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  This is messed up, Mommy. Messed up. Give a brother a chance to grow some arms and legs.

  “Nurse, we are going to have to do a D&C.”

  “What’s going on, Dr. Kurtsworth?”

  “Just relax, Sue Ellen. Normal complications.”

  “Complications?”

  “The vacuum just isn’t removing all the tissue. In order to ensure the pregnancy is fully terminated, I am going to do what is called a Dilation and Curettage. It’s very routine. I’ve done thousands of these.”

  “Okay.”

  “But we can’t do it today.”

  “What!”

  “For a D&C we use a general anaesthesia. For that you need an anaesthesiologist. And it’s best done at the hospital.”

  “But I want this over now! I want this thing out of me!”

  Well fuck you too, Mommy.

  “I know, Sue Ellen. This is traumatic for you. I am going to give you some pills for your pain.”

  And what about my pain, doc! You think ramming a needle in my head feels good?

  * * *

  Time to get in shape. Fitness. Nothing but wholesome foods in this body. Lots of veggies. Watch the carbs and dairy. If Mommy eats anything else, I am makin’ her puke it up. This is war. I am not safe. It’s all about survival brother. It’s all about beatin’ the man before the man beats you. Thousands of different ways they try to kill you every day. Dope, booze and cigarettes. Cars and motorcycles so fast it’s a wonder more folks don’t die on ‘em. Radiation, pollution. Shit, I can go on and on all day. But none of those problems bug me a bit. You, my friend, you could walk out of your house this morning and a metal sign left balancing precario­usly against a concrete block could just fall right on your head and kill ya, just ‘cause some pimple-faced kid didn’t do his job correctly. But me, I got a whole different problem. And my problem ain’t random like a metal sign, and it sure ain’t self induced like suckin’ down cigarettes ‘til ya can’t breathe no more.

  No sir. That ain’t what my problem is.

  My mommy is trying to kill me.

  GODDAMNSONOFABITCHINMOTHERFUCKINSH-ITASS! My own Mommy wants me dead. That could really weigh on a brother’s conscience if you let it. Lay a headtrip on your mind like mad.

  But not me. For me, this is motivation. Five hundred sit ups and three hundred push ups, every morning from now on.

  If that sonofabitchin’ doctor comes after me again, I’ll be ready.

  WHEN that sonofabitchin’ doctor comes after me again…

  I will be ready.

  No more Mr. Niceguy. No sir. No sir. No siree. I am no longer just a mild mannered developing human form. I am not just tissue and soft pink goopy soon-to-be fesh.

  Heck no.

  I AM SUPERFETUS!

  SIX

  Sue Ellen walked to the door after her late afternoon appointment with Dr. Kurtsworth. Her stomach turned simultaneo­usly along with the doorknob, as she knew she’d find total chaos on the other side of the door.

  “Mommy! Mommy!” Elie-Dre yelled as he ran towards her and leaped into her arms.

  “Ouch. Easy, honey. Mommy isn’t feeling too good.”

  “Mommy, can I go play at Maribel’s house?” Kimi-Sue shouted, trying to be heard over her brother.

  “Kimi-Sue, it’s almost dinnertime.”

  “So?”

  “So, it’s too late to go over to Maribel’s house.”

  “But I wanna go play with Maribel! I wanna play with Maribel, now!”

  “Tomorrow.”

  “No, not tomorrow. Today… Today! Today! Today!”

  “Mommy said tomorrow.”

  “No! Today… Today! Today! Today!”

  “Oh, Kimi-Sue. Just stop it.” Sue Ellen walked past Kimi-Sue. Elie-Dre followed her still hollering. His shouts and screams were splitting right through her skull.

  “Mommy, mommy. Guess what I did today?”

  “What?” she said with a loud sigh, still walking away from him as she did. He tailed tightly behind, repeating himself over and over again until she stopped and made eye contact.

  “I watched Sponge Bob.”

  “That’s nice.”

  “I watched Sponge Bob.”

  “That’s nice, honey.”

  “I watched Sponge Bob Square Pants.”

  “That’s very nice, honey. I’m glad you enjoyed Sponge Bob.”

  “Mommy! I watched Sponge Bob Square Pants!”

  Elie-Dre just kept shouting. Nothing would stop him. Kimi-Sue joined in.

  “Mommy, I wanna go to Maribel’s house.”

  “Tomorrow, Kimi-Sue.”

