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The Slobbering Tongue That Ate the Frightfully Huge Woman [MultiFormat]
eBook by Robert Devereaux
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eBook Category: Horror Bram Stoker Award Finalist
eBook Description: In this wacky homage to low-budget B-movies of the fifties, Sally Holmes, violated by a mad scientist, kills and de-tongues her attacker while both are bathed in the rays of the dread new element gargantuum. When she begins to grow beyond all bounds, bursting free of one set of clothing after another, her husband John suddenly finds himself with an over-abundance of womanflesh on his hands and precious little time to coax his wife back into some semblance of sanity and modest attire. Meanwhile, a ravenous tongue of blob-like proportions slurps and slaughters its way toward the Grand Canyon for a showdown with the towering giantess formerly known as Sally Holmes.
eBook Publisher: Fictionwise.com, Published: It Came From the Drive-In, ed. Norman Partridge, 1996
Fictionwise Release Date: July 2006
Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [229 KB], eReader (PDB) [34 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [20 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [19 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [80 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [94 KB], hiebook (KML) [104 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [56 KB], iSilo (PDB) [17 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [22 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [49 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [32 KB]
Words: 5887
Reading time: 16-23 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Adobe Acrobat (PDF) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
 
Sally Holmes was married to a swell guy. She liked working in the lab. Holding clipboards and making notes for Doctor Baxter while hiding her beauty behind glasses and a tight bun was her idea of fun. She did it well.
And she gave her husband John a nice home. Soon, if they could figure out where children came from, there'd be pattering feet to feed. John was a good man. They'd been childhood sweethearts. Now John was a police lieutenant. She didn't understand his work. Heck, truth be told, she barely understood her own. But all Sally had to do was to poise her fountain pen smartly above her clipboard and act as if she were saying clever things, and Doctor Baxter was more than pleased to keep her around.
The one thing Sally liked about Doctor Baxter, other than her paycheck, was his way with words. He was a blob in pretty much every respect, balding, sags of flesh stuck on his face like sneezed boogers on a mirror. But when he spoke, his labials, his fricatives, his palatals, his urps of intelligence, the way his moist pink tongue oystered in his mouth--all of those oral sorts of things made Sally go all soft and squoozy inside.
For months he'd been working on something top secret, putting in so many hours he might as well have camped out at the institute. He let no one into his inner lab. But the notes he dictated tantalized her. He overworked his staff, but Sally didn't mind (she knew that John did). It just meant more toward their nest egg, more smart repartee over the clipboard, and more of that clever tongue.
When Doctor Baxter invited her that evening into his inner lab, just him and her around, Sally had no inkling that anything more than science was on his mind. He held the unsealed door for her, and she stepped in, sniffing a barnyard stench she'd caught wind of before.
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