JABBER WONGER

“Huh,” he spoke up at he wiped his nose from the blood dripping down his left nostril and down to his chest. “You’re a thick girl…” he spoke up with no such thing as shame in his vocabulary.

You paused, holding your Vital instrument a little looser now that you were caught off guard. “Excuse me?” You spoke up.

“I mean, you’re a thicker girl down in the pit…You’re not skin and bones like most. You got meat on ya bones. I like it! Ya don’ see a plump girl like you everyday down here! It’s very, VERY rare!” He laughed and bit his lip like some psycho as he looked you up and down, taking in your build.

You were a bigger girl…Everyone down here seemed to be extremely skinny and seemed to be small and frail. Yet you were a bigger girl! Big thighs, hips, plump and had a small belly on you!

“I like it…” Jabber mumbled. “A lot.” He chuckled.