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Jesse Meets A Fox by Luhyzi, literature

Lady Zari's Epic Quest! (Part 1) by oindegrat, literature

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MadManHTF
I do htf tgs and tfs. So I guess if you got something good like Disco Bear to Toy Chica.
Or Flippy to Flipsy. Feel free to let me know because I'm open for ideas.
maestrocylinder
I submitted two submissions and ended up accidentally submitting a third unrelated to the "forced shipping" theme, you probably know which one.
Zizum

Thanks for info, dealt with.

abstertrek
Anyone here open for commissions?
maestrocylinder
One concept I'd like to see in more abhorrent admirer stories is a love triangle where you have the male lead, the woman he finds ugly or obnoxious (or both) and the gorgeous woman he's really in love with. I think it makes the story more interesting if the protagonist loses the beautiful woman he loves and realizes that not only has he lost her forever, but he also has to spend the rest of his life with the woman he finds unattractive. A bonus would be the beautiful woman being led to believe that the man really loves the abhorrent admirer and wondering what the hell he sees in her.
cartoonking1
That’s kind of what happened in this story  Aladdin, the Suitor (Mehrunisa, Forced Shipping)“Fresh melons! Juicy, ripe, and sweet: biggest in all of Agrabah. Put ‘em between your knees and give ‘em a squeeze!” the seller laughed. A knot of shoppers crowded around the melon stand, much to Aladdin’s delight. I haven’t had melon in a few days, he thought. He slipped his thin frame through the crowd, his stomach rumbling as he got closer to the stand. He stayed behind the first line of people and waited. “How much for the melons?” someone asked. “Two denarii,” the seller said. “Not bad...” “Not bad?” Aladdin scoffed. “I saw better melons like this for sale down by the docks and they were only one denarii.” “One denarii, eh?” “Pay no mind to that street rat,” the fruit seller said. “You can run down to the docks if you want, but there’s nothing better in all Agrabah.” “You mean you can’t do better than two denarii?” the other man said. “I can’t possibly.” The fruit seller was too busy haggling to see Aladdin’s hand snaking through the crowd. Well, you know what I say, Aladdin smirked. No matter how fresh and no matter how juicy, the best melons are the ones you get for free. He slid his hand over the mound of produce that sat in the stall. Without even looking, he searched for the ripest and tenderest melon. I have to say, though, he thought, this fruit doesn’t seem really rip at all. He slid his hand along the apples. They were a little too hard—maybe good for a meal down the road, but Aladdin couldn’t wait. The fruit seller was still haggling, so Aladdin walked to another part of the stand, looking off into the distance, avoiding eye contact with the merchandise, until his hand rested on the bananas. They too were a little too firm. What the hell is wrong with this stand? This stuff can’t be that fresh. How the hell does this guy even sell these things? Aladdin felt along the edge of the stand, for something, anything that was ripe before his stomach gave him away. Even in the press of the crowd, he could hear the gurgling coming from deep inside.Aladdin’s hand was still exploring the stand. He was beginning to think that it might be a good idea to walk over to the baker’s shop and steal something there, but suddenly, his hand stopped. Byoom... He found something round, soft, and juicy. Whoa, this melon feels great. It was tender, it was juicy, and it was big. It was so ripe that Aladdin’s fingers were practically sinking into it. He tried to take it off the stand. However it wouldn’t move. There must be too many melons on top of it. Let me see if I can find another one. He reached to the side. Byoom! Another good one. Aladdin kept his cool. The seller still wasn’t looking at him. I just need to pull gently, and when the melons hit the ground, I’ll run as fast as I can. Aladdin had strong, deft fingers, conditioned by years of pocket picking and fist fighting, so for him, it wasn’t difficult to wrap his fingers around the melon. Even better, the melon was so ripe and tender that he could sink his fingers into the flesh and grab it more easily. He noted when the seller had his back turned, and at that moment tugged on the fruit. It didn’t move. This thing is really stuck. He gripped it a bit tighter and pulled harder. It didn’t budge. Aladdin decided to go for broke. Breakfast was on the line, so he was going to make a run for it. He squeezed the melon hard and got ready to run. The market was crowded, but if he got a head start, he could get away before the seller even had time to call the city guard. Aladdin’s muscles tensed up. He made sure he had a firm grip on the melon and then bolted. Crash! Aladdin shook his head. He was lying on his back, with his hand still grasping the melon on the table. The moment he tried to pull the melon off the table, his hand stuck fast and the melon did not budge. His feet ran, but then they slipped out from under him. People gasped and backed away as they saw Aladdin lying in the dust in the middle of the market. What the hell is wrong with these melons? Aladdin looked up to figure out what was happening and found, much to his dismay, no melons at all. Instead, he found two big, fleshy spheres, each one stretching out the back of a massive tunic. When the owner of those giant buttocks turned around, Aladdin turned pale. “Oh, honey...” Mehrunisa purred. She licked her thick, slug-like lips and rolled her giant shoulder. “If you wanted to get my attention, all you had to do was tap me on the shoulder. Grabbing my bottom, though...I’ll take it!” “Whoa, wait!” Aladdin said, backing away on his hands and feet. “There’s been a misunderstanding. I was just looking for melons.” “Well,” she said, shaking her chest. “You got ‘em, lover-boy!” Mehrunisa grabbed Aladdin by the feet and dragged him away from the fruit stand. Aladdin’s fingers mad long claw marks in the dirt as he tried to crawl free from her grip, but Mehrunisa’s grip was like iron. She dragged him to the fountain in the center of the market square. She sat on the edge of the fountain, cracking the paving stones with her massive ass. She lifted him up by his heels and squeezed him like a rag doll. “Please, listen,” Aladdin cringed. “Don’t speak, my