Chapter 1
Princess Fiona entered her apartment room exhausted. She arrived from working extra hours at Denny's. It wasn't the experience she had anticipated before moving to the city since all of her hard work had only ended in her being catcalled by nasty truckers and rowdy teenagers who slapped her green Jupiter-thick bum cheeks each time she walked by. Sometimes when she bends down to take an order, an old man from the next booth may motorboat her swampy overworked anus under her short skirt, inhaling every working-class ass sweat her dung well excreted. It was absolute misery, and all she got in return was a dollar and an All-American Slam... but instead of the meal, it's getting her turd churned by her manager.
Nevertheless, as with any sensible mother, she stayed as-is since that was the only way to support their increasing offspring of sixteen - going on seventeen if Shrek's balls remain fruitful after dumping his seed in every fanfiction character he's ever paired with. The couple is expecting due to Fiona being a month past her menstruation. With that, their financial problems escalated, they've already sold their castle to cover the cost of diapers and breastmilk for the kids.
"Damnit! Fuckin' Shrek! Ugly bastard can't even understand the basic principles of family planning" Fiona reclined on her settee, both hands shielding her stressed face, still unable to fathom how Shrek had turned her into his birthing facility.
Her rage had permeated across her entire body. A cool down is what she needed, so she ran to the bathroom and doused herself with cold tap water. It felt fresh, nothing similar to the ones they had back at the swamps, where Shrek's salmonella doodoo might end up on your hands and face when taking a bath.
Fiona decided that since she had already immersed herself in water, why not take a plunge in the bathtub. So she followed that advice and turned on the water to fill the tub. Her obese figure was publicized as she began to strip. It had layers upon layers of rolled fats muffin top-stacked over each other like shit swirl, starting from her waist up to her colossal tits, where insect larvae had settled in and fed off the pus spewing from her nipple pores, which were the size of minor tumors.
As soon as she climbed into the tub, the liquid went through discoloration, changing from clear to muddy brown. Her gut flaps floated to the surface like sideward floaties, enabling large amounts of sludge to escape and contaminate the water.
"Ahh, that's what I'm talking about." Fiona sighed, creating creamy bubbles from her farts. She had embraced her ogre heritage.
The water was as warm as semen, and it gave her body the sensation of being cumshotted by multiple dudes all at once. Her mind is soothed by the pleasant lethargy, and she falls asleep. But somehow her bladder abruptly cramped, jolting her awake and tightening every fat in her body.
"Ohh, Mama Mary! What the fuck is happening!"
In a heartbeat, Her vagina then decided to pursue a career path as a firefighter, turning into a freaking firehose, literally gushing fiery red blood out of her monster pecker pincher and spoiling her bubble bath.
"Jeepers! I guess I'm just late then!"
Fiona jumped out of the tub; fortunately, she had spent most of her period there, so she wouldn't have any trouble cleansing the bathroom floor, only the tub. She unplugged the drain, but alas! Something is preventing the water from going down!
"Blimey! I ought to call in the assistance of a professional plumber!" commented Fiona. She dialed for the services and awaited a response.
It had been hours. Fiona was already pissed as hell in the living room since the plumber was taking too much liberty of delaying. Then, with a flicker of an eye, somebody bashed her door open, bursting it into shards. He was a charming man with long, straight hair.
"Heavens, are you all right?!?" Fiona jumped up, alarmed.
"Never better love," replied the mysterious man, voice sounding low, nonchalant, and quiet.
Fiona found him exceptionally sexy. He resembled Jesus of Nazareth, and we all know what a heartthrob superstar the holy man was back in the early AD. "What are your credentials, mister?"
"Why I am identified as Dr. Michael Morbius, and I will be your plumber for this evening," Morbius announced as he presented the green client with his Ph.D. diploma in biochemistry and neuroradiology. "Also, I am an actual vampire"
"A vampire! Are you serious?"
"No, I'm Morbius" Morbius amended.
Fiona studied the document and decided he was the best candidate for the job. "Just The guy I need!"
Morbius bowed and said, "Brilliant, my lady." As he curtsied, he glared at Fiona's ogre breasts. They were packing some serious weight, looking like two green planets crashing into each other.
While they marched to the bath, Fiona detailed her plugged dilemma as Morbius' eyes locked in on her strutting fat arse. Morb can see the series of cellulite encircling those femme orbs, which resemble the lines on a yoga ball. In fact, that's what Fiona's ass looks like, a goddamn plump exercise ball.
