The Loins of Cookie and Cream
"Ho Ho Hoo! Merry Christmas!"
A rotund man who was wearing nothing but plain white underwear that lacked any style of interest. It was tucked so deep between the crevices of his butt cheeks that it was barely noticeable. He was parading drunkenly through a snow-filled expanse which was miles away from modern civilization, staggering back and forth tipsily. The dark sky was trickling with snowflakes, they clouded his vision from far-off objects.
"Huh!" The bare-ass man suddenly tripped over an unseen object which was buried deep beneath the snow, causing him to fall flat on his corpulent face. The snow parted to welcome his reprimand. Due to the fluff of snow, he didn't suffer any extensive injuries aside from minor frostbite and frozen fat. He struggled to pick himself up from the ground.
"Woo-Hoo! T-that's C-Cold." The thirty-five-year-old of copious weight shivered in the dead of night. His motion was similar to a vibrator that lonely females used to tickle their fancy. Albeit, instead of pleasure, he felt like an incubating ice cube being sat on by a lump of snow.
Breathing heavily, he spoke, "W-Where am I? How did I get out here? And where are my clothes?" The hairy bucket of meat and fast food just now realized that he had drifted to an unknown area far away from town during his drunken spree of exotic nature. After shedding away some of his drunken stupors he looked around frantically, trying to perceive the faintest glimmer of man-made light.
"Huh? Is that light I see up ahead? Probably a house of some sort. Maybe I can seek shelter until the morning over there. I wonder if they will accommodate me. I hope that they don't think that I'm a pervert or anything."
The chunky man felt a shiver brushed passed his thighs which forced him to cover his loins. He then dragged himself towards a faint glimmer of light ahead which he thought to be some establishment or abode that could aid his presence until sunrise. Little did he know that he was in for a confectionery treat.
His swollen legs, donned with frostbite drew closer to a faint embodiment of illuminative splendour. "Hmm… that's not a house… what is that?"
The man who possessed chunky fat that surpassed 10 fully grown pigs, came to a gradual halt when his faint perception of a house became lucid. However, what he saw wasn't an abode of any. No, his dreary eyes were fixated on a body of ambrosial delicacy. "Is that a person? Why is she dressed like that? It is Christmas, not Halloween."
He saw a feminine figure from a distance who he mistook for a human playing dress-up. Its appearance could fool anyone due to its composite of chocolate cookies and cream with raisin toppings. The man's blatant misconceptions became clearer after he got closer.
"Excuse me, miss. Could I trouble you to tell me the way back into town? I think I got lost when I was.., Huh! What the…?"
The mysterious figure turned around, revealing its full likeness to the naked man. "W-What the hell are you?!" He was taken aback after his eyes got bombarded by visuals of an unknown anomaly. He fell flat on his buttocks, stifling the snow underneath him. "It can't be! You're not human! Am I hallucinating?"
The creature he laid eyes on was roughly humanoid with an effeminate complex. It had a tall ice cream cone atop its head, which gave off blinding glows that spewed out flecks of colourful lights. Its long white tresses were cold as snow with a creamy texture that melted at the tip. This Ambrosial Delicacy slowly approached the naked man without lifting a leg; almost as if it was one with the snow.
"No! Stay away from me!" The rotund man who the adjective 'skinny' couldn't describe, started crawling backwards with looming trepidation moving closer to his heart. The mysterious ambrosial delicacy broke off a piece of its chocolate cookie ass-cheeks, furthermore, she dipped it inside her large breast of milky deliciousness.
"What the hell are you going to do to me?!" Screamed the man whose body could feed over a million mosquitoes and still have them coming back for more.
The ambrosial creature didn't utter a word but responded with action. She pushed forward the delectable chocolate cookie dripping with sweet breast milk towards the man's gullible mouth! "Get away from… Gufah Fu!"
The Ambrosial Female shoved the arcane chocolate cookie viciously down the man's mouth. He gaged repeatedly, trying to force the foreign object out but sadly he didn't possess the skilful gag reflexes on par with a modern 304. Thus he eventually got stuffed like a full turkey on Thanksgiving Day.
"Ufah! Gahf! What is this aberrant trying to do to me by stuffing food down my throat?" Thought the man as he was being filled up with confectionery surprise. Soon after, he received an answer from an otherworldly voice that spoke within him.
"Gluttonous human… I shall make you my vessel. Rejoice for you have been chosen to carry out my will." The Ambrosial Female compelled the man's mouth shut, forcing him to swallow all of its chocolate splendour.
After he had swallowed it, he heard the otherworldly voice again. "Now that you've acquired a fragment of my existence, you shall go forth and reap for me the delicious splendours of purity. Awaken! My Acolyte of Lust!"
A series of undulating energies started circulating the man. As it did, he felt his inhumanely large body bloating up even further. He swelled to an unimaginable largeness then…
BOOM!
He exploded into chunky pieces, scattering his entrails all across the frosted snow. The strangest thing was that his innards weren't of red colouring but milky, creamish texture.
That same creamy substance that spread across the snow started to accumulate at one focal point. They gathered together then combined to form a spitting image of the Ambrosial Female, the only thing different was that it was more masculine and beastly.
The Ambrosial Female stretched out her creamy hand; pointing at her newly formed vessel. She said with a bewitching tone, "Go forth my child and acquire for me the Seven Sacred Fruits of Virginity before the dawn of Christmas arises." A compelling invisible force donned on the newly formed Acolyte of Lust.
"As you command my gorgeous mother. I swear to you, before the sun of Christmas arises and commence my rest, I shall acquire those Seven Sacred Fruits of Virginity." The Acolyte of Lust bowed in reverence to its creator. Afterwards, it dashed off in the direction of a nearby town. While it soared throughout the sky, it slowly transformed its appearance to mirror that of the man it burst out of.
The Ambrosial Female watched as the Acolyte of Lust escaped her peerless gaze. "Do not fail me, acolyte." She whispered.