  “No! Today! I wanna go to Maribel’s house today!”

  “Mommy! I watched Sponge Bob Square Pants!” he said as he yanked at her pant leg.

  “Sue Ellen, what are we having for dinner?” Cleve asked.

  She was about to answer, but couldn’t find the energy to talk over the racket.

  “Mommy! I watched Sponge Bob Square Pants!”

  “I wanna go to Maribel’s house today!”

  “I watched Sponge Bob Square Pants!”

  “I wanna go to Maribel’s house today!”

  “I watched Sponge Bob Square Pants!”

  “Sue Ellen,” he said, now whining and raising his voice to try and compete with the kids, “What’s fer dinner?”

  “I watched Sponge Bob Square Pants!”

  “Mommy, I want to go to Maribel’s today.”

  “I watched Sponge Bob Square Pants!”

  The boy kept yanking at her pant leg as the girl kept yelling in her ear. The man kept increasing the level of his voice too, not quite yelling, but making sure he was heard.

  “Sue Ellen… what are we having for dinner?”

  Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted her sweet and precio­us Elie-Jay. Qui­et as could be, sitting on his little blue chair with a Dr. Suess book opened in front of him.

  So what if a mother wasn’t supposed to play favourites. Whoever said that didn’t have a son like Elie-Jay. Of course Elie-Jay was her favourite. He was a perfect boy.

  Of course Elie-Jay was her favourite. He was her only child born out of love.

  Love like she’d only found once in her lifetime. She remembered the day so vividly: Little Kimi-Sue screamed as Daddy asked, “Where’s Justin? I’m too old to be babysitting all the time.”

  “I know, Daddy. Just put her in the swing. He’s on his way over.”

  The door opened, and Justin waltzed in, in full baseball uniform, carrying his mitt, his dirty spikes tracking mud along the linoleum floor.

  “Hi, Big Bad Baby Daddy,” Sue Ellen said with a smile. She walked towards him.

  “Come on, Sue Ellen. You know that name is so last week. Call me the new name.”

  “I’m sorry. Hi, Big Booby Bobby.”

  “Yeah, that’s better. Come on. Let’s go.”

  Kimi-Sue finally qui­eted down in her swing. Daddy looked over. “Are you going out, Sue Ellen? I thought Justin was going to watch the baby tonight.”

  “Now I’m sorry, Mr. Biddle. But I got plans.”

  “Plans?”

  “Scored me two tickets to the smash ‘em up derby. Good seats, too.”

  “You know what,” Sue Ellen said. “You can take my seat, Daddy. And I’ll stay home.”

  “I don’t think so, Sue Ellen,” Justin said. “Maybe we’ll all just stay home. One big happy family.”

  “Okay.”

  “Is there a game on tonight, Mr. Biddle?”

  “I think so.”

  “Good. You sit on down there in your favourite chair, and I’ll be right back. Gotta get something from my truck.”

  “You sit down, Daddy. You relax,” Sue Ellen said.

  Big Mack Biddle walked to his recliner, gave a funny eye to Sue Ellen, peered out his window at Justin, then turned to the TV set.

  Sue Ellen thought how handsome her daddy looked in his favourite recliner.

  Justin walked back inside, his
brown eyes wide and a crooked smile covered his face. He walked up behind Mack Biddle and grabbed his arms.

  “Ouch. What are you doing?”

  Justin took an elastic doohickey and snapped it to Mack’s right arm, then yanked it behind the chair and clasped it tightly to his other hand.

  “What in tarnation are you up to, Justin!”

  “Sue Ellen, tie up his legs.”

  Kimi-Sue began to cry again in her swing.

  “Why?” Sue Ellen asked. “Why you gotta hurt him?”

  “I ain’t hurtin’ him.”

  Justin leaned down and took another doohickey clasp and fastened Big Mack Biddle’s left leg to the leg of the chair. Then did the same to his right.

  Sue Ellen walked over slowly and tilted her head. “Are you okay, Daddy?”

  “No. I’m not okay. Get me outta here.”

  “I’m tired of those googoo eyes you always givin’ him,” Justin said. “I’m sick and tired of you lovin’ him more than me.”

  “But he’s my daddy. You know I love him.”

  “What in heavens are you talking ‘bout?” Big Mack Biddle said.

  “Let’s go, Sue Ellen. What chu waiting for?”

  Sue Ellen just stood there. Looking at Justin, then at her daddy, then at little Kimi-Sue, then back at Justin.

