Chapter 1

Ed Biggers begins his service to the Two-Sided One and gains balance in his life.

Decisions. Hundreds, if not thousands, of decisions are made each and every day, by every person. Shall I sleep five minutes more or not? What shall I eat for breakfast, lunch, and dinner? What route shall I take to work? What lane should I be in now? Most of these are minor decisions, of little consequence in the grand scheme of things. That is, the majority of decisions can be made without concern for consequence, right or wrong. Cheerios or Cornflakes, today? Cheerios or Cornflakes, tomorrow?

Yet, even a decision which has no consequence 999 times out of a 1000, can suddenly become major. Today, Cheerios. Oops, I choked on a Cheerio! Even then, it’s impossible to know what would have happened had a different decision been taken. If not Cheerios, would I have choked on the Sugar Pops? We cannot know.

So many decisions are made each day. Most decisions are made without sufficient information to know if the choice taken is the best one. A paucity of information is the norm, and not the exception. Shall I be an engineer? On what basis of fact can such a decision be made? The current state of the field? The hoped for state of the field? It might be good for five years and then horrible thereafter. It might be bad for a few years and then wonderful for the rest of ones life. It’s a guess, and we make the best guess we can.

With so many decisions, it’s amazing how few choices that we make lead to negative consequences from which we can’t recover. Perhaps one choice that we make out of a hundred thousand has long term consequences. Yet, the majority of choices made do not led to a negative consequence. If they did, most people would be crippled or dead by the time they reached twenty. By twenty, almost seventy-five chances to make a life debilitating decision will have occurred. The kid that runs into the street, jumps off the roof, or eats food that doesn’t smell quite right has made decisions with the potential for crippling consequences, but those negative consequences seldom materialize. Yet, sometimes, they do.

Once, twice, three, or more times in our life, we will make the wrong choice when faced with a decision that changes our lives forever. It’s inevitable that it will happen. Should a person abuse themselves emotionally for having made the wrong decision? Should one berate oneself for not being perfect or not knowing everything? One can, but perhaps that is compounding the bad decision with another.

Ed waited for John to put his hiking notebooks in the library to find out where John had encountered the Gods and Goddesses. The entry for the encounter with the Goddess, described in great detail the path that John took to meet her. It didn’t identify any specific day that Ed could tell and he was tempted to go immediately after reading the entry. However, the entry for the encounter with the God explicitly mentioned Midsummer’s Day. He knew then when he was to go meet the Gods and Goddesses.

He prepared the family for his absence by telling them that he was going on a rock hunting expedition as part of his school work. When asked how long he would be gone, he had answered that it depended on how long it took them to collect a reasonable quantity of samples. The fact was, he didn’t know how long he would be gone.

He felt bad telling a lie to everyone, but he believed that it wouldn’t hurt the family. The wedding was two weeks away, and he should have been there to help with the arrangements. He was sure that the women would understand what he did and why he did it when he returned home. The fear was that John would be hurt by what might have been a betrayal.

Ed had planned this trip with great attention to detail. To make his excuse more easily accepted, he had packed all of his rock collecting gear in the back of his pickup truck. Since he didn’t want to leave the gear there, he had stopped by the university and unpacked it. The directions given in John’s journal required a GPS to locate the campsite for Midsummer’s Eve, so he had purchased one. The one surprise in executing his plans was that none of the cats would go with him.

It was with great deliberation and determination that he followed the route that John had described in his first journal. Rather then cover the entire route, he searched for the location of John’s campsite the night before. Spending the night under the stars was nothing new for Ed. As he lay on his bedroll watching the stars, he was surprised to see a shooting star cross the night sky. It was very large and lit up as it split into two and merged back again into one.

Ed didn’t mind camping, but he detested hiking. Cowboy boots weren’t exactly made for long distance hiking and he couldn’t stand the feel of lace-up hiking boots on his feet. When the sun rose on the morning of Midsummer’s day, Ed gathered together his possessions and started down the trail described in the journal.