pet. Our love is deeper than words can ever show.” “But I didn’t—hurg!” “Oh Aladdin, Aladdin, Aladdin,” she sighed. “Don’t think I haven’t seen you watching me. I can see you every morning from the balcony of my mother’s brothel. I know it’s no coincidence that you show up beneath my window ever third or fifth morning...and sometimes every second morning...or the tenth. I don’t really know what the pattern of your visits is yet.” Still, she squeezed him again. “But it doesn’t matter, because I know why you stop by my house every weekend.” “Please,” Aladdin peeped, his joints popping. “You’re...crushing...me...” “I think the word’s you’re searching for are, ‘crushing you with love’. Isn’t that right, silly?” Before he could answer, Mehrunisa squeezed harder. Aladdin was sinking into her body like a ship sinking into a sea of yogurt. Half of his body was already buried in Mehrunisa’s flab. He could only see out of one eye. One ear could only listen to the quickening of Mehrunisa’s heart, and the other could hear the other shoppers in the market. A small crowd had gathered around, shaking their heads and clicking their tongues. “So indecent...” “They really should get a room.” “Such affection, out in the open?” “Someone call the city guard!” No! Not the guards! If they see me, they’ll recognize me from all the other times they chased me around the city. I can’t stay here. Aladdin tried to push Mehrunisa away, but his hands just sank into her stomach. “Don’t be ashamed, my love,” she said. “These people are just jealous. Do we tell the sun to hide it’s brilliant behind a veil? We don’t need privacy to show love to one another. That’s why I don’t mind that you fondled my tooshie at the fruit stand. No one can resist a bottom so delicate, so firm, so perky, so delectable—no man can possibly resist such a bottom. It’s only natural you’d want to touch me. My mother’s wrath keeps the men away all the time, but you—you daring stud of man—only you dare to risk Mother’s anger to show me your true feelings!” “Can’t...breathe...” Aladdin was sinking deeper and deeper in Mehrunisa’s body. He tried to pry her arms open, but her grip was tighter than a pair of iron manacles. Aladdin looked desperately about, waving his one free arm, hoping that someone would save him. No one seemed to be paying attention. “Oh my,” said an old woman carrying a cage of chickens through the market. “Such immodesty!” That’s it! Aladdin reached out with his free arm and plucked a single white feather from one of the woman’s chickens. He lifted the feather to Mehrunisa’s face and waved it against one of her many chins. “Oh ho, ho, ho!” she chuckled. “Oh, my love! Your touch is so delicate and soft. Ho, ho, ho! Stop teasing me, now,” she said bashfully. “You’re making me so giddy! I can’t help laughing! Stop!” Soon, Mehrunisa laughed so hard that she could barely speak. Aladdin tickled her chin, her ear, her nose, and her neck until finally she was laughing so that that she could even hold onto Aladdin. “Stop it—ho-ho-ho! Please, my love! Your love is—oh-ho-oh—too powerful!” Aladdin popped out of Mehrunisa’s arms and gasped for breath. Mehrunisa was rolling on the ground, clutching her stomach. She wouldn’t get up for another minute—not with a body that size. “Well, I can’t say it wasn’t fun,” Aladdin said. “So I won’t. Goodbye—“ Suddenly, Aladdin saw stars. When he woke up, he was lying on his back in the middle of the square with a dreadful pain in his skull. The sun was beating down on him until a massive shadow blotted it out like a solar eclipse. “Scum! How dare you!” Bakhtawar huffed. “Skulking through the marketplace, molesting my pretty little daughter, making a public spectacle in the middle of the marketplace—as if a common street rat like you could possibly have any hope of marrying my sweet little princess!” Aladdin’s head was pounding. “Little?” Bakhtawar rapped him on the head again with her club. “Ow!” “That ought to teach you a lesson, street rat. Mehrunisa!” Bakhtawar snapped. “Come along! It’s high time that you came home.” Mehrunisa hoisted herself off the ground. “But mother!” “Not buts,” her mother hissed. “Come along.” She held out her hand and Mehrunisa reluctantly grabbed it. “Goodbye my love!” Mehrunisa cried. “Forgive me! I will count the days until we reunite at last. Please, do not despair. I will see you tonight in my dreams.” “You and I are going to have a long talk when we get back home.” Bakhtawar turned and barked, “Shehla!” A girl with a water jug balanced on her head answered, “Yes, momma?” “No more dallying. Fetch the water and get home quickly, otherwise I’ll tan your hide like a rented mule, understand?” “Yes, momma-dear.” Aladdin propped himself up on elbow and rubbed his head. A pair of breasts blotted out the sun. The woman standing above Aladdin this time wasn’t round and mountainous like Mehrunisa or her mother. This figure was lithe and curvy, with round, tight hips and a chest that defied gravity. “Excuse me,” Shehla said, walking over Aladdin’s dust-covered body. She sauntered over to the fountain and dipped her jar in the pool of water. Aladdin jumped to his feet, dusted himself off and slicked back his hair. He rushed over to the fountain and leaned on the side of it. “How’s it going?” Shehla didn’t even look at him. Her heavy-lidded eyes focused on her work. “You know, we’ve met before,” Aladdin says. “At your mother’s place. I come in every once in a while, not so much for the girls, really—I mean, I like girls, but there’s no particular girl that I like right now. I mean, I go more for the entertainment than for one specific girl, you know.” Shehla filled the jar. “You don’t say.” Aladdin cleared his throat. “Your mother has a nice place. It’s no wonder that the guys say that it’s the best brothel in all of Agrabah.” “Momma puts a lot of work into it,” she said, hoisting her jar up on her shoulder. “She certainly does,” Aladdin said as she started to walk away. He walked beside her. “You know, I was wondering if you might want to go out sometime. We could go out and hit the town, see the races, watch the cockfights—we could even go out to dinner if you’re hungry. I’d be more than happy to pay.” Aladdin stepped out in front of her. “If you don’t want to do that, though, there are plenty of other things to do. I know a building that has the best views in Agrabah. You can see everything from there—the sultan’s palace, the marketplace, the