Chapter #6Mountains of Mutton by: Unknown Cryptfork. You didn't know that was where you were heading and you had never even heard of Cryptfork so you had no idea what the town was like. The fat centaur lady then picked up the box and you grunted as she made her way towards a mail truck and placed you inside. Before long, you hear an engine and then you gasp because you realize you're going to be taken away from Horrorville. "Oh no." You say. The truck is soon outside of Horrorville's border and is heading off to Cryptfork.
You let out a groan. "Looks like I'm not in Horrorville anymore. I just wanted to be neighborly towards Irene and this happens. Now I'm being shipped off to some monster from out of town. I just hope it's a creature that doesn't eat humans." You sit down and let out a sigh as the truck keeps on moving. As you do, 5 hours pass and you're still not at your destination. "Gee," you say. "Wherever this package is headed, it must be really far away from Horrorville. It might even be on the other side of the monster world. Oh no."
If that wasn't enough, you hear your stomach growling and groan. "I'm starving," you say. "Cadence told me not to skip breakfast today, but I didn't listen. I just hope that there's some food in this package." While it was dark in that package, you saw there was something inside of it that appeared to be wrapped up. Several items that seemed to be wrapped up. You unwrap one of them and you look in surprise. It was a red velvet whoopee pie as big as a cafe. You lick your lips. "I really hope that whoever this package is for won't miss just one whoopee pie." You bite into the pie and started to munch away to stave off your hunger."
After 3 more hours, you hear the mail truck come to a stop. You don't know it but it stopped at a building that read "Rolling Boulders, Gym and Apartment". The package containing you and one less whoopee pie is taken into a mailroom of some sort and you gulp as you don't know exactly what to expect. You wait for 20 minutes before you hear stomping sounds. One of the giant monsters that lived in this apartment building had come into the mailroom and was heading your way. You hear them pick up the package and hide behind another of the whoopee pies. It was then you heard a female voice with a slight Russian accent.
"Huh," she says. "Mom must've sent another batch of her homemade whoopee pies. Figures. Every time I manage to lose 5 lbs in the gym, she makes it impossible for me to keep it that way. Oh well. It's not like I'm good at losing weight anyway." The giantess hums to herself as she stomps away and you begin to shape. "I hope that this giant woman doesn't like the taste of human flesh. Whoa." The giant woman arrives at her apartment and uses one of her large fingers to cut through the tape on the box. The box opens up and you look up in pure fear at the giantess who opened the box and was now looking in surprise at you down below.
The giant woman was an 850ft tall weresheep with long brownish red hair, two curved horns at the side of her head and black wool all over her body. The sheep giantess wasn't wearing any clothes, but her wool did a good job of covering her up. She was chubby in body shape with a large belly and round cheeks, however, the biggest part of her body was her butt that was wider than she was tall and appeared to be higher on her body than her head. But you were more focused on the fact that you had the misfortune to be shipped to a weresheep. You read somewhere that weresheep were a surprisingly carnivorous species that were bigger man-eaters than werewolves. That was why wereewes were so chubby.
"A human?" asks the weresheep in shock. "What are you doing here?" You break down and get on your knees. "Please don't eat me! I wasn't even supposed to be here! I was in Horrorville visiting a neighbor when I got stuck in her shoelace and into the mail truck and..." The weresheep giantess waves her hand. "Stop right there. You don't have to worry about me. I don't eat humans. They make me gassy. Now, if my mother saw you, she'd be spitting out your bones before you had a chance to grovel." You gulp and then give a sigh of relief before the sheep woman sits down on her couch, filling it up and places the box of whoopee pies on the table before she bites into one. "You said you were from Horrorville? That's half a day's journey from Cryptfork."
"Cryptfork!?" you yell. "I went all the way to Cryptfork. Oh no!" The sheep giantess blows on her finger. "Not so loud. You'll get in big trouble if Mrs. Hatten finds out you're hear?" You give a gulp. "Mrs. Hatten? Is she a human hater?" The sheep woman takes a sip of some water before placing her glass on one of her enormous cheeks. "No. On the contrary, her husband is a human. She'd be more concerned about a single man in the apartment." You don't know what's going on, so you focus on your weresheep host. "Uh, Ms..." "You can call me Bailey," says the sheep woman. "Bailey Johansen." "R.L.," you say. "Uh, Bailey. I don't mean to offend you... but... uh... poor choice of..." Bailey immediately realizes what you're talking about and lets out a sigh.
"I have a rare disorder that only affects female adult monsters. It's called Glutos Syndrome. In fact, half the women in Cryptfork and every monster woman in this building has Glutos Syndrome. The gym at the bottom of the building trains our bodies to carry the extra weight easily. Despite how I look, I'm as graceful as a ballerina." "I see." You say nervously. Then the weresheep decides to explain the house rules. "Mrs. Hatten doesn't like men in the building, except for humans and even then, there's one condition." "What is that?" you ask. "Well," says Bailey. "You have to marry one of the residences." "What?!" "It's not as bad as you think. The landlady gives all humans who want to live here a 90 day courting period to decide which monster girl they want to marry." "90 days? What happens if...?"
Bailey shakes her head. "Trust me," she says. "It doesn't end well for the human. You just better hope Mrs. Hatten doesn't find out you're hear or you'll have no choice. It's date or die." You give a gulp and then you hear a knock on the door." "Bailey," says a female voice. "Are you in here? It's the first of the month. Rent day." Bailey gives a gasp. "Crap," she says. "Mrs. Hatten. If she sees you, you're toast." The door then begins to open and in walks the landlady. She's a yellow-green-skinned gargoyle with light blue hair and multiple face piercings. She wore a tank top and a Hawaiian sari. Her butt was just as big if not bigger than Bailey's, showing she had Glutos Syndrome as well. She was carrying her human husband on her shoulder.
Bailey knew that she couldn't let her landlady spot you, so she grabs you and hides you...   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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