@mister-warmth @munchingtime
(My first John Munch fanfiction, inspired by Richard Belzer's cameo scene as Caller Number 4 (#Beach)
in the Spike Lee film Girl 6.)
In three different decades, four movies were made telling the story of an inanimate model woman coming to life to become the lovers of average men.
First there was the black-and-white romantic musical comedy A Touch of Venus in 1948, based on the 1943 Broadway musical of the same name, book written by S. J. Perelman and Ogden Nash, with music composed by Kurt Weill and lyrics by Nash, that (foolish) omitted most of Weill's music in the feature film adaptation, where Ava Gardner portrayed a statue of the goddess Venus who came to life when a drunk window dresser kissed her on a whim.
That Old Hollywood production received a loose made-for-TV remake in 1988 titled Goddess of Love and stared the co-host of the Wheel of Fortune game show, Vanna White, as the living Venus statue.
And between 1987 and 1991, there were the Mannequin movies that graced us with the song Nothing's Gonna Stop Us Now by the rock band Starship.
John Munch was neither a sculptor nor a window dresser.
His hands couldn't craft the perfect woman… only in his imagination he could do it, with the help of a phone call.
After coming home, washing the grime of the day and laying on on the couch, he decided to dial the 1-900 number advertised in the man's magazine…
"TelNet, how may I direct your call?"
"I want to talk with Girl 17…"
"If it is ok with you, I am going to put you on hold for a moment. I will see if she is available."
He counted to three, until he could listen a soft, soothing voice of a woman.
When he heard the voice calling him darling, John smiled.
"I'm so glad you called."
"I want you to prove it, sweetheart …"
Was John's cocky response …
The voice from the other end of the line became more meek.
"Oh darling, don't be so cruel. I'll do anything for you."
"I'll kiss the floor you step over …"
"Tell me, sweetheart… have you eaten well? Are you plump?"
For a second, the voice seemed to hesitate, but then, stuttering slightly, answered…
"Show me you finger, sweetheart … I need to feel if you're getting fat for me…"
"He… Here… Here is my hand."
John closed his eyes, making the motion to imagine a plump hand touching his thin hand, feeling the warmth of the fingers, the palm, and the pulse…
"Good girl… You're growing curvier, just as I like… I want to feel the warmth of your flesh, sweetheart… first, sit down on the bed, and take away your slippers, and your stockings…"
"Alright, I'm removing the right foot of my slipper… and my stocking… you can see my tigh… my calf… the right knee... the right feet… now I'm removing the left foot of my slipper … the left foot of the stocking is coming down next… do you like my legs, darling?"
"Oh, how I love your legs, sweetheart, so thick, they're perfect… now, by the side of the bed, you can see I set a fire… throw the slippers and the stockings on the fire, dear one. You won't need them, ever again."
"Oh, please… Do I have to?"
"You promised you'd do anything, sweetheart… Throw it to the fire."
John enjoyed feeling in control in this moment, and his voice grew more authoritative.
"Oh, goodbye slippers… Goodbye, stockings."
The voice spoke from the other end of the line mixing her meekness with a note of crying.
"Next, take off your shaul, and throw it on the fire, dear one. You won't need it again."
"YOU are already pretty, you won't need it again."
"The shaul is burning now… the flames are growing hotter… Oh, darling, I'm sweating…"
"Are you still wearing your blouse?"
"Into the fire with it, too, my pet."
"Oh… is all for you, my love."
"Is burning … is burning…"
"Your skirt… it must be the next to burn."
"Can't I keep at least the skirt?"
"May I remind you of your promise, my pet?"
"Oh, you don't need to be so cruel…"
John could hear a sigh from his end of the line… his grimm grew with satisfaction.
"I burned my skirt. Now, you can see my undies… red and pink panties, and bra…"
"Into the fire with the bra, my precious, you won't need it again."
"The strap is slidding of my left shoulder… and my right shoulder…"
"Goodness… I love your shoulders…"
"Now… I'm opening my bra… you can see my breasts now…"
John could imagine this soft, plump woman, with a large belly and large, round breasts, shining under the light of the fire…
"You burned your bra as I commanded?"
"Only one piece remains that shall go to the fire now…"
"Oh no… I want you to remove it and throw it on the fire …"
John could hear another sigh…
"Now, you can see me… my naked flesh… I'm ready …"
"Come… to bed, now… lay with me under the sheets…"
"Oh, darling… What big arms you have."
John gave a malicious chuckle...
"All the better to hug you with, my dear."
"And what big legs you have!”
“All the better to run with, my dear."
"And what big nose you have…"
He rubbed the side of his long, curvy nose while speaking:
"All the better to smell you, my dear …"
"What … Big ears you have!”
The voice spoke like it was trembling, both scared, yet excited…John touched of his long ears...
“All the better to hear you with, my dear.”
"What big eyes you have!"
"All the better to see you with, my dear!”
"Darling… What big teeth you have!"
From his end of the line, John raised his voice in a way that played with predatory intimidation.
“All the better to eat you up, my dear!"
When he heard her voice screaming thinly, John passed his hand over his forehead and hair, as his climax was followed by laughter …
When Munch asks to touch the Girl's finger to check if she's gaining weight in the fantasy, this is a nod to the tale of Hansel and Gretel where the Witch, who has a short eyesight, orders the imprisoned Hansel to show her his finger so she can touch it to see if he is getting fat, perfect to be eaten.
And the dialogue where he orders the Girl to burn her clothes piece by piece, takes from variants (both from folcloric oral tradition and written literary fiction) of the tale of Little Red Riding Hood where the Wolf, disguised as the Grandmother, orders Little Red Riding Hood to burn her clothes before joining him in the bed ...