walls, the arena, the racetrack, the menagerie. It looks amazing when the sun is setting.” “Isn’t that nice...” “Or,” Aladdin continued. “If you don’t want to do that, we can head down to the merchant’s quarter. I have an understanding with some of the big beards down there. I’m kind of a big deal in this town. I know I don’t look like it now, but I don’t like to wear a lot of fancy clothes all the time. It just gets in the way, you know. I can get you a nice discount on whatever you like: silks, jewelry, spices, perfume... Aladdin was falling behind. Shehla seemed to float on the crowd like a skiff on a river. With her water jug carefully balanced on her head, her hips swiveled and swung so tightly and so precisely that Aladdin forgot to talk at all. Once his eyes fastened onto her rear end, words failed him. Meanwhile, Aladdin seemed to be running into every camel, every overladen old lady, and every tinker’s cart in the city. He ducked between a laborer’s legs and wove left, right, and left again, until he finally had an open lane to sprint ahead and pop out of the crowd right in front of her again. “So,” he panted. “What do you say?” “Momma doesn’t want me going out with strange boys,” Shehla said in her smooth, breathy voice. “An ugly girl like me will only attract scoundrels who want to rob me.” “Oh, that’s not true!” Aladdin said. “That’s what Momma said, and she told me that they’d say that it wasn’t true so they could get my money,” Shehla cooed. “That’s why she doesn’t let me carry any money or shop at the market. I just carry water from the fountain and trash to the rubbish heap.” “I promise, I’m not trying to hurt you,” Aladdin said. “Don’t you want to go out, just once?” Shehla reached the front door of the brothel, still balancing the jar on her head. She looked Aladdin up and down, from his dusty hair all the way down to his sweaty, dirty feet. Aladdin tried to keep his cool, but just looking at Shehla was intoxicating. Her dark hair shone like raven feathers. Her long lashes were like ostrich-feather fans, and her long, luscious legs were outlined beneath the stained, frayed hem of her tunic. She pursed her ruby red lips and lifted her soft chin. “You look like a thief,” she said. Aladdin’s face fell. “But you might be a nice thief.” Aladdin smiled—until suddenly he got conked on the head again. “Shehla, get inside immediately!” Bakhtawar reached through the door and yanked her inside. Aladdin struggled to his feet again, and when his eyes stopped swirling around his skull he saw Bakhtawar’s beady yellow eyes glaring at him through the door slit. “Paying customers only,” she snapped. The slit shut, and Aladdin remained in the street outside the brothel. Still, he didn’t give up hope. The day was still young, and Agrabah was a land of plenty. There were plenty of ways to earn a day’s wages, and that meant there were plenty of pockets to pick at the end of the day. This wouldn’t be the first time he had stolen to get into a brothel, but this was the first time he would steal for love. That night, Aladdin showed up at the brothel door with a warm, heavy purse. He held it up in front of the viewing slit in the door as Bakhtawar glared through the opening. “Oh no, not you,” said Bakhtawar. “You’re not getting anywhere near my precious Mehrunisa.” “Trust me, I’m not here to see Mehrunisa.” Aladdin opened the leather coin purse and poured a dozen silver pieces into his hand. The jingling sound was like the ringing of many tiny bells. “I’m a customer, I promise.” Bakhtawar’s beady eyes examined the purse so intensely that it seemed like her gaze would cut straight through the beaten-up leather. She shut the viewing slit and threw open the colt. The door creaked open slowly. “Money first.” Aladdin dropped five pieces of silver into her giant hand, which she instantly stuffed down the front of her tunic. “Right this way, sir.” The girls were all laying in the parlor, wearing nothing except sheer tops that showed off their gleaming, oiled skin and their dark, stiff, dark nipples. They smiled as Aladdin walked in. “Hey there, Aladdin. It’s been a long time.” “Times are tough, girls,” Aladdin said. “Can we get you some wine?” “Or how about some music? “How about a massage?” “Or how about a bed?” one of them winked. Aladdin grinned. “I always feel way better when I come here.” “Oh, of course,” said one of the girls, wearing a gold nose ring. “Are you here to see Mehrunisa?” Aladdin frowned. “She told us a-l-l-l-l about your little escapade in the market.” “Times must really be tough for you to want to fondle her melons, huh?” “Where’s Shehla?” Aladdin demanded. The girls giggled. “So, you want to taste the whole family, huh? You’ll be nailing Bakhtawar soon, huh?” “No one’s that—uh.” He looked around and noticed the portly woman lurking in the kitchen doorway with a piercing look in her eye. Aladdin laughed nervously and cleared his throat. “No one’s got that much money. I couldn’t afford Bakhtawar’s price. Besides, she wouldn’t want anything to do with me. I’m just a street rat, you know.” The girls all laughed. Bakhtawar’s look softened, though she was still scrutinizing Aladdin every minute he was in her brothel. “So,” Aladdin said, keeping his voice down. “Is Shehla here tonight?” The girls turned to each other and whispered. “She’s not here right now,” one of the girls said. “Do you know if she’ll be back soon?” Aladdin whispered. “I just want to see her for a little while without her mother breathing down my neck.” “Don’t worry,” said the girls, still giggling. “She’ll be back soon. You know what?” One of them took his hand. “You can stay in this room so that Bakhtawar won’t be watching you all the time. We’ll tell Shehla where you are.” “Are you sure?” Aladdin said. “Don’t worry about a thing.” One of the girls led him to a private room, telling Bakhtawar that they’d be in there for a while. That seemed to satisfy her, because Bakhtawar moved on to other business with another client. The girl opened the curtain and led Aladdin inside. There was a bed in one corner and a basin full of water for washing up, along with a lamp for light. The girl lit a few sticks of incense and placed them in a pot of sand. “Wine?” she offered. “Sure,” Aladdin said. “Why not?” Meanwhile, another girl quietly slipped away to Mehrunisa’s bedroom, sneaking past Bakhtawar so that she wouldn’t get suspicious. It was on the other side of the building, as far from the