Ok... I admit that the chapter you're about to read is going to sound very far-fetched. VERY far-fetched...
... Seriously...
Far-fetched
"... Comon, Honey, I've got Katie to babysit, she'll be here in five minutes."
"Right," You say, shaking in anger, "So where are we going?"
"Uh... we discussed this, Sweetie," Your Wife looked worried "Please, just come to the car..."
"I'm not going anywhere until you tell me who this 'Doctor Albert Gigante' is! Seriously, Do you just have some size fetish or something?!"
Your Wife looked shocked for a second, then... anger?... sadness?... her face contorted and she went stiff.
"Steve," She looked like she was trying to hold back tears, "Please, just come with me to the car... I'll explain everything to you, again, on the way to Albert's."
You were struck... Go to... to... 'Albert's'!
"I... man not... Going to that filthy Ogre's place... How dare you even think of-" Then Katie walked in.
"I hope I'm not, like, gettin in your way or nuffin..."
"Oh... No, Katie..." Your wife sighed, as she picked up your heavily refuting form, "I was just telling Steve not to call his friends 'Ogres'. thanks for sitting for us."
And with that, your wife glided out of the house, slamming the door behind her.
Katie stared after her, before turning to the worried children.
"Wor was all that about?"
Neither child said anything for a second, Then the girl answered:
"Mommy has a Size-Fetish."
You complained as your wife stomped out to the car.
You complained as your wife ruffly dropped you in the passenger seat.
You complained for half-a-mile until your wife stopped by the green and parked on the curb.
"I hope you don't act like this when we get to Albert's." She says simply.
"I'm not going! You can't make me! What are we going to do there anyway? Oh my God you're going to kill me aren't you! I knew it! You're sick!... Sick! Sick! Si-"
"Oh Do shut up you stupid pixie!"
You shut up.
"Have you forgotten already," she said, her mascara was starting to run, "This is the third time this month!"
"What are you talking about?"
"Oh Steve! Do you even remember my name?"
That stopped you. You opened and closed your mouth a few times... it was on the tip of your tongue...
"It's Angela, Steve. My name is Angela"
As soon as she said that name... all the memories came flooding back with a vengeance...
You remembered being taken into Dr. Gigante's office, himself a sufferer of a size-related illness.
Him telling you of the recent discovery that SMS didn't just attack the growth hormone... It attacked the brain as well... causing long-term memory loss... and later death. Although he was working on a cure.
You remember talking to Angela, your wife, how she'd cried, how you had tried to tell the children... she didn't want that.
That was all three months ago.
You remembered getting to know your fellow doctor, told him that if you did die in the next few months, you would want no other man but the kind doctor Albert Gigante to look after Angela and the kids...
How you'd planned for him to have an 'affair' with her.
How she'd found out that the 'affair' was all your idea.
How your relationship between yourself, Angela and Albert had become a ménege à trois.
How that had been your first threesome... wow...
That had all been two months ago
"I... I'm sorry... I forgot" you muttered
"I understand," said Angela as she wiped her mascara-ridden face and reapplied her makeup "It doesn't matter."
You both sat in solemn silence for a few minutes. The last few months had been very stressful. It just seemed so strange... This illness could make you just forget about some of the most important people in your life and then just let you remember them minutes later. This was horrible, and it was getting worse. Albert said he was close to finding a cure, but how much longer did you have?
"Come on," said Angela "Doctor Gigante said he has something very important to tell you... and that we may even get an... ah... reward..." Angela winked in your direction
You smiled to yourself. That Anchorwoman... ha!... she thought that monster penis made a good footrest? imagine seeing it close up and personal from three inches tall!
"Just a second... Did you just call me a stupid pixie?!"
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