Chapter 3: Chapter 3: One Sausage Too Many
George wakes up the next morning and feels like a truck hit him. His groin is especially tender and he doesn't want to move. He remembers the truck hitting him in his past life and he thinks maybe he is safely in a hospital bed.
Instead he hears the *click click clack* of knitting as the Amazon woman is happily knitting baby clothes in the corner of the room.
He can see her pregnant belly sticking out from under her shirt as her huge arms move easily to loop the wool together.
"George!" the Amazon booms out in her low, lustful voice. "Wake up, my love. I have wonderful news!"
"Holy shit!!!!" He screams as he realizes that she is somehow 5+ months pregnant over night.
She smiles, her cheeks dimpling underneath her pale face paint. "I know you're not a fan of children, my big bear, but I am with child. I need you to do your duty as my husband."
George blinks a few times and just looks at her in confusion. "Uh, we've only just met. How can you be pregnant already? And uh, I wasn't really planning on being a father. It's not that I hate kids or anything, but I'm not sure I'd be responsible enough to be a dad."
The Amazon lets out a big belly laugh, which shakes her massive breasts under her clothing. "Oh, George, don't you remember? The goddess said you really wanted children and enchanted your balls to make babies in record time. Now be a good boy and do your duty."
George screams as he realizes the goddess had tricked him and made his balls insanely fertile and made all pregnancies last a few days for him and anyone he has sex with.
He runs out of the room and down the staircase and as soon as he hits the streets he hears her booming voice calling out of the window. "Make sure to get me some ale and sausages big bear!"
George pauses, then turns around in fear as he hears the Amazon's booming voice. She was calling him... "big bear"...?
He slowly looks up and sees his giant Amazon lover leaning out of the window. The wind blows against her huge breasts, causing them to sway gently against her torso. She grins widely at him, her sharp teeth making him shudder slightly.
"And while you're at it," she adds in a sultry voice, "make it an extra BIG haul of sausages today."
George rushes out of the inn, relieved to be away from the Amazon woman's constant demands. He heads towards the market, hoping to get the sausages and get out of there quickly.
As he makes his way down the cobblestone street, he accidentally bumps into a man carrying a load of fish. The fish slip from the man's grip and flop on the ground, flopping around and making a disgusting slimy mess.
The man stands there in shock for a moment, then starts yelling at George. "What are you doing?! How could you ruin my fish like that?!"
George feels overwhelmed and tries to explain that it was an accident. But the man is too angry to listen and keeps yelling and cussing at George. As George tries to apologize and escape the growing scene, a group of people begins to gather around. Some of the passersby offer to help clean up the mess and calm the man down, while others just stare and laugh at George.
George starts to panic and looks for a way out of the situation. George decides to head the opposite way from the fish stand, not wanting to be involved in that sort of chaos again. He walks around and manages to find a sausage stand.
George waits in line, and when he's finally at the front, he grabs a sausage which is being held on the other end by another man.
"I saw it first sir." George says as he tugs hard on the sausage.
"I want it more pal!" The other man yanks on the sausage harder.
They both refuse to let go and the sausage begins to break in half. Then is bursts all over the other man's thick mustache and it looks very suggestive. George looks at the man and then at the sausages, not quite sure what to do with the situation.
Suddenly, a woman comes up behind George and starts yelling at him for ruining her sausages. She grabs the remaining ones with a sneer and walks away, shaking her head and muttering something about stupid men.
George is stunned and stands there with the broken sausage in his hand, not sure what to do next.
Of course!
George is about to give up and head back to the inn empty handed when he hears loud cheering and the roar of a huge crowd. Curiosity gets the better of him he and heads out towards the center of the town square. When he arrives, he is greeted by the sight of the whole town engaged in a massive food fight, with sausages and other food flying everywhere.
Unfortunately, George is hit full on in the face with a string of sausages and is knocked to the ground. Lying flat on the ground, with sausages all over him, he realizes that these are the perfect sausages to appease his wife.
"Yes! Thank you food fiiiiight!"
With renewed determination, he gets back up and ventures into the food fight to rescue his sausages. He grabs them and runs out of there before anything else happens to them.
George walks along the countryside rode on his way back to the inn. He has absolutely no luck in finding any milk and had resigned himself to just giving her sausages.
Then he spots a single cow in the pasture swaying back and forth as if it was drunk.
"Maybe If I'm quiet enough she won't notice."
George sways along with the cow, milking the udder as it produces warm milk. He smiles at the cow and scratches her head, feeling a bit of kinship with it. But as they sway back and forth, he suddenly feels off balance and realizes that the cow is starting to fall towards him.
He quickly backs away and watches as the cow tips over and groans. The cow looks up at him with a confused expression on its face, its udder still dripping with the milk. George looks down and realizes that he is covered in the white liquid, his clothes ruined.
"Oh damn!! Now I reek of milk." I need a shower so bad." George yells as he drips with warm milk.
He carries the jug of warm milk and it sloshed back and forth as he walked. He finally made it to the inn and collapsed by the door. His Amazon woman found him leaning against the door and took the food from him.
"My, what excellent sausage and milk you bought. You are gooooood husband." The Amazon exclaimed as she slammed his back hard with praise.
"Thank…YOU…Ow!"
"Come bit bear and rest upstairs as I make us a meal."
He followed her upstairs and heard each step groan from the weight of her. Once inside the room he collapsed onto the bed and closed his eyes.
The next thing he knew he was awoken to the smell of smoke. She had cooked the sausages to the point of being black. The warm milk was also gone and dribbles it were running down between her huge breasts.
"Dinner is ready my loooooove"
"Fire! Fire! Put out the fire!" He screamed.
He threw the only thing he could find and that was the comforter. It initially smothered it, but then it burned a hole through the center and the whole thing caught on fire.
"What you do?" The Amazon frantically screamed.
No matter what they did the fire only grew. They eventually left the inn and pretended that everything was fine as smoke bellowed out of the open window upstairs. They made a b-line for the town wall and exited through the gate.
George ran as fast as he could as he kept up with her and finally collapsed in a heap in a pile of dead leaves. The Amazon began to make a fire and look for firewood.
"You stay here! No go! No leave! Understand?" The Amazon threatened.
George held his hands up in defeat and let her look out for the both of them. He couldn't believe how much misfortune he had had so far. This was not what he signed up for when he thought about being isekai'd to another world.
He watched as the Amazon bent over and showed her ample rear to him. Though he had a very bad day at least he had a hot Amazon to look after him and take care of his needs.
As he drifted off to sleep he thought about being surrounded by hot hunnies in next to nothing and feeding him steak.
"That's the life for me."
All that ended when he was awoken to a storm raging through the forest.
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