business part of the building as possible. When the opened Mehrunisa’s bedroom door, she saw Mehrunisa sitting on the floor, biting into an apple and chewing loudly as she hugged her little rag-doll, which was dressed just like Aladdin. “Oh my dear! You climbed all the way up the wall, chased by the guards and risked your life just to see me? How romantic!” “That’s okay, Mehrunisa,” she said, talking for the doll. “I don’t care what your mother says. I love you!” “Oh, Aladdin!” She hugged the doll so tightly that she squeezed all of the stuffing out of his body and into his head, and she didn’t stop, even when one of the button eyes popped off and hit the ceiling. “Mehrunisa—“ “What?” she barked, her mouth full of apple. “Momma told you not to barge into my room.” “I know, but I have something exciting to tell you.” “Well, tell me and then get out...and then bring me some more apples,” she added, taking another bite. “I’m running out of food up here.” “I just wanted to say that Aladdin is here.” Mehrunisa’s eyes widened. “He is?” she said, squeezing the doll in her fists. “And he’s here to see you.” The doll’s head popped off. “Really? Well tell him I’m coming! I’ll be down in a minute. I just need to put on some makeup and a nice dress—should I bathe? Maybe some perfume will do it, but what if it’s a perfume that he doesn’t like? Oh!” she squealed. “What am I saying! He’ll love me no matter what I’m wearing!” “Of course,” said the girl, “But I know the exact thing that you should wear in order to make him happy. Let me help you get dressed.” “Yes-yes, hurry!” Mehrunisa opened her closet, out of which spilled two dozen outfits. “Don’t just stand there, help me! My lover is waiting for me!” By this moment, Aladdin was laying on the bed, well into his third cup of wine. He was drinking to make sure that Bakhtawar didn’t get suspicious. As long as the silver kept flowing, she didn’t get nosy. Still, Aladdin hoped that Shehla would arrive soon. The purse he had stolen was getting a lot lighter, and he wasn’t sure how drunk he could get and still be able to talk coherently. Soon, however, he heard the sound of the curtain being pulled back. His back was to the door, but Aladdin didn’t look immediately. First, he checked his breath. It smelled like alcohol, but he had no way to change that, so he turned instead to his hair, licking his hand and slicking in back to make sure that it wasn’t messy. He cleaned his teeth with his finger, took a deep breath, and rolled over to face the door. “Hello, beautiful—“ Mehrunisa was standing in the doorway. She was almost too big to fit through, but she had managed to wedge her hips through the doorframe so that Aladdin could see the way her harem pants fluttered when she stepped into the room. This only worked for the bottom half, because the top of her pant legs were so crammed full of flesh that they looked like a single stride would burst them open like an old wineskin. “Hello, lover...” Mehrunisa licked her lips, which were as red and thick as chili peppers. “We meet again, at last.” Aladdin said nothing. He simply turned over and pretended not to see her. She must have gone inside the wrong room.Maybe if I pretend that I don’t see her, she’ll go away. He was disappointed when a crushing weight fell onto his spine. “Oh, Aladdin!” Mehrunisa squealed as she jumped into the bed. “I knew that my mother would never be able to keep you away. Neither the sand of time, nor the blistering desert could keep the two of us apart. How did you manage to sneak through?” Aladdin didn’t answer. His arms were sticking out from beneath Mehrunisa’s body, trying to claw their way out from beneath her panting bulk. “How romantic! You, sneaking into a brothel to meet your one true love, and me disguising myself as a prostitute so that no one will ever suspect a thing: it’s so romantic that I can’t bear it!” “Hmm-brrrf-frrrm!” Aladdin cried, muffled under Mehrunisa’s body. “Truer words have never been spoken, darling.” The prostitutes, meanwhile, stood at the door, giggling to each other. “Looks like Aladdin bit off more than he could chew,” one said. “Good thing Mehrunisa’s in there to help him chew it,” said another. “Shh! Not so loud,” one warned. “You’ll spoil the fun.” Mehrunisa rolled onto her side to let Aladdin up. She then picked him up and held him in his arms. Aladdin was limp like a rag, but the moment he saw Mehrunisa’s inflated red lips coming at him, he sprang to life. “Gah!” “What’s wrong, lover?” Mehrunisa teased. “Don’t be so shy. Lovers like us should have nothing to be ashamed of.” “I have to get out of here,” Aladdin gasped. He kept one hand braced against Mehrunisa’s chin to keep her from kissing him. The other hand reached for something to grab hold of: a windowsill, the corner of the bed—anything that could help him escape. He could hear Mehrunisa puckering and the sucking in air, like some kind of catfish stranded on the riverbank. Still, he couldn’t keep himself from being sucked towards her lips. In desperation, Aladdin grabbed his wine cup and dashed it over Mehrunisa’s head. The clay shattered into a thousand shards, but she barely noticed. Mehrunisa’s lips were getting closer. Aladdin groped around furiously for something else to help him escape. He smashed the clay incense bowl over her head. He smashed the metal washbasin over her head. Far from drawing her attention, the basin made a deafening ring and it was dented in exactly in the shape of Mehrunisa’s head. Aladdin looked for something else, but his time had run out. Mehrunisa’s giant lips finally made contact. Her slimy saliva was smearing all over his face, along with whatever it was she had painted her lips with. It was like being kissed by a bull. Mehrunisa’s tongue swept across Aladdin’s face, searching for a way into his mouth. Her lips were like giant pillows, constantly mashing into his face, sometimes covering up so much of Aladdin’s face that he couldn’t even see. “Mehrunisa, dear?” Aladdin’s ear perked up. Mehrunisa stopped kissing him and she turned towards the door, where Shehla stood along with all the prostitutes. “What do you want?” she asked “Momma-dearest asked me to tell you that dinner will be ready soon.” “I already had dinner.” “I know, sister-dear,” she said, leaning against the lintel post, “But Momma wanted to tell me that your second dinner would be ready soon if you want it.” “Who cares about second dinner?” she cackled. “I’ve got