Sent to earth's future, Vicente's on a new mission that challenges his values and sensibilities. Can Vicente resist the movie star ass combined with a porn star mouth the FAG offers? Doubtful, but you'll need to join Vicente in the second installment of the epic short story series to find out.
Trigger Warning: Epics are not good reading for religious zealots, especially Christians, sexually uptight pricks, or stupid people.
*All books in the Epic Short Story Series contain adult content.
The Epic Short Stories are satirical, sometimes raunchy narratives poking fun at religion, entertainment, and society. Written originally as a concept for animation, the Epics soon developed into tiny fiction installments made available on KDP.
Chapter 1. Back to the Future
I screamed from behind the archangel bent over a bench, “Flap ‘em, buddy!” In the next instance, I stood in God’s throne room with him frowning downward. “I am sending you back to the earth to carry out my will, Vince.”
“It’s Vicente, and what do-”
In an eye's blink, the streets of New York materialized around me, which brought much joy knowing New York possessed world-famous bungholery. Extremely attractive passersby captured my attention, with muscle-bound, movie-star-looking men showing huge, coiled penises pressing outward the fabric of their pants. They talked on smartphones with long tongues shooting in and out of their mouths, appearing designed for oral pleasing.
Awe did not end with the men as women possessed massive breasts that stretched the limits of blouses while curvaceous buttocks, ready to burst through pants and skirts, invited bungholery. Their long tongues also flapped in the air while talking on cell phones, making my mouth water.
“Thank you, God!” I reached for my manhood to pleasure myself.
Strangers stopped and stared, bringing awareness of inhabiting my physical body rather than my ghostly form. “Dammit, God.”
A crowd amassed, aiming smartphones taking pictures and recording video while yelling, “Pervert! Freak! Dirty old man!”
Men fell to the ground crying like babies as women live-streamed, “He looked at my breasts and ass! He touched himself right in front of me!”
The police arrived, and the growing mob shifted attention to them. “Oppressors! Police brutality!” As the crowd chanted, I slowly backed away, but the cops circled. “Sir, lay down on the ground.”
Lowering to knees, I felt electricity’s jolt from the cops stun guns, causing me to flop about the ground. Consciousness faded as the hysterical crowd photographed my incoherent mumbling, “Here we go again.”
Opening eyes revealed my nude body strapped to a metal table as a doctor and nurse stared curiously. The doctor’s perfectly chiseled features, muscular body, and penis bulging the front of his pants formed manhood's perfection. The voluptuous nurse also looked molded for sexuality, possessing a doll-like face and perfect breasts beckoning to be touched. “It’s disgusting, doctor! What’s wrong with him? He's getting another erection.”
The doctor pointed to my uncontrolled hardness. “Nurse, it’s not his fault. This man has obviously been through some form of trauma or neglect. Look, he never had any physical improvements or augmentations, and his testicles are severely underdeveloped. Can you hear me, sir? Can you tell me what happened?”
Trying to comprehend the situation made lying seem wise. “Woe is me! An evil man locked me in a basement my whole life, fed me gruel, and forced me to be his sex slave. Forced to blow him endlessly and many other forms of bungholery, I never saw a woman until today. Woe is me.”
The doctor shook his head, visibly disturbed by the story, while the nurse took selfies with me in the background, texting, “Basement Boy won’t stop staring at my ass! #pervertID”
The doctor’s face formed in lines of empathy, “Don’t worry, sir, we are going to take care of you.”