  Justin threw up his arms and cried, “Come on now. I gotta do everything?” He unbuckled Big Mack’s belt and pulled at his pants. He looked at Sue Ellen, folded his arms and said, “Well go on. Get to it.”

  Sue Ellen hiked up her denim skirt, and dropped her panties.

  “What the…”

  She hopped onto the chair and straddled Big Mack Biddle.

  “That’s my baby girl,” Justin said. “Do it just like we planned. Just like I always promised you. I know’d you wuz hot for your daddy from the first day I met you.”

  Sue Ellen reached down and grabbed Mack Biddle’s big mac; it was twice the size of Justin’s, just like the rest of him. She slid it in and began to bounce.

  “Sue Ellen,” he shouted. “Stop. This is fuckin’ sick!”

  “Don’t listen to him, baby girl. You know it feels right.” Justin sat down on the nearby couch and reached into his own pants. Sue Ellen suddenly realized Justin’s cock was tiny compared to her daddy’s bea­utifully big bulge.

  Sue Ellen looked at her daddy and caressed his face. “Don’t you know how much I love you, Daddy?”

  “I love you too, baby. But not like this.”

  His cock slipped out. And Sue Ellen stopped bouncing.

  “What?” Justin asked as he cut off the cobra clutch caressing his cock. “Why you stoppin’?” When she stood up, he answered his own question. “Aw, shit. He done gone limp.”

  Kimi-Sue wailed in her swing as Big Mack Biddle said, “That’s enough, Sue Ellen.” He shifted and shook in his bonds, but they were snug and tight. He tried to hop up in his chair, but couldn’t quite get to his feet.

  “Lick his balls,” Justin said.

  “Please, Sue Ellen. Don’t,” Big Mack Biddle said. As she bent down towards him he tried to stand up, and twisted in his chair, but instead fell backwards, taking Sue Ellen to the ground with him.

  Justin sat back down on the couch, laughing and began to manhandle his mangy, meagre meat again. “Nice one, Big Mack. Now lick his balls and get him hard again, baby girl.”

  “Yes, Big Booby Bobby.”

  Sue Ellen licked Big Mack Biddle’s bursting balls by the bottom with a blustery boost of bombast.

  His voice whined, “Please stop, Sue Ellen, baby, please.” But his cock told Sue Ellen a whole other story. It was back at full attention. And Big Mack Biddle’s manhood at full attention was just the most awe-inspiring, mesmerizing and bea­utiful thing she’d ever laid her eyes on.

  “That’s it, baby girl. Jump back on that shit and ride that horse into the sunset,” Justin shouted.

  Big Mack continued to wiggle within the fallen-down chair, but he couldn’t skirt free. Sue Ellen scuffed up on top of him and grabbed his glorio­us gong-mallet. Now bigger than before, she could barely get it all in, but as gravity forced her down, his cock went up up up, to the depths of her insides.

  Suddenly, she couldn’t even contain herself. Her mouth started moving, but she was like that green psycho-kid in the Exorcist and the devil was doin’ the talkin’.

  “Yeah, Daddy!” she yelled. “Fuck me like a porn star!”

  “Woohoo!” Justin yelled as he whacked away at his skinny cock, which looked wimpier and wimpier by the second in the presence of such a gorgeo­us wonder like her father possessed. “Fuck yer daddy, girlfriend! Fuck him ‘til you cum!”

  “Oh, please, baby stop,” Big Mack Biddle begged, but Sue Ellen just knew he didn’t mean it. His cock was too big. It felt too damned good! Of course he wanted more.

  Little Kimi-Sue started laughing in her swing. Even she knew what a blast they were having!

  “Yeah, Daddy. Fuck me like a porn star! Ram that magnificent man-meat up my waiting wooly woman-cave!”

  “Fuck that shit, Big Mack,” Justin yelled. “Nail that bitch. Nail her good!”

  Sue Ellen stroked Big Mack’s sweaty forehead and pushed his bangs out of his eyes. A tear welled in his eyes, and that started her a cryin’.

  “I love you, Daddy.”

  “I love you too, Sue Ellen,” he whispered.

  “Come on, Big Mack. Blast a load right up in there. I can’t hold mine back much longer!” Justin shouted. “I’m gonna cum, and cum hard. Make him cum, baby girl.”

  “Cum in me, Daddy! Right now. Let it go. Give me a blast of Big Mack’s special sauce!”