a nice, tasty man right here, and I’m gonna eat him alive.” “Oh? Who is it?” Suddenly, Aladdin’s heart jolted. He couldn’t let Shehla see him with her sister. She’d never forgive him, even if Mehrunisa was holding him hostage. He had to think quickly. “Why, don’t you recognize him?” Mehrunisa gloated. “It’s that street rat, Al—“ Aladdin shoved his face straight into Mehrunisa’s lips. She was surprised, but she didn’t object as she resumed making out with him. Aladdin’s face was soaked and he felt like he had just thrown his face into swamp, but as long as Shehla couldn’t see him and Mehrunisa couldn’t talk, he was safe. “Well, big sis,” Shehla said, turning and wiggling her hips. “I’ll let you know when the food is done, in case you and your beau want a little something to nibble on, aside from each other.” She walked away. Thank God! Aladdin tried to get away from Mehrunisa again, but he found that this time, he couldn’t escape. He thought that he could just pull his head back, but Mehrunisa was kissing him so hard and her lips were so soft that he found himself sinking into her lips like quicksand. He braced his arms against her body, but as usual, his hands just sank into the flabby body. Aladdin sank deeper and deeper into Mehrunisa’s lips, until... Pop! ...his head slipped inside her mouth. Mmmph! Aladdin cried. His limbs flailed as he tried to beat Mehrunisa off, but to no avail. The prostitutes thought this was a riot. They could barely contain their laughter, at least, until Bakhtawar showed up. “What are you girls doing here? Get into the parlor, now!” she ordered, smacking them on their bottoms. “We have customers out there waiting. What on earth could you possibly be doing...” She saw Mehrunisa sitting on the bed, wearing her harem outfit, with a man’s head in her mouth. “My little camel hump, what are you doing?” Bakhtawar demanded. “Mmm! Hmr-hrm-hmm!” Bakhtawar slapped her daughter on the back. “How many times do I have to tell you that clients are not snacks! What are you doing in here, anyway? Shehla told me that you weren’t in your room for second dinner. How did you get here, and what on earth are you wearing?” She smacked Mehrunisa on the back one more time, and suddenly she coughed up Aladdin like a cat coughing up a dead mouse. Aladdin landed on the floor, he face drenched in saliva. He wiped the saliva away from his eyes and found Bakhtawar looming over him. “So,” she growled, gripping her club in her fist. “You’re not here to seduce my little lotus blossom, eh?” “Please! I didn’t mean to! I swear I didn’t!” The whole brothel was in an uproar. From the street one could hear dishes being thrown, people running through the building, prostitutes screaming, and men laughing as Bakhtawar chased Aladdin through the building, trying to clobber him for touching her daughter. Aladdin managed to tumble down the stairs and out the door, but that didn’t stop Bakhtawar, who ran out into the street, swinging her club and nearly knocking Aladdin’s head off. He only escaped when he noticed that he was approaching a canal. She’ll never follow me down there! Aladdin cleared the low wall and turned to wave goodbye. “So long, sucker!” He jumped backwards off the wall, sticking out his tongue as Bakhtawar disappeared from view. “Finally...” Splat! Aladdin landed in a garbage barge traveling along the canal. He dug himself out of the foul-smelling rubbish and stood up. “Hey,” said the barge driver, pushing against the bottom of the canal with his pole. “No rides.” “I’m not here for a ride, you miserable old fool! Why don’t you watch where you’re going?” “I am watching! It’s a canal, you either go up or down. That’s it. By the way, watch your head.” “Watch what?” Clunk! Aladdin hit his head on a bridge and tumbled off the rubbish heap, into the water. He sat there for a while, stewing in his own juices while he waited for his headache to go away. Well, it looks like I’m not going to be able to see Shehla at the brothel anymore. I’ll need to see her outside, maybe in the marketplace, somewhere where her sister or mother won’t be able to interfere. Aladdin climbed out of the canal and plucked a fish tail out of his hair. I’ll need to catch her out in the open, where her sister won’t see us. I don’t care what it takes or how much I have to steal. I’ll find some way to be with her, no matter what happens. Aladdin made good on his promise. He waited outside almost every day for Shehla to come out of the brother to get water. Whenever she was a good distance from the brothel, Aladdin would walk up behind her and talk to her. He would usually offer her gifts that he had stolen, like bracelets and flowers, but she always turned him down. “Momma doesn’t want me to talk to you. She says you’re a bad man, Aladdin. You’re a bad, dirty, filthy man, Aladdin. I can’t even think of not listening to Momma.” She would then walk off, balancing one jar of water on her head while holding two more jugs in front of her, her hips bouncing left and right as her head stayed perfectly still. Despite this, Aladdin didn’t give up. Fortunately, Mehrunisa didn’t get in the way. In fact, she rarely seemed to leave the house. Whenever Aladdin asked about her, Shehla gave him a rather cold look. “What of her?” she’d ask. “You’re talking to me, remember?” Aladdin decided not to mention her again, and for the next few weeks, she continued to remain elusive. He hoped this mean that she had given up on him. However, soon not even Shehla appeared outside the brothel. Aladdin waited for hours outside the door with his stolen gifts, wondering where she was, but she never showed up. After several days of waiting without success, Aladdin began to get restless. He started climbing up the nearby buildings and throwing his gifts through Shehla’s window, and then scurrying down, hoping that she would find them before either her mother or sister noticed what he was doing. When that didn’t work, Aladdin decided to give her more elaborate gifts. Instead of flowers and trinkets, he started to steal for her fresh fruit, sweets, and jewels. He bundled them up in cloth and tossed them through the window, trying harder and harder to impress her with more and more elaborate gifts. This he continued to do, until one day when Aladdin stole a roll of scarlet silk. Someone saw him do it, because 15 seconds later, Aladdin was running away from the city guards at top speed. “Get back here, street rat!” the captain