[ WP ] You exist only within somebody 's dream . Your very existence relies on their slumber . You must do anything and everything in your power to ensure they stay asleep .


 **Wet Dream Gone Wrong** 
 
 
 A shirtless Jason plunged his tongue into Ms. Buttersworth ’ s mouth, and around it went—squirming and bumping from tooth to tongue to tooth like an epileptic slug that ’ d been sprinkled with coke. 
 
 “ Mhhmm Mmmmm Ohm Mmmm ” —a breather— “ Oh Jason ” —back at it— “ Mmmm Ohh Mmm ” 
 
 As saliva and syrup mixed, Jason took his chubby hand and jabbed his fingers into the syrup bottle ’ s crotch, and kept jabbing like an irritable meth head at a crosswalk button—his dealer across the street. 
 
 `` *This is a man who knows what he ’ s doing*,'' she thought. 
 
 “ Oh, Jason! You ’ re so good! ” 
 
 “ Fuck yeah, you like that babe? ” 
 
 “ Oh yes. Now let me show you how much I like it. ” 
 
 She pushed Jason onto the bed, and the fat hanging over his belt rolled upward in fluid motion and curled before breaking against the lush hills that were his fleshy man boobies. 
 “ Let me taste the salt of the sea, ” she said, and jumped on him and began sucking his perky, pink nips. 
 
 “ Oh fuck yeah. Fuck that ’ s so good... Ohhh! You salty, bro? ” he said. 
 
 *Plop* His breast popped out of her mouth—leaving behind a thick, brown gloss—and she looked up—chin on his chest. “ Not salty enough. Give me that dick, boi. ” Ms. Buttersworth hiked up her rich brown, translucent dress, and straddled him. She began to undo his belt. 
 
 “ Hell yeah. ” Jason clasped his hands together and looked up toward the ceiling. “ Please, dear God. Don ’ t wake me up. Don ’ t wake me up. Don ’ t wake me up. ” 
 
 `` *What*?'' Ms. Buttersworth thought. She stopped, pursed her lips and scratched the yellow cap on her head. `` *Probably nothing*.'' She went back to working off his jorts. 
 
 “ Thank you, NoFap, ” he whispered. 
 
 Ms. Buttersworth pulled herself off of Jason. “ Okay, who ’ s NoFap? ” 
 
 “ Huh? Oh, no one. Nothing. Just keep doing what you ’ re doing. ” 
 
 “ J-just a second. You said ‘ Thank you, Nofap. ’ Who the fuck is Nofap? She ’ s that Muslim chick from the club, isn ’ t she? ” 
 
 “ What? No. What are you talking about? How do you even— “ 
 
 “ I think you know exactly what I ’ m talking about, and I ’ m not doing a damn thing until you tell me. ” 
 
 “ Fucking hell, every goddamn time. Okay, let me explain. ” 
 
 *** ( One dream hour later ) *** 
 
 “ You crazy bitch! Put down the knife. ” 
 
 “ Time for your eternal sleep, boi. I ’ m not going down without a fight. ” 
 
 Ms. Buttersworth and Jason stood across from each other in the kitchen, hunched like vicious dogs, wielding knives and ready to pounce. 
 
 “ That ’ s not how it works you stupid, sticky bitch. If I die you die. ” 
 
 She ignored him and lunged forward in that awkward way that bottles of syrup lunge forward. Jason side-stepped her, and with full force plunged the knife deep into her plastic gut. Syrup oozed down the knife and onto his hand and wrist. Ms. Butterworth began to make a deep gurgling sound and fell to the floor. 
 
 “ Br-breh... ” the dying bottle of syrup mumbled. She beckoned Jason to come closer. 
 
 Jason leaned in. 
 
 “ Brehh... Breakfast,'' she said 
 
 “ Huh? ” 
 
 “ Breakfast... is... ready. ” Suddenly revived, she jumped up and shoved Jason into the kitchen wall with Herculean force. Hurricane winds began to fly out of her mouth, holding Jason against the now cracked, tile wall. “ Breakfast is ready! ” 
 
 “ Ahhhhh! Fucckkkkk! Waakkeee meeee uppp! ” Jason ’ s face began to peel back at the force of the winds—layers of skin gave way to layers of flesh which gave way to bone. His eyes pushed into his sockets and into the back of his head. 
 
 “ Breaaakkfaassttt is ready!! BREAKFAST IS READY!! ” 
 
 “ AHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. ” 
 
 *** 
 
 “ Son! Breakfast is ready, ” came a distant voice from down stairs. 
 Jason woke up hot and sweaty. He lifted the blanket and saw his jizz covered hand gripping his cock. 
 
 There was a knocking at the door, and a voice spoke behind it. “ Hey, Jason. Pancakes are getting cold. Get up. ” 
 