He knew he had reached the right place when the feel of the land suddenly changed. Looking around at his surroundings, he expected to see a man or a woman step into view at the edge of the woods. After taking a few steps forward, true to his expectations, a man stepped out from behind a tree. It was not the bear-like man that John had described in his journal. This man was exceptionally obese with breasts larger than most women and a small cock that was almost hidden by a roll of fat. His face had huge jowls, a double chin, hooked nose, and large flapping ears. The one feature that stood out from the rest was the lips. They bulged out obscenely, flapping as he moved.

The man gestured Ed to follow. Ed obeyed reluctantly, knowing what was going to happen next, he walked with steps that reflected his dread that he was going to be raped by this monster. The idea repelled him, but he would do it to protect John. His stomach twisted at the thought of touching the man, but he followed as close as possible.

They came to an empty clearing. The grotesque man came to a stop and turned to face Ed. Braced himself for an attack that didn’t come, Ed eyed the man trying to make sense of the situation. The man said, “Ed Biggers, the God and the Goddess would not come. They have given John all of the protection that he requires.”

The idea that John had all the protection that he required didn’t jive with the situations that Ed had seen. He replied, “John has died twice. Fat lot of good their protection has served him. He needs me to help protect him. I demand to see one of them!”

His challenge was met by laughter that conveyed great derision. The man challenged, “You demand? A mere mortal demand of us?”

Ed stubbornly replied, “Yes. I demand.”

Instead of responding, the man held up a golden medallion and tossed it a few feet away. Ed’s eyes tracked the medallion, recognizing it for what it was. Laughing, the fat man said, “If you survive long enough to get it, I will give you a gift that can help John.”

Thinking that he could out race the man, Ed dove for the medal thinking that he would get it with no problem. His progress was interrupted when the man grabbed him in midair. Using every trick he knew, Ed fought without restraint. Almost toying with him, the man ripped off Ed’s clothes as if they were made of paper and threw Ed to the ground. Ed scrambled in the direction of the medallion concentrating entirely on reaching it. His efforts were halted when the fat man jumped on him.

Ed’s cock had grown erect almost immediately, despite his attempt to will it down. Staring incredulously, Ed’s eyes grew huge in wonder as the man slowly turned into a woman. As the tremendously fat woman lowered herself on him, he continued to struggle to reach the medallion. When she started to rock herself on his cock, he used her motion to help move him towards the medallion. Although the medallion was now only five feet away, his progress towards it could be measured in tenths of an inch.

When he moved too far forward, the fat lady would bend his cock back so hard that Ed was sure that it would break. Accepting the pain and keeping focused on his goal, he continued to inch towards the medallion. When she adjusted her position, he would start to move toward the medallion again. In an attempt to stop him, she leaned forward and jammed a breast in his mouth. He struggled to breathe around the monster breast. Even as he struggled to breathe, he continued to work his way towards the medallion.

Ed was shocked as the woman started to come. As she came, her cunt squeezed his cock. She squeezed so hard on his cock that Ed screamed out in pain. Even as he imagined his cock being cut off by her cunt muscles, Ed still worked to reach the medallion. She continued to ride him, and Ed knew she would continue until he came. Unsure if that would be good or bad, the only thing that he knew was that he needed to reach the medallion.

As Ed continued to struggle to reach the medallion, she came several more times. Each time it felt like she was going to rip his cock out by the roots. Suddenly, he came and it was unlike anything that he had ever experienced. The contractions of his ejaculation were so close together and so long, it felt like he was pissing in her rather than coming.

She lifted herself off his cock, and moved so that her cunt was over his mouth. Taking advantage of her movement, Ed took the opportunity to move even closer to the medallion. His forward progress was halted when she lowered herself on his face. Huge globs of cum dripped out of her cunt. Closing his mouth and turning his head to the side, he attempted to escape having to swallow his own come.

She reached back and yanked his cock producing a scream that was cut off when her cunt forced its way onto his mouth. Cum drained into his mouth and he had to swallow or drown in it. He swallowed and then tried to breathe as more cum filled his mouth. Throughout, he continued to try to move his way towards the medallion. She came, her cum flooded his mouth as her legs locked around his head cutting off his breath and keeping him from moving. Not for the first time, he wondered if this was how he was going to die. Desperately, he swallowed and swallowed the never-ending stream of cum.

Finally, the flood abated and he could breath. His relief was short lived. The huge grotesquely fat woman started to rock back and forth on his face. Her cunt seemed like steel wool, scrapping layers of skin off his face. He used her motion to move forward again.

