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THE WEIGH IN.

by terry-collett

It was Friday evening the time for being weighed before bath in the nursing home and Anne was standing behind you in the queue of kids leaning on her crutch the stump of her leg just visible beneath her short red skirt and she whispered to you how much do you weigh Skinny Kid? I don’t know you replied maybe 84lbs she snorted 84lbs? my pussy weighs more than that she whispered her warm breath on your ear the kids in front of you moved up and Monica the girl with burn scars climbed off the weighing scales what do you weigh Scarface? Anne called out don’t be cruel Anne the nurse near the scales said oops sorry nurse it just slipped out Anne said (so the bishop said to the actress Anne whispered in your ear) after a few more kids got on and off the scales after being weighed it was your turn and you climbed on the scales and the red line showed 77lbs and the nurse said what it showed and you got off and Anne crutched herself onto the scales and you stood and watched as the red line showed 112lbs now that said Anne looking at you is real poundage and as she got off the scales she ushered you outside into the passageway and said here feel my thigh go on have a feel and she grabbed your hand and made you touch her thigh it was smooth and warm you’re such a thin bastard Skinny Kid you need to fatten yourself up she released your hand and you followed her along to the lounge where others waited for bath time she nibbled your earlobe affectionately and crutched herself over to the armchair in the corner and pinched Monica on her way giving out a snort of laughter as Monica uttered loud moans and you sensed the dampness on your earlobe like a loving memento which you hoped would last but knew it would like passing time soon go.
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