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belly and two jugs of milk fit perfectly in each tit.
    Imagine the voice-over in a car commercial, and the image of a woman’s naked body on a shiny black surface, the camera slowly panning up. The female body, luxurious and roomy, can accommodate three cocks and three babies at full capacity. One baby sucking on each nipple and one sleeping comfortably inside [show ultrasound of zygote in women’s belly] while there is one cock in the pussy, one in the ass, and one sliding in and out of the mouth .
    I imagined being tied to a bed and different men coming in and fucking me.
    I was pouring sweat. I was horny and felt gross. The slicks of sweat gathered underneath my tits. My high school best friend, Molly, used to say belly buttons smelled like hot dogs. I wanted to takea long shower, brush my teeth, buy a cardigan, and be a normal human fucking being.
    I thought about a man pushing my head down so my forehead pressed against the counter as he fucked me from behind.
    I went on Facebook and found this guy, Ian, I knew from high school. He used be hot and wore T -shirts of cool bands you were embarrassed to say you’d never heard of. He had gotten fat, and his status updates were about the food he cooked. “Made vegetable fajitas with peppers, tomatoes, onions from the farmer’s market, avocados, and Mexican cheese, wrapped in a homemade tortilla.” And then there was a picture of what looked like sad brown food covered in a fat scoop of sour cream on a terra-cotta plate. Why did seventeen people like this? Why did some girl named Terry need the recipe to make it for “her hubby”?
    The word “hubby” made me cringe.
    Molly was on Gchat.
 
Maya: what’s with Ian’s posts every day about what he eats?
 
Molly: jesus, I know. he’s always making quinoa and then covering it in a tub of cheese
 
Maya: he’s getting fatter and fatter
 
Molly: yeah, he’s probably eating a box of donuts right now covered with a box of donuts
 
Maya: remember when I stole his sock for you? you were obsessed
 
Molly: gawd, I hate time. he used to be so fucking hot and now he’s like the worst bitch ever. remember his hair?
 
Maya: how’s nathan?
8:35 PM
Molly: I’m in post sex cloud of clouds
 
Maya: you’re still hooking up with him?
8:36 PM
Molly: i couldn’t walk straight when i left his house today. he found a way to bang straight into my g-spot for like a thousand years. i went cross-eyed. this would be the highlight of any fat mom’s life.
8:38 PM
that’s probably TMI. sorry.
    Maya: no it’s awesome
8:39 PM
Molly: yeah. it kind of freaks me out that we aren’t done figuring out what to do with each other’s bodies yet. i predict at least another year until this shit wears off.
8:40 PM
i’m sorry. it’s boring.
8:42 PM
Maya: i’m supposed to see ogden tomorrow
    Molly: !!!
    Maya: it’s so over
    Molly: why do you think that?
    Maya: he’s making me feel like shit all the time. i feel like he hates me. he really likes anal. do you think that means he’s like 2 steps closer to gay on the kinsey scale or a misogynist?
    Molly: misogynist. Oh god. did I tell you I think nathan does that thing where he hangs himself when he jerks off?
8:44 PM
Maya: like David carradine?
8:45 PM
Molly: there’s a rope in his bathroom but i’m scared to ask cuz i don’t wanna embarrass him. yesterday was nathan’s birthday. he’s 39. i’m in love with his forearms. hopeless case over here! good lord that was intense today. what’s a girl to do? just float around on it when it exists, i guess.
8:52 PM
i need to smoke hash and watch tv now.
8:53 PM
maybe i’m a nympho. do you think there are other women out there who would make such a big deal out of fucking?
8:55 PM
Maya: yeah, fucking is universally and historically something people make a big deal out of. love, fucking, and art. do you still ever