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increased six sizes around her waist.  And she had only eaten but a bowl of lettuce and a Nutra-Grain Bar since being first touched.
    Of course, once she was nicely plump, we sacrificed her.
    My father began preaching about mass.  Body mass.  
    “True believers must seek what makes one holy.”
    The Lard touched each member.  And each grew in bulk.
    But as each of us grew in size, the Lard began to diminish.

    5.

    The Lard had only feasted once in several weeks when the group became restless.
    “It needs a sacrifice, Maynard,” one of the devoted followers said during mass one Sunday.  “It has sacrificed itself for us, for our sins of being undernourished.  We need to act!”
    Father had told me that the time was near.  He told me that there would be great strife inflicted upon us from the outside.
    I urged him to make a sacrifice.  But we had no women in our group to give.  And my father delayed in making a decision.
    That night, the Lard called to me.  It woke me from my dreams and lured me to our sanctuary in a new barn that was built with money from our Sunday collection plate.
    The Lard spoke directly to me.  It said, Jerusalaham is filled with non-believers.  And lots of women.  Bring two.  Then sacrifice them to me.

    *   *   *   *   *   *

    The only time I had ever seen a woman naked was when the Lard had crawled into my mother’s cunt.  Now I was in a room full of them, swinging on poles and dancing on the laps of old men.
    I was indeed aroused, but kept my focus on the mission.
    Shortly after arriving, a young blonde straddled me.  
    “Hi, sugar,” she said, “haven’t seen you around here before.”
    “First time,” I said, feeling her breast push against my chest.  I felt my penis rising and wondered what the Lard would think of this indiscretion.  But then it spoke to me from afar.   It said: Indulge , indulge.  
    “I want to have sex with you,” I said.
    The blonde just laughed.  “You’re a straightforward one, aren’t you, sugar?”
    “It’s just that I’ve never been with a woman before.”
    Her eyes suddenly lit up.
    “I’m off in a half hour.”
    “Do you have any friends you could bring along?”
    “Sure do, baby.  How’s two for the price of one sound?”
    I smiled and nodded.
    “My name’s Monica.  Wait for me.”

    *   *   *   *   *   *

    I had never expected it to be that easy.  Within an hour, I was back on the farm with two women on the hilltop.  
    Moonlight cascaded down Monica’s back as she straddled me in the grass.  Her stripper friend, Alexa, lay beside me, shoving her breast into my mouth.
    Monica was bouncing away as I felt myself quickly come inside her.  Pain erupted in my balls and my penis ached from her wild hip movements.
    “Where are you?” I whispered.  
    Monica stopped, but Alexa jumped right on.  I thought they were going to drain me completely.  But then I saw the Lard’s pale body moving up the hillside.
    It quickly arrived to save me.
    First, it took Monica who rested, watching her friend devour me.  I saw it flatten out into what looked like a giant pale, fatty penis.  Monica screamed after seeing it come up beside her, but she couldn’t run.
    The Lard thrust forward into her ass and she fell forward, her breasts smashed against the ground as the Lard pounded her from behind.
    “Oh God,” she screamed.
    She didn’t know how accurate that was at the moment.  But her scream alerted Alexa who jumped off me and tried to run away.  But I quickly grabbed her arm and pulled her down.
    I stood mesmerized, watching Monica get fucked from behind by the Lard.  I held Alexa against the ground, making her watch as well.  
    Monica quickly fell unconscious, just as the Lard pulled out, then shot a stream of oily fat across her back, reinserted its body into her cunt and continued to pump wildly.
    After it had finished with Monica, it moved to Alexa.  I let go of her and she scrambled briefly, but the Lard