Chapter 12: A natural born Guro-tan

Since he was young, the surgeon has always been fond of women. Something about breasts and vagina just intrigued him.

His relatives knew he was an oddball and always praised his sister more than him. She was the opposite of him: full of dignity, exuding an aura of kindness wherever she goes. Compared to her, he was a perverted kid who couldn’t resist the urge to fondle any girl and woman that got close to him.

One time, his aunt Lisa ignored his flaws and pick him up for a heartfelt hug hoping to bring out the kind soul that she though rested in him. But his warped brain cajoled him to take advantage. He couldn’t resist a yummy temptation because aunt Lisa had no lingerie under her V-neck.

When his head laid on Lisa’s chest, he felt her soft nipples press against his cheek. He opened his jaws wide open and plopped her cherry in his mouth. He paused for several seconds hoping the aunt would shriek and let him go. This would at least keep him from getting more names other than ‘perverted’.

Having lost her retarded child just a few days earlier, Lisa has a soft spot for weird kids shunned by society. She was lost in her own thoughts of saving this little boy that she didn’t notice the impending doom of the pinnacle on her right chest.

She suddenly heard a soft squelch that sounded like someone chewing on a wet eraser. The first squelch was followed by a second squelch, then a third and so on. After a few seconds, the squelch stopped with a light snap followed by munching sounds.

She looked down at her nephew who looked up at her with his chin rested right above her right breast. Alarmed at the sight of red stains on his mouth she asked him, “What are you chewing on honey?”

He looked at her confused and elated at the same time. For once, he didn’t get reprimanded. With a grin on his face, he burrowed his head on her right teat and took another bite.

It took her just a fraction of a second to piece together what she was seeing. Shreds of meat grassed out from her right nub and blood trickled from it. She shrieked and dropped him. “Ahh!”, she screamed as pain flooded across her severed areola.

A month passed by and the days went on as usual for the future-surgeon. He wasn’t scolded nor sent to care for special needs kid. The whole cannibalism went swept under the rug.

A day later, aunt Lisa came to see her nephew again with a brimming smile on her face. Her right chest has healed a bit now, and she was determined to keep the incident to herself. He never picked him up or went near him, but she convinced herself that he was just a kid. To her friends and family, she just got bit by a raccoon when she fell asleep on the grass in the backyard. She carried this secret to her grave hoping that one day he’ll grow up to be a decent man.

Maybe if she had made a scene, he would have had professional help. Maybe his problem could have been fixed and he could have become normal like others. Maybe 40 years later, he wouldn’t be down here in this basement touching the girl’s cum depot with his bare fingers.