The situation seemed to become dire when the cunt started turning into a cock, forcing itself into his mouth. As it continued to grow, Ed bit into it with no effect. The creature above him had returned to being the fat disgusting man. Unable to prevent the assault, the man was now fucking his mouth with a monster cock. Ed used the motion to move closer to the medallion. Each thrust in, he slid along the ground in the direction he desired. He would scoot forward when the man withdrew. The medallion was now only two feet away from his outstretched hand.

The action continued until the man came. It was a massive explosion of cum that nearly drowned Ed. He coughed as cum entered his lungs and he retched as cum poured into his stomach. Unable to breathe with the head of monster cock filling his throat, Ed continued to struggle closer to the medallion. When the cock suddenly left his mouth, he scrambled in a mad dash towards the medallion.

He was within inches of reaching it when the man’s hands grabbed him and spun him in the air. Landing on his hands and knees, Ed started to crawl towards the medallion. His progress was stopped when hands grabbed his hips. It felt like a fist was pressed against his asshole. He screamed when he was entered in one massive thrust that pushed the entire cock into his ass. Timing his forward movements with the thrusts into his ass, he struggled to hold his gain, when the man pulled him back onto his cock.

Again, his forward progress could be measured in tenths of an inch. The man reached around and grabbed Ed’s cock. With a tight grip that brought tears to Ed’s eyes, the man started masturbating him in time with his thrusts. As Ed struggled to move forward, one thought continued to race through his mind, ‘I must survive this to protect my family.’

The thrusts became harder and faster as the man approached his orgasm. The pain was intense. It felt like his insides were tearing from the brutality of the intrusion and his cock was going to be pulled off. Despite the pain, he continued to struggle.

When the man came, he finished with an extremely forceful thrust forward. Ed saw his chance and threw himself forward, flattening himself on the ground. The man followed him to the ground as he continued to press his cock into Ed’s ass. Exhausted and in pain beyond endurance, Ed reached out and closed his hand around the medallion.

Everything stopped. As Ed raised himself to stand on wobbly legs, the man took the medallion from Ed’s hand. With a care and gentleness that had not been present throughout the ordeal, the fat man placed it around his neck. He said, “I’m the Two-sided One. You have done well, Ed Biggers. It’s time for you to rest.”

Ed woke and looked around the clearing. The normal feel of the outdoors had returned. His clothes were brand new and he felt healthy and energetic. After taking a reading on the GPS, he headed towards the highway. His progress was amazingly quick and it wasn’t long before he reached the highway. Turning in the appropriate direction, he headed towards town, where his truck was parked.

He stopped at the restaurant in town that he had read about in John’s journal. The descriptions of the owners were so flattering, that he wondered what they were like. Stepping into the restaurant, he paused to look in the mirror. At first, his normal face looked back at him, but at second glance he realized that his eyes were now gray. Ed approached the counter and sat down.

An elderly woman stood behind the counter and examined Ed for a minute. She asked, “Are you Ed?”

Ed nodded in surprise that she would know who he was. He asked, “Are you Martha?”

She smiled at Ed and answered, “Yes, I am. John called.”

“Uh, oh.” Ed knew he had been caught in his lie and he felt guilty for having lied to John, but he knew that John would have stopped him from coming. Still not knowing how the Two-Sided One had blessed him, he didn’t know how he could protect John. He was confident that he had been given a gift that would help protect John.

Martha laughed at the expression on his face. It was just like a little boy caught with his hand in a cookie jar. She added, “Right. He said to get something to eat, go to the next town, stop at the camping supply store, and then get home.”

Wondering what kind of reception he was going to get when he reached home, Ed asked, “Was he mad?”

Martha answered, “He was polite.”

“You’re avoiding the question.” Her voice, which had sounded sweet to his ear, had just adopted a slightly tinny sound. Rubbing his ear, he listened to her more carefully.

She smiled at him and then said, “Yes, I am. Now, what can I get for you?”

Her voice had returned to the sweet sound. Looking at the menu for a minute, Ed spotted something he didn’t get to eat very often. It was the daily special and if he had figured the elapsed time correctly, they would be serving it. He said, “I’d love some meatloaf.”