Oliver Benjamin
There Colin met his destiny. And as Roy had done long before on the
same property, he gaped in shock and dropped the selfsame pistol by
his feet.
“Mama?” he uttered, distant and hollow.
The enormous body lay draped in silk shroud. Even in the dim
light from the window he could see that she was deathly white. Nude
under the sheet. Unmoving. He wanted to rush up and throw his
arms to her, but did not. Instead, he raised his hand and touched her
from afar. Then, slowly, he drew near and sat down on the bed beside
her. Descending slowly, his head resting against her bosom. Slowly
moving. Alive. She was breathing. Colin started to weep
uncontrollably with fear and mortal incomprehension.
“Humm…” she said in a sleepy moan.
Colin said, “Mommy?”
The huge figure shot up with a bolt, throwing Colin’s head up in
the air, gigantic breasts flopping violently against her arms and then
back again. He closed his eyes, horrified to see her uncovered flesh.
“Colin!” she shrieked.
He opened his eyes. “What, Leona?”
“What the fuck…?” she yelled, kicking him away with her feet. He
tumbled to the floor and cracked his head against a table, breaking its
leg and sending it crashing to the carpet. Perfumes and jewelry
crashed down around his head.
The others, spread out among the arteries of the house, came
rushing back in towards its center, fearing the worst. But when they
finally arrived at the bedroom and gaped around the moldings, what
they saw was in some ways even worse than what they had expected.
Bare Leona was throttling Colin’s neck, his back to the wall, his
face turning blue, his tongue hanging out and dribbling against her
skin. They tackled and wrestled her to the floor but she seemed
uncommonly strong, having increased in power and stature since the
last time they’d seen her. Leona easily batted Sprout and Izzy aside
with her arm. Even Heck had a difficult time, finally forcing her into
a chokehold and onto the floor. She snapped at his arms like a
savage. Her eyes were quick and uncivilized. Colin slumped to the
carpet, panting for breath as he struggled for sense. He could not
shake what he had seen, though reality contradicted it.
“You’re all fucked,” Leona was gasping.
“What’s going on?” Sprout shrieked. “Why are you…?”
Leona betrayed nothing. Finally Heck eased his grip and the
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