  “Come on, Big Mack!” Justin poured on as he pulled on his puny putty. “I can’t hold out much longer. I’ve got to cum!”

  “Cum in me, Daddy,” Sue Ellen shouted as she bounced harder and harder, faster and faster.

  Tears ran down Big Mack Biddle’s cheeks as his face turned redder and redder. Little Kimi-Sue cheered on in her swing.

  “Cum in me, now! Now Daddy. Now!”

  And Big Mack Biddle blew the biggest blast of bea­utiful booty-goo that bloomed into the best boy born: her sweet Elie-Jay.

  “Mommy! I want to go to Maribel’s house. Now!”

  “Mommy. Mommy! I watched Sponge Bob Square Pants today.”

  “Sue Ellen, what are we doin’ for dinner?”

  “Order a pizza,” she mumbled, her voice barely heard above the three of them hollering. She walked over to Elie-Jay and kissed his forehead.

  Elie-Jay looked up from Horton and the Whos and croaked, “I love you, Mommy.” The poor boy had been born without a voice box, and some might say that was a curse. But it was a blessing. The soft tenderness in the buzz of his voice was just so precio­us.

  “I love you too, Elie-Jay.”

  She never told Daddy that she was pregnant. But once things started to show, he figured it out. Soon Cleve would figure out that she was pregnant again, the same way Daddy did back then. She couldn’t hide it much longer. She’d have to just tell him.

  SEVEN

  One. Two. Three. Four.

  Two. Two. Three. Four.

  Three. Two. Three. Four.

  Four. Two. Three. Four.

  Come on! Three more sets!

  Gotta keep pushing.

  Super Foetus needs to stay in shape.

  No rest for the weary.

  That means you too, Mommy.

  “Sue Ellen, would you sit still!” I hear the man say. “I can’t sleep with you tossing and turning like that all the time.”

  “Well, how do you think I feel? This baby is bouncing around like a Puerto Rican jumping bean.”

  Sorry, Mommy. Nothing personal. Super Foetus gotta stay in shape. It’s a matter of survival.

  “Okay, honey,” the man says, his tone becoming all sweet and soft. “About this baby…”

  “What about it?”

  “Let’s have it.”

  Atta boy, Cleve. Talk
some sense into her.

  “No.”

  “Come on, Sue Ellen. I can afford it.”

  “Money ain’t got a damn thing to do with things.”

  “Well, what is it, then?”

  “I can’t deal with another child. I have three kids. I am done.”

  “Sue Ellen, I don’t have any kids.”

  “You have mine.”

  “Come on. You know I love yer kids, but it’s just not the same. Heck, I’m a lot older than you, Sue Ellen. This could be my last chance.”

  “I’m sorry, Cleve. I’m meeting Dr. Kurtsworth in the morning to take care of this, once and for all.”

  “Fine!”

  No sleep for me. Like a soldier in enemy territory, I gotta keep one eye open at all times. You never know when that doctor and that bitch Mommy might try something. In the morning, huh? Okay, Mommy. Super Foetus will be ready!

  One. Two. Three. Four.

  Two. Two. Three. Four.

  “Ooooo, my tummy,” Mommy groans.

  Three. Two. Three. Four. Push it! Push it! Gotta be stronger than that putz of a doctor.

  “Sue Ellen, I gotta be up for work in three hours. Could ya please stop hoggin’ up all the pillows?”

  “Here!” she says as she throws a pillow at him.

  Four. Two. Three. Four. Don’t worry, Mommy. Just two more sets.

  “Dammit, I wish this baby’d sit still.”

  One. Two. Three. Four…

  * * *

  “Okay, Sue Ellen, now just relax while Dr. Ng runs an IV.”

  It’s that freakin’ doctor talking. My blood is just boiling from the sound of his voice… or is it just from all the nice warm fuid in here? Ah, no matter. Point is he is pissing me off. I know what he is up to.

  And this time, I am ready!

  “Please, Dr. Kurtsworth, just get this over with. I need this taken care of so I can put this entire miserable experience behind me.”

  Damn Mommy, you sure do know how to make a kid feel all warm and tingly inside.

  “Don’t worry, Sue Ellen. I will have you in and out of here in no time. Just lie back and relax. Nurse, the speculum.”

  Damn! There’s that breeze again.

  “Now the tenaculum.”

  Ouch! Fuckin’ ay, Doc. Give me some room in here. Quit crowding me.