You scroll through social media, squinting at your bright screen. A few notifications pop up in the corner, but you pay no mind to it. A few porn tabs litter your computer screen, along with some social media and a chat group you haven't visited in several months. Apathetically scrolling away through the endless flurry of photoshopped girls and fake smiles, your hand fumbles over and takes the half-empty can of soda that you have been working on for the past few hours. As you drink, you switch over to a porn tab, and see the one thing that brings you joy in life.
Anime girls. Anime girls with their sleek, vividly coloured hair. With their perfect, smooth, pale skin and bright smiles. The girls with enormous eyes that shine brighter than the sun. Long, slender legs, a slim waist, and perfect breasts. Always scantily clad in bikinis or short skirts. Always shorter than you, and always willing to submit.
The perfect girls. Nothing better. You love them. Your bedroom walls are plastered with posters of your favourite anime girls, and your unkempt bed is strewn with semen-stained body pillows, all of them featuring a beautiful, adorable anime girl with her breasts exposed, or at the very most, covered by a pasty.
You wish nothing more than for one of these sweet, submissive, adorable anime girls with their long legs, thick thighs, and bountiful, bouncing breasts to come to life. To live with you. Make love to you.
Sighing, you realize your chip bag is empty. Scrunching it up and tossing it to the dirty, unvacuumed floor, you get up from your swivel chair to fetch another one, an audible groan escaping from your lips as you do so. You haven't moved from the chair in a while.
You crush the many soda bottles and chip bags that scatter your floor as you walk, your heavy weight doing wonders to the feeble plastic. You stroll through your dingy apartment. It's around 2:00AM at night, so the entire apartment is dark. Despite barely ever leaving your filthy, messy bedroom, you know the apartment like the back of your pudgy hand.
Going to the light switch in your kitchen, you switch it, but the kitchen stays dark. You do it again. Nothing. The lights must have gone out. You haven't paid the electric bill in a little while, so that may have contributed to it. Paying no mind, you walk over to one of the cupboards and take out one of the many bags of chips that you have had stashed for weeks, following the last time you went to the gas station to pick up groceries.
Tearing open the bag and reaching inside for a handful of the salty, greasy goods, you suddenly hear something that you weren't expecting to hear in your silent apartment.
A little giggle. A small, coquettish laughter. It wafts through the silence, sending chills up and down your spine.
You don't want to turn around. You can hardly bear it.
But you need to know where that giggle came from. You need to know whose voice it belonged to.
Shaking and still holding the chip bag tightly in your hands, you turn around.
And there it stands.
Dropping the chip bag, your screen-damaged eyes widen and your jaw drops. You can't even manage a scream.
It's a girl. Her vividly coloured, enormous eyes take up half her contorted face. Her cheekbones are horribly sharp, as is her thin jawline. Her white teeth are bared in a painful grimace. Her long, stringy vivid hair strays limp and lifeless from her skull, which is throbbing with veins and massively sized. Her skin is reminiscent of the anime girls you love to watch; ghostly pale and smooth. Except her skin is laced with blue, thin veins everywhere. The girl is tall; she has a good 6 inches on your short, chubby form. Her legs are long, and while being thin in her thighs and butt, is practically a skeleton anywhere lower. She's clad in a tight thong, which is striped white and blue. A tiny bikini covers her massive bust, which is so enormous and heavy that she is slouching. Her waist is so narrow you can barely see it. The girl stands, haggard and shaking, her impossibly thin ankles unable to support her weight.
The girl begins to limp towards you, still hunching from the weight of her own colossal breasts.
You stare a wide-eyed stare, horrified at the grotesque monster that's lurching towards you. And then you understand it.
You always wanted an anime girl to be your bride. You wished and begged for a real life anime lady to come to you. You believed that girls with the same proportions would be able to live fine. You always wanted an anime girl of your own.
The universe granted you one.
The thing is, you never realized that anime girls are only cartoon. You never realized that the proportions they had wouldn't be feasible to real human life.
But you wished for one anyways. And now, this disgusting abomination is here, suffering and writhing in it's own painful existence.
As the girl lurches towards you, you