Chatting With Masterfeeder - Part 5

Chapter 1 - The Weight That Remained

This story is the Part 5 of:
Chatting With Masterfeeder

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The taxi dropped us off in front of the house at 12:47 a.m.
I paid the driver with the last bills left in my wallet, then watched him drive away down the dark road of Cornfield Hollow.

Becky was a limp sack of flabby flesh collapsed on the sidewalk.
I couldn't call her my sister anymore.
I couldn't call her anything anymore.
I was deeply disappointed, in her, in everything she had come to represent to me.

I loved her, but she always made everything so... complicated to handle, and she was never sure about what I felt, not once. She had always treated me like a doormat, and that was exactly how I expected to be treated by my beautiful Goddess who had become my stepsister. Being mistreated by her, was that part of what made her irresistible to me? Yes, it was, before all this started and she got corrupted by that man.

I grabbed her under the armpits, which were soft and slippery, hard to grip.
Her body was warm, sticky, heavy like a sack of wet cement.
I dragged her to the back door, one foot at a time, her ass scraping along the concrete and leaving a wet trail that disgusted me.
Every few steps I had to stop to catch my breath. Desperation was the only thing letting me drag her; I knew I couldn't ask anyone for help.
She didn't make any coherent sound, just slow, deep breaths, as if she were dreaming of being fucked by that man who wasn't me. By that damn feeder.

I opened the door.
The kitchen was dark.
I let her drop onto the cold linoleum.
Her belly hit the floor with a soft, embarrassing thud, the kind of sound a person makes when they fall.
I didn't cover her.
I didn't put a pillow under her head.
I did nothing to spare her an uncomfortable awakening.

I blamed her for everything, but maybe the one who had been corrupted wasn't just her, it was me too. It was so much easier to dump all the blame on that lardy sack of meat that was now wetting the kitchen floor.

With clenched fists I wiped the cum I could see still pooled in her navel, I hadn't noticed it before.
A rage like I had never felt before surged through me. I left her there, not caring if our parents might find her like that during the night or in the morning. I was black with fury.

The messages from our parents were still there on the phone screen. I had lied to them all day.
Twelve of them.
All the same.
"Where are you?"
"Why didn't you come back for lunch?"
"Answer us."

I replied only to the last one, my fingers trembling with rage.

Tomas:
We ended up on an extra class field trip. Marta is driving us home (a family friend with kids our age). We're tired, talk tomorrow.

Those were the excuses I had made up throughout the day while trying to manage the situation, a situation that had never been under anyone's control.

I went to my room.
I closed the door.
I looked at myself in the mirror.
My eyes were red, my knuckles skinned from the punch I had thrown at the wall of the station.
I pulled off my T-shirt, balled it up, and hurled it against the wall.
The reflection I saw in my bedroom mirror made me feel pathetic. All my greatest efforts had led to this embarrassing situation. I hadn't been up to it. I hated myself. I hated myself as much as I hated the way I looked, skinny, nowhere near as built as Masterfeeder. I didn't want to compare myself to that asshole, but it was inevitable. He got what he wanted, partly because of how he looked. Becky hung on every word from a guy like him because that's what he was: hot and an asshole.

Then I grabbed the sheets.
I tore them.
One after another.
I ripped them off the bed in fury, tore them in two, in three, until they were nothing but rags.
Every rip was an insult I couldn't say to her face.

"Bitch."
Rip.

"Fucking whore."
Rip.

"You ruined everything."
Rip.

"I loved you, damn it. I loved you before you became this thing."

The sheets ended up on the floor in a pile of white shreds.
I sat down on the bare mattress.
My heart was still pounding.
The rage wouldn't subside.
It was a hot knot in my throat, a fire in my stomach.

I had lied to our parents.
I had followed my sister across half of Ohio.
I had watched MasterFeeder dump her like a bag of trash, and it had torn my heart apart.
And she, unconscious on the kitchen floor, her bloated belly rising and falling, looked happy.
Happy.
As if all this filth was exactly what she wanted.
How the hell had this happened?! I had trusted him, Masterfeeder, and I had played his game to reach this result. I wasn't any less to blame than Becky. Becky... Why, Becky?! Why!

I lay down on the bare mattress.
The ceiling was white, stained with dampness in one corner.
I closed my eyes.

But I didn't sleep.

I thought about her.
I thought about how I had found her slumped beside the station, dumped from that bastard's convertible.
I thought about how I had dragged her onto the train, making up ridiculous lies to the other passengers.
I thought about how I had brought her home, a heavy, sweaty sack of meat, while she murmured another man's name in her sleep.

And I thought about MasterFeeder.
About how he had used me.
About how he had made me believe I had power over her.

"You're an asshole too," I muttered into the darkness.

The house was silent.
Only my breathing.
Only my hatred.

I turned onto my side.
The rage wouldn't leave.
It had become part of me, like the sweat on my skin, like the bitter taste in my mouth. And there was so much of it that I was aware it was creating a deep change inside me.

I closed my eyes.
And finally, exhausted, I collapsed.

But even in sleep, I couldn't free myself from her.
From that beached whale on the kitchen floor that I loved.
From the one who had once been my glorious Goddess.

And from what we had all become.

Me, her, and that asshole Masterfeeder! Masterfeeder my ass! Alex, you pathetic man! I will destroy you!

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### Tomas
Height: 5'9" (175 cm)
Weight: 135 lbs (61 kg) - unchanged
Appearance: Messy brown hair, thick glasses, still thin and awkward, but with a more hunched and tense posture due to accumulated stress. Red eyes from lack of sleep and constant anger.
Updated Characteristics:
- Intelligent but deeply unstable.
- Has gone from morbid curiosity to sexual hatred towards Becky.
- Feels used and betrayed by both (Becky and Alex).
- Feels an explosive mix of distorted love, desire for revenge, and self-pity.
- Has begun to act out in self-destructive and vengeful ways (masturbation on an unconscious Becky, desire for her parents to find her humiliated, refusal to protect her).
- Is no longer just "curious": I am angry, jealous, frustrated, and sexually disturbed.
- He considers himself the only "normal" person in the family, but he knows he too is corrupt.