Gogo has an epiphany

"So what do we think of Gogo?" Flora wondered as she and Gina and Heather had an early breakfast.

"I like her a lot," said Heather.

"Sure you like her a lot." For her part, Flora looked unconvinced. "Because she perks up Adam. Did you see how Adam spewed his spunk all over her? After all we did with him? And after he already fucked her twice that afternoon? She's going to be the new wife."

"Now, don't be glum, dear, it's not a competition," advised Flora.

"Like fuck it's not a competition. This bosom babe comes from all the way around the world and blammo, she's practically walking Adam down the aisle. Ow!" Flora stared hard at Gina as Gina pinched Flora's arm. "What gives!? ... Oh."

"May I sit down?" Gogo asked timidly.

"You certainly may," Heather greeted warmly. "What would you like for breakfast?"

"Oh, not much ... a little toast and jam would be just wonderful ... "

Heather suppressed a laugh at the rather obvious fact that Gogo seemed all breathless and dreamy and starry-eyed, not looking in any particular direction, a serene grin upon her lips, her voice sounding utterly narcotized. "So, Gogo, how are you feeling about your first day at work as Adam's new secretary?"

"Oh, Adam, yes ... ohh, Adam is ... " She sighed deeply, sending intriguing new waves rippling through her vast expanse of bosom flesh. " ... such a nice man ... !"

"Yes, but that wasn't the question," Heather pushed delicately. "How do you feel about being his secretary today?"

"His secretary ... " Her eyes got wide. "Oh! Oh my!"

"Yes, I rather thought the responsibility would occur to you eventually," Heather mused. "But I'm sure you'll do just fine."

"Oh, I hope I can help Adam!" Gogo said very solemnly. "Oh, Adam needs help from all of us!" And with that, Gogo quickly crossed herself and bowed her head, her eyes closed and her lips silently murmuring in urgent prayer.

"He needs our spiritual help?" Gina dared to wonder.

Gogo looked up. "Oh, yes! Oh, Adam is cursed, he carries a terrible, terrible curse, and we must all help him as best we can!"

Flora was skeptical. "How is Adam cursed?"

"His penis! His penis could only have come from the Evil One!"

"Uh ... huh," remarked Heather, fighting strenuously not to bust out laughing while she served tea. "That's, that's ... interesting, Gogo. In fact, I think that idea has crossed my own mind many times ... ! But ... I mean ... how can you be so sure?"

"On my islands, the old myths and legends were about gods who had sex all the time, and one in particular had a giant monster penis."

"She's right," said Gina. "I remember this from studying comparative religion. The native beliefs of many of the Pacific islands read like pornography to us."

"But Holy Mother Church saved us from the old ways of the old gods," Gogo went on. "But always, you would hear legends, and silly stories, and dirty jokes, about some man with a big penis who got it from an old god. But Holy Mother Church declared all the old gods to be evil. Which means that Adam can only have gotten that penis of his from the Evil One himself!"

"Now, hold on," said Gina. "There's a lot of medical science behind the existence of too-males."

"Adam will constantly need more and more sex," Gogo went on, unimpressed by science. "The only way we can help him to live with his curse is to give him as much sex as we possibly can."

"God knows we try," sighed Flora.

"Gogo, this is superstition," said Gina.

"Oh, I don't know," said Heather, always happy to disagree with her twin even a little. "This makes a lot of sense to me. Gogo, are you sure you won't have more than just toast?"

Gogo sniffed hard. "Are you cooking sausage?" she asked hopefully.

(Originally posted to the BE Addventure by DruulEmpire)