of the guard shouted. “So I can cut your hands off myself!” Aladdin clutched the roll of silk under his arm as he ducked into a nearby alley. Unfortunately, the guardsmen were already on the other end. He jumped up on a crate, grabbed hold of a clothesline, and hoisted himself into a nearby window. He ran through the apartment and jumped out of another window, landing on the canopy of a market stall and dropping safely to the ground. He hurried down the main avenue just as the city guards turned the corner. “There he is!” the captain shouted. “Stop him!” Aladdin wove through the crowd with the silk tucked under his arm. The guards were either getting better, or he was just incredibly unlucky. He could hear their footsteps only a few yards away. His foot slid on a dusty paving stone and he nearly tripped. He stayed on his feet, but the city guards got even closer. Aladdin ducked down another alley, knowing that the canal was just ahead. If I can clear the canal, then maybe I can escape. He tore down the alleyway with the guards in hot pursuit. He reached the wall, planted his foot firmly on top, and jumped. He sailed through the air, heading to the other side of the canal. I’m going to make it! Suddenly, a hand reached through a window to the alley, catching Aladdin by the vest before he could land. He stopped mid-air and dangled there for a few seconds. The guards were mystified, but they didn’t have long to look. As Aladdin stared at the delicate arm that had snatched him out of the air, it yanked him in the window and closed the shutters. “Hello, Aladdin,” said a breathy voice in the dark. “Shehla!” he panted. “How did you get here? How did you find me?” “Never mind the why and wherefore, Aladdin,” she ran her hands along his chest. “I simply have to tell you something; I need you to know that I got all that stuff you threw through my bedroom window.” “Th-those were gifts.” Aladdin’s heart was pounding in his throat. Shehla’s chest was less than an inch away from his own. If she leaned forward just a little more, her breast would soon be touching his. He tried not to stare, instead looking into her eyes as she spoke, waiting for the moment when their two bodies would meet. Still, no matter what Shehla did, she kept the sane distance from him, down to the fraction of an inch. When she did move, it was only close enough for him to feel her body heat radiating off her curves. Aladdin waited for her to rub up against him, but much to his frustration, it never happened. “I don’t have much time, Aladdin,” Shehla said. “Momma wants me to come back from the rubbish pile as quickly as possible, and she’ll be so upset if I’m late. I don’t like making Momma wait, Aladdin. I don’t like sneaking around like some kind of treacherous snake.” “M-me neither.” “Then let’s do away with all the pretenses. We should take care of this once and for all—stop playing games.” “Sure,” Aladdin said, his heart pumping faster and faster, sweat dripping down his face. “Exactly what are we going to do, again?” She pulled a shard of pottery out of her blouse. “I want you to go tonight to the wedding hall.” She pulled out a charred stick and began to write on the potsherd. “Here’s the address.” “M-m-m-m-marriage hall?” “Of course, you simple fool,” she said. “It’s high time that we put all these games behind us and said out loud what we’re really looking for.” “I agree! I’ll go to the marriage hall tonight!” “Good boy.” She tucked the potsherd with the directions to the wedding hall into his pants pocket. The tips of her finger brushed tantalizingly against his waist. “Don’t be late.” “Yes ma’am!” He leaned in for a kiss, but Shehla stepped away and he fell on his face. Shehla walked downstairs. The guards were pounding on the door. They had seen Aladdin get pulled into the house and now they were trying to break in and arrest. Shehla was heading straight towards them. “I wouldn’t go out that way,” Aladdin said, picking himself off the floor. She didn’t seem to hear him. Aladdin tried again to warn her, but before he could he got hypnotized by her swinging hips and her skin-tight tunic. The guards were about to make one last rush at the door, but before they could event count to three, Shehla threw the door open. “Oh my goodness, what are you dears doing? What did this poor little door ever do to you?” The guards’ jaws hit the pavement. “What are you all staring at? Did I do something wrong?” “Why, of course not, miss!” the captain of the guard sputtered, removing his turban. “We’re not after you, ma’am! We’re after this street rat—that’s what we call a thief, ma’am. You see, he had just stolen some silk, you see. He was running, and we were trying to catch him, but then there was a thing where he...he was jumping over the canal, and then I don’t know what happened but...but...but...” “Oh, what a dreadful menace he must be. I do hope that you catch him, mister guard.” “We’ll catch him. We’ll catch him alright! Don’t you, worry, miss. We’re on the case.” “Oh, I feel so much safer now with you big, strong, handsome men on the case. Please, pardon me...” “Make room!” the captain shouted. “Make room!” She trotted through the alley and back onto the streets. Aladdin poked his head out to watch her go, but realized that he had better leave before the guards snapped out of it. The guards were so distracted that they kept their eyes on Shehla instead of the door. When he was finally a few blocks away, Aladdin pulled the potsherd and kissed it. “Finally!” The Agrabah wedding hall was a place where people could get married in any number of rooms. Everywhere you looked, there were musicians playing and holy men scurrying about, getting ready for the next ceremony so that they could give their blessings and move on to the next ceremony. The rest were banquet halls, where musicians and dancers could perform, and where everyone could drink, eat and dance to celebrate the couples mew union for a full night, along with rooms to rent for the couple. It was the one stop wedding shop of Agrabah, where rich or poor could celebrate for any price, and it was this place where Aladdin stepped in, fresh from the baths, ready to get hitched to the love of his life. He walked up to the door. “Wedding for Aladdin, please?” The clerk looked at the ledger. “Ah, here it is. You’re in hall 109, sir. The guests have already started to arrive.” “Guests?” “Sure, you need witnesses to the wedding, don’t you?” “I