any subject. as i take a look together with everyone else in the room at what i had drawn, i feel overwhelmed with sadness how this woman could take my piece to display and sell it so openly to everyone as a masterpiece even though it was clearly not even up to par with most of the drawings of others i saw. i can feel a girl take my hand, i turn around, our eyes meet, i take her outside to a quiet place and have sex for the first time.
that is NOT included in my fantasy
