Breakfast Machine

by Scott C. Holstad



i was eating in a cafeteria

this morning,

doing the breakfast thing,

when i noticed a

breathtaking girl come in,

pile some food on her tray

and sit down.  looked like

she had just gotten out of

bed, black matted hair

scattered to all four

corners of the room,

bone white face hidden

behind thick buddy holly

glasses.  she wore a white

t shirt and cut off jeans

and i noticed just how

skinny her legs were.

chicken legs

i would’a called ‘em

when i was younger. 

Jutting from her chest

in awesome contrast to

the rest of her body was

a huge pair of very full

breasts, bouncing and swaying

with each of her movements.

they seemed to be somewhat

unfettered so to speak.

 

two little yuppie

girls passed her table,

sneering.  probably

thought she was repulsive.

i thought she was gorgeous.

 

i sat at my table

fantasizing in every

possible disgusting

way, and enjoying the

hell out of it.  i

became aware of my

growing erection and

placed the front page

of the morning paper over it.

 

i then noticed her get

up to grab seconds.  i

was impressed.  healthy

girl, healthy appetite.

i was even more impressed

when i saw her glance

both ways and then get

up to go grab a bowl of

cereal.  my, i thoughts,

this girl can certainly

eat.  what an appetite!

 

imagine my surprise when

she stood up

again

and poured herself

another bowl of

cereal.  where in

hell’s name does she

put it, i thought;

this is kind of fascinating to observe.

 

when she got up a

fifth time, i knew

the secret.  she was

feeding those mammoth

breasts!  they were separate entities.

they were demanding

more food as they

obviously grew before

my eyes.  i immediately

thought of the film

little shop of horrors.

more like little shop

of big cereal eating tits.

 

finally, this ultra skinny girl

with the chicken legs

and monster breasts got up and left,

strutting as she walked out the door

leaving me filled with awe

and lust and just a little

hankering for more.


*Originally published by Coe Review, 1993.



BIO: Scott C. Holstad has authored 60+ books & has appeared in the Minnesota Review, Exquisite
Corpse
, Pacific Review, Santa Clara Review, Chiron Review, Palo Alto Review, Southern Review,
Poetry Ireland Review, Libre, PULP, WIREWORM, Hidden Peak Press, Misfit, Blood+Honey,
Eulogy Press, dadakuku, A Sufferer’s Digest, Horror Sleaze Trash, Synchronized Chaos & Bristol
Noir
. He’s moved 35+ times & now lives near Gettysburg PA.
https://hankrules2011.com
@tangledscott

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