"Fuck, Would love to do a hip thrust with those globs" Morbius murmurs, wholly immersed in his twisted thoughts.
"I beg your pardon, Dr. Morbius" Fiona disrupted his erecting fantasies.
"Huh what? Oh, it's nothing, dearest... What's the problem with your tub again?"
"Well, I seemed to have my drained clogged"
" I see..." Morbius' head sagged, and his glasses glowed as he touched it. "My theory is that yo ass is so fat, it clogged the tub's arteries"
Fiona blushed and giggled manly, "Oh Michael Morbius... You just know how to charm a lady"
"Please, just call me, Morbs"
"Teehee, okeydokey Morbs" teased Fiona, "Now if you follow me"
Once the two arrived at the restroom, The overwhelming stench wafted about them, notably around the vampire, who shuddered like a rabies patient.
"What's that pleasing aroma?!" Morbius moaned in the air, face morphin' into a bat. "Where can such odor be coming from?"
Fiona pointed at the tub. "Over there"
"The fuck, Is that blood?!" Morbius's brows raised, clearly aroused to see the contents. He squatted next to the tub. He can see the velvety brown liquid bubbling like boiling tomato stew. "It appears to be that time of the month, eh?"
Fiona rubbed her arm in shame, feeling humiliated. "Yes, now will you flush it out?"
Morbius grimaced as if he didn't agree with Fiona's demand. "No way, Fiona, we can't flush it out."
"What do you mean, we can't?" Fiona boomed loudly, full of testosterone, She's mystified as to why Morbius dared to advise such a matter. She didn't want to walk out of the bath looking like Carrie or some cult member covered in platelets.
Morbius then frantically emphasized how such a great deal of blood may be extremely beneficial. How it can be contributed to the Red Cross and how it can save lives.
"Now, what mad man would want that in their body" Fiona inquired, her arms folded.
"Why, yours truly of course!" Morbius shrieked, dunking his head in the chum, and drank the putrid ogre broth.
"What the fuck, Morbs!" Fiona gasped in terror and shock.
Morbius slurped the rich scummy soup unapologetically noisy and wildly. His sipping is louder than most ramen restaurants in Asia. He's slurping like your Asian dormmate eating noodles two rooms away, and you could still hear him through the walls. It just makes you wanna yank your pubes off.
As if he hadn't fed in years, the undead biochemist slobbered and growled. He took in sizable gulps enough to make his throat bloat as he swallowed. The blood tasted metallic and vinegary sour, which made Michael question where that odd flavor came from.
"Oh Bless you, Blood Gods!" Howled the bat-man. He convulsed from pleasure, shredding his shirt from carnal arousal and exposing his shining large pecs. Unexpectedly, he sprang into the tub and spasmed around uncontrollably. That was it, He was having a Morbius breakdown.
Fiona was confused beyond belief. But there's something adorable and erotic about seeing a dude blissfully frolicking in a pool of her own menstruation. She eventually cracked a smile at the sight. "Yes, go Morbius, go!"
As he continued to devour the mushy menstrual marsh, Morbius unfastened his pants and exhibited his twenty-one-inch morbid penis - definitely one of the dicks of all time. It poked through the water resembling a shark fin or a whale, Morby-Dick, floating peacefully until Morbs gave it a good chub tug.
"Oh yeah jerk that dirk, Morby" Cooed Fiona as she too began to feel wet under there. With Blood.
Morbius' toyed with his masculinity, coating blood across his macabre cock until he cumjaculated.
Fiona moaned after she saw the Morbius phallus hummus floating around her snatch salsa.
Then, Michael Morbius gingerly dipped his elongated finger in the cum encrusted water and stirred as if he brewing fresh coffee during a gentleman's board meeting. Shortly after, he started drinking the leftover iron swamp until it was completely absorbed into his system.
"Ahh... Blood test completed... You get a B-... Morbius approved!"
With no water remaining to obscure the tub, Morbius saw the drain and why it was clogged. Fiona's adhesive bodily sludge was the culprit. The plumber simply fished it out, tasted it to see if there was any blood, and dumped it down the toilet.
"Looks like my duty here is executed..." said the superhero as he walked out the door, but Fiona suddenly blocked his path, taking up the whole bathroom space with her mammoth physique.
"You seemed to enjoy it, babe... Care for more... bius?"