suppose so.” “Come on, let’s get you moving!” the clerk snapped his finger and one of the assistants took Aladdin’s hand, leading him through the red painted halls and into the dressing room. “Abdul, we have another groom for you!” the assistant said. “What are you doing?” Aladdin asked. “Can’t I just go see my wife? “Not looking like that, silly,” said a man with a long, drawn face. This was Abdul the wardrobe master. His moustache and goatee were pencil thin and his eyes were the size of lemons. “We’ve got to get you ready first, otherwise the bride is going to die of fight.” Aladdin looked down. “What’s wrong with this?” “Seriously?” Abdul rolled his eyes. “Get over here.” Soon he had stripped Aladdin down to his underwear. Aladdin was about to ask where they were putting his clothes when suddenly he had a pot of water dumped over his head. “Look at this!” the man sighed. “My God, there’s so much dust that your runoff is black. Pages!” A bunch of young boys popping into the room with sponges and brushes. They set upon Aladdin with blinding speed and soon scrubbed him from head to toe, digging all the dirt and sand out of his crevasses and washing the grease out of his hair. “Alright, am I clean now?” Aladdin asked. One of the men pulled a thread and Aladdin’s underwear unraveled like a roll of gauze. “Oh you’re clean,” said the wardrobe master. “But you’re not going in there with that underwear. Haji!” Another man walked up with fresh, clean linens, and with the speed of a weaver he wrapped Aladdin’s loins with a new cloth. The next man slid pants over his legs and sewed them together in the back. Another man threw on a linen shirt, and another threw on a vest. They all lifted Aladdin up so that a tiny man in the rafters could place a new fez on his head, and so that they could lower him into his new shoes, provided by twin boys on the floor. “Hmm, it’s better,” Abdul said. “But it needs something more. Bring in the satin!” “I just want to get married—mmph!” “Don’t talk, darling,” said the wardrobe master, stuffing a pincushion in Aladdin’s mouth. “You’re a fit young man, but look at that chest---those shoulders—ugh! We’re going to need to dig deep on this one.” One of the assistants whispered into the Master’s ear. “What? He only paid that much?” The assistant nodded. “Change of plans!” he clapped. “Get me a cloak that’s two sizes bigger, a bunch of pillows, and a coil of twine.” Within a few minutes, Aladdin was dressed in a purple satin shirt with padded shoulders and a padded chest. The shirt didn’t quite fit right, but the Master took care of that by adding a few pillows and a several strands of twine to hold them in place. The pants were purple too, and the Master stuffed Aladdin’s crotch so much that it bulged like a summer squash. “Perfect!” Abdul added the purple turban as the crowning touch. “You look great, kid.” “But is all of this necessary?” “Oh course it is. You don’t want to greet your wife looking like a street rat, do you? I don’t think so.” “But the padding...” Aladdin moaned. “Well, too bad, because you’ve used up your money. Have a nice life!” Abdul pushed Aladdin out the door, where more assistants grabbed him by the arms and whisked him away to the banquet room. There were guests there already. “Who are these people?” “Shh!” the assistant said. “The wedding is about to begin.” “But this is my wedding—“ “Sit down,” they said. “We’ve got another wedding after this, along with an anniversary and a graduation party, so just sit down and enjoy the ceremony, alright?” Aladdin sat on a pile of pillows in front of a low table. He looked around, wondering where Shehla was. All he saw were strangers drinking wine and laughing to themselves. He saw some of the prostitutes from the brothel, and some of the regular customers, but aside from that, he couldn’t see his bride anywhere. Suddenly, the musicians struck up a tune. They played cymbals, tambourines, flutes, and an oud, and soon, Aladdin’s attention was drawn to the nearby curtain. It was a sheer curtain, which was lit from behind by lamps. He could see the silhouette of a shapely young woman behind it, waving her arms and shaking her metal jewelry. “Welcome, Aladdin, to your wedding party,” the master of ceremonies announced. “It’s been a long, hard road, but if the old tales tell us anything, it’s that love cannot be stopped, and since it’s your destiny to be with your new wife, who are we to stand in your way? Now, ladies and gentlemen, put your hands together...” The guests all clapped their hands and cheered. The assistants encouraged Aladdin to stand up. It took a moment for him to get to his feet, thanks to his stuffed crotch, but he stood up and glanced proudly at the glorious figure behind the curtain. This was his moment. He had finally convinced Shehla to marry him. The lithe, dancing figure approached the curtain, but ran to the side. She was replaced by another figure, more voluptuous and more appealing that the last. “Oh, this one must be Shehla,” he said. That dancer danced to the side, however, and another silhouette approached the curtain, even more voluptuous that the first two. “Okay, this must be her.” But it wasn’t. One after another, more dancers approached the curtain. Drifting off to the side until there was an entire line of them swinging their hips and rattling their jewelry. Each one was bigger, and curvier, and rounder than the last. Soon Aladdin realized that the dancers weren’t just getting successively more plump and pleasant, but that they were getting fatter, until finally the biggest, the most massive, and the fattest dancer danced up to the curtain, blotting out the light of the lamp and casting her shadow over the entire room. “Oh no...” “Hello darling!” Mehrunisa bellowed, ripping through aside the curtain. “Mama’s coming for ya!” “Aladdin, meet your new wife!” “No!” Aladdin hollered. “There’s been some kind of mistake—“ “Sit down,” the assistants said. “And now,” the announcer said. “The first dance goes to the bride and her husband. Aladdin, Mehrunisa has chosen a very special dance for you tonight, this first night of the rest of your lives.” “I have to get out of here!” The assistants held Aladdin down. Mehrunisa was clothed in silks and dripping with gold. She danced up to Aladdin, rotating her hips as she approached. She swung her hips so widely that she accidentally knocked people out of the way if they weren’t paying attention. She looked