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Mr. Oz · (08-03-2016)

His arm had healed, and he was getting intensely bored. His elbow had been surgically repaired, his shoulder was feeling better. It was now to test his arm. He decided a thirty pound dumbbell would suffice to test his elbow and so he picked it up, did a few arm curls, it didn't hurt. So he placed it back on the rack, and then picked up a sixty. Curls done, no pain. So he would continue up and up, and felt no pain. So it caused him to grin. What else to do?

When in doubt, go all out!

So he placed his three hundred pounds upon the bar on his rack of his bench, and once secured, he laid himself down, and got into position. He brought his arms to the bar, then he would lift it up off the rack and begin to bench press. He'd did his normal thing, pushing the bar up and letting it down, time and time again, until he performed twenty repetitions, then he let his arms rest for a minute, grabbed his five litre jug, drank a couple mouthfuls of water, then went back at it again. He did this until eight repetitions were done, taking breaks the entire time to drink some water.

"Looks like it's back to being good as new."

He picked up a hundred and thirty pound dumbbell, and began to do four sets of twenty for each arm. He then went to his butterfly press machine, setting the weight to a hundred and seventy five. He then performed six sets of thirty.

Last up for his exercises was to help his legs; with a leg press machine.

He set the weights for it, nearing five hundred pounds, at four hundred and seventy-five pounds in total. He grabbed his jug, moved to lay upon the seating area, and then began to push with his legs. With this he would perform three sets of fifteen, and by the time he finished the third set, he was exhausted and hungry, He grabbed his jug, finishing it off, then get off the machine. His legs felt like they were made out of jelly. So how did he get through this feeling? He'd grab a jump rope and began to jump the rope. He swung the rope, faster and faster, jumping the rope in a small space made from doing the jumps. Faster he went, the smaller the spaces between rope and feet made, and the quicker he jumped. He did this, jumping the fast as fuck moving rope, one hundred and twenty-one times. He would've gone for more, but it was getting tiring after doing the leg press machine.

He then walked from his massive gym, heading straight for the kitchen. As Fuzen grew, the more intelligent she was getting, but unfortunately, there was something the little babe wanted. A puppy. She'd see the t.v. screen and see the dogs on some commercials and she wanted one

"Mommy... puppy?"

"Maybe Daddy will get you one, sweetie."

Oswald didn't want animals, but he couldn't say no to his child. So, he set out to find a good enough dog. He didn't want a big dog, because after all, he is the big dog in the family. Which meant for the first few years of Fuzen's life.

In spite of his legs feeling like they'll crumble under him, he'd go shop after shop, taking Fuzen and Alysia with him. He wore a black suit, black tie over crimson dress shirt. Alysia wore a black dress that went to her ankles. Fuzen dressed in the cutest little black outfit. They'd go inside different pet stores, Fuzen would look at the puppies in there, but she never seemed to click until it was the closing time for some small ma and pop pet store, and as they looked through each animal, Fuzen would point at a dark grey and dirty snow white chihuahua.

"Puppy!"

And Ghost Tank knew it was the one for her.

He paid the pet shop owner, paid for a massive amount of toys and dog beds, food and dog treats. They had a couple of servants come in, grab the bags and beds, placing them in the limousine, and on the way, they Master and Mistress of the house spoke as their servants played with the puppy, showering it in adoration and love, with Fuzen petting the puppy.

"What should we call her?" Alysia asked

Oswald smiled and chuckled,

"She's kind of weird looking, like the Gorgons from Greek myths. So why don't we call her Gorgana?"

Alysia smiled and kissed him on the cheek, making their way home.

It was a day later, Ghost Tank sore as hell, the puppy had slept in the room with Fuzen, surrounded by her chew toys. Ghost Tank went to train some more, and the puppy had followed him. This made Fuzen sad, since it was her puppy after all. The more he looked at the dog, looking at her underbite. She looked like she had english pit bull in her lineage crossed with Falcor from Neverending Story.

He watched the puppy, and he scooped it up, chuckling softly,

"You're supposed to be with Fuzen, Gorgana."

She licked his fingers and bit at them.

"Okay, Gorgana, you gotta be with Fuzen, all right?"

He moved with her, and placed her next to Alysia and Fuzen

"I like her."

He left and went back to his weight room and the puppy tried to follow, but Alysia and Fuzen stopped her by giving her kisses, petting, and playing with the dog toys.

Stephen, though his friends call him "Sleazy Steve", was looking through the internet. He wanted to get some pussy. He wanted more than just the typical porn and shit. Someone messaged him, telling him to look at www.eFuckMe.com. So he did. He registered to the site, paid five bucks, filled out a profile "My name is Stephen, but you can call me Daddy when we're fuckin'. I have an 8"er, biggest cock you'll see girls. So hit me up if you wanna ride this D!"

Almost instantly, he got a message. The name said Katie, and she looked hot to trot. So he messaged back. The messages were a flyin'. Pussy pics, dick pics, tit pics, ball pics. The whole fuckin' shebang, which he hoped would happen, bang that shebitch. They decided to do a meet up, since they didn't live too far from one another.

He got ready by getting drunk off some moonshine, popped a Viagra, some uppers and downers, and the tiniest bit of coke. Then he dropped the tiniest bit of LSD. As he was nearing the place they said they'd meet up at, he'd be greeted by a buff looking man, and a sixty year old woman with the lowest hanging tits ever in the history of man. They looked like the tits of someone that pulled them by a monster truck, and instead of being torn off, like a Stretch Armstrong, her tits became longer. Kneeslappers.

"Hey, man, who are you?"

"It's fine, man. I'm just her friend that gave her a ride."

"Oh, cool."

He was so fucked up, that the woman, to him, looked exactly like Katie

"Y'know, you make me think of that one dude's daughter. Same name, too. Frodo Smackins daughter? You know her?"

She shook her head

"You're probably her. So, should we get down to it?"

And they were guided into a motel bedroom. The lights were off, and they both disrobed, and got onto the bed. At the same time, a dog jumped on the bed, and he was getting ready to plow that ass, but instead, the old hooker moved, and put the dog where she was, and the man grabbed the dog by neck area, and began to fuck that canine pussy with his fully erect three inch dick. Just went to town on that bitch. He'd cum so much that the bed was going to be stained. When he was finally done, the guy woman turned the lights on, looked at the dog, as it ran away letting out several pained howls. She went into the dogs place and soon the big man opened the door and turned on the light.

"WHAT THE FUCK!?"

The drugs and alcohol had worn off just enough that he realized he had gone to bed with an old, toothless, butterfaced woman. But there was no jizz on her, and then he looked in the corner and saw the violated bitch, and cum falling from its violated dog pussy.

"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU GUYS DO TO ME!?"

Then he shrugged

"Oh well, I guess. Got my dick wet."

The next thing seen is Ghost Tank's mansion, and the sound of howling laughter and the last thing seen is a slowly moving close up of a monitor, and the pictures upon the screen are the actual pictures of Katie Smackins, Daughter of Frodo Smackins. Then the screen goes white and Ghost Tank's words start scrolling across the screen.

CanYouHearTheScreams?

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