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