glared down at Aladdin and licked her swollen red lips, and that’s when she really started dancing. “Prepare yourself,” the announcer said, “...for the Dance of the Boa Constrictor!” Mehrunisa whipped out her sash, and before Aladdin could run off, she wrapped it around his chest. Then, she pulled him into her chest, trapping him next to her gyrating body. She hip-checked him away, and then pulled him back. She knocked him away, and pulled him back. It was like bouncing off a springboard again and again until she turned her back to him and caught him in between her ass-cheeks. Aladdin tried to get out, but Mehrunisa flexed her butt so tightly that he wouldn’t budge. She cocked her hips to the left, cocked her hips to the right, and then she wiggled her butt back and forth, shaking Aladdin like a ragdoll until he was so discombobulated that he couldn’t see straight. She let him go, and as he whirled around, dizzy from all the shaking. Mehrunisa wrapped her sash around his body, until he was wrapped up like a mummy. She hoisted him in the air, and like a yo-yo she spun him up and down, up and down, up and down until he slipped out of the sash and fell onto the cushions. “Thank you, Mehrunisa!” the announcer said. “And now, we shall begin the ceremony.” The Imam popped up, wiping his brow and opening his prayer book. “Do you, Aladdin, take this woman to be your wife?” Mehrunisa grabbed his hair and moved his head up and down. “And do you, Mehrunisa—“ “Yes!” “Okay, we’re making this a quick one, I see.” The Imam turned to Bakhtawar. “As the mother of the bride you consent to this marriage?” Bakhtawar, wearing her finest tunic, staggered to her feet and nodded. “I accept.” “What?” Aladdin blurted. “You told me that you didn’t want me anywhere near Mehrunisa.” “Yes, but ever since I saw all of those gifts that you gave her, I realized that a determined lad like you might go far in this world. After all, who else could steal that much in just two weeks? If you’re so determined to marry my daughter that you would steal such lavish gifts, then who am I to stand in the way?” “But those things weren’t for Mehrunisa,” Aladdin said. Bakhtawar chuckled. “Of course they were! That’s what my girls told me.” Aladdin turned to the prostitutes. They waved coyly at him, giggling and smiling the whole time. “They saw the gifts fly through the window and they told me you meant them for Mehrunisa.” “No!” Aladdin burst. “They’re for Shehla!” “Shehla? That little sow? Please,” Bakhtawar laughed. “If any of my daughters are getting gifts from a potential suitor, it’s my little sapphire, Mehrunisa. Isn’t the right my luscious melon seed?” “That’s right, momma!” she said, squishing Aladdin into her chest. “All for me! Me!”Aladdin struggled to speak through the squeezing. “But...the gifts...were for...Shehla!” “Oh, what a sense of humor your new husband has, Mehrunisa!” “I know, he’s the best, ain’t he?” The Imam tried to bring things back into focus. “Are we ready to finish the ceremony?” “Yes,” said Bakhtawar. “Sure!” replied Mehrunisa. “Lungs...bursting...”Aladdin wheezed. “Very well,” the Imam said. “Then by the power invested in me by the city of Agrabah, I pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride. Good luck!” He hurried to the next ceremony. “My man!” Mehrunisa cooed. She kissed Aladdin straight on the lips, nearly enveloping his head in her mouth once more. The prostitutes cheered. Bakhtawar nodded approvingly. The drunk revelers lifted their cups and spilled their win on the floor. The band struck up another tune. “Oh, I love this song!” Mehrunisa clutched Aladdin in her paws and trod across the dance floor. There she whipped him around like a rag doll while the rest of the guests gave them plenty of room. The alternative was to get knocked aside by Mehrunisa’s flailing hips, or to get slapped in the said of the head with one of her swinging bosoms. When the celebration was over, Aladdin was worn out. He had spent the entire night trying not to get trampled underneath Mehrunisa’s feet as she danced with him. A single step from her elephantine foot could kill a man, and after all the times she had stepped on his feet, there were toes that Aladdin couldn’t feel anymore. He lay draped over the cushions as Mehrunisa danced with some of the other guests. He was trying to catch his breath, but before he could do that... “Alright everyone, time to clear out!” the clerk announced. “We’ve got a funeral starting in ten minutes,” The prostitutes helped the men out into the night and promptly robbed them. Bakhtawar whispered something into Mehrunisa’s ear that caused her to giggle, and she walked out into the streets, corralling the girls so that they could head back to the brothel. Aladdin tried to crawl away, dragging his shattered feet behind him, but it didn’t take long for Mehrunisa to sweep him up in her arms again. After another backbreaking hug, she heaved him over her shoulder. “I can’t wait to move in together, hon! Momma’s gonna help us get a house, and it’s not far from the brothel. We’re going to move in together right away, and I still get to eat at Momma’s place right after I eat at our house, and Momma is going to be able to visit whenever she wants.” “Please...let me...go...” “Oh Aladdin!” she sighed, patting him on the bottom. “You’re such a funny kidder. Don’t you worry about a thing. I know you’re tired, so I’ll take the lead when we get to the bedroom.” “Bedroom? Bedroom!” “You didn’t forget, did you?” she laughed. “We’ve got a suite in this place for the whole night, and you know what happens on the wedding night, don’t you? You sly little devil, you!”Aladdin had no choice. He had no more energy, and as the door to the honeymoon suite closed, he heard Mehrunisa giggling. “I’ve been saving myself for you Aladdin,” she said, tearing her clothes off. “Do now you’re going to get all of me.” The clerk down at the front desk looked up from his ledger. He turned to the assistants. “Did you heard someone screaming?” They shrugged. “Huh...” he turned back to his ledger and kept writing....
maestrocylinder

Indeed! Another concept I like in these stories: the unattractive abhorrent admirer who thinks her lover thinks she's beautiful and then wears the supposedly most outrageously short, sensual, and erotic clothes possible in an attempt to please him... whereas he's only disgusted when she does this and is deeply embarrassed when she does this in public.