"Bukkake," said a voice in my ear. "Multiple ejaculations onto the face. It's the new thing." It was the tattooed girl, crouched behind my chair. "This is the only genuine and authentic Godzilla Bukkake night in America."
I twisted around to look at her, as the rest of the audience squeezed out their last drops into green foam paws. Her eyes were green, too. "You're not a dinosaur fetishist," she said, studying my face. "Why are you here?"
"I'll tell you if you tell me more about this place."
Macroherpetophiles are people who have a fetish for big lizards. Macro as in Godzilla big. This particular group of MHPs has a thing for Bukkake to top it off.
They're not even close to being the filthiest characters Michael McGill, shit magnet private detective, encounters as he journeys through America in his search for the Secret Constitution of the United States.
British author Warren Ellis's 1st novel delivers Godzilla Bukkake less than 40 pages into the book. From then on, things only get worse.
Despite the fact that your gag reflex may trigger a few times, by the end of Crooked Little Vein the smile on your face evens out the sour taste in your mouth.
It's a love story, after all.
Most acts of depravity featured in Crooked Little Vein are based on true perverted behavior—macroherpetophiles included.
The MHP mass ejaculation scene, therefore, involves men in rubber lizard suits instead of giant mutant dinosaurs. Which got me thinking about how real (as in atomic breath real) Godzilla Bukkake would look like.
Mr. Ellis, in an act of guilt, reverse psychology, none or both, pleaded for this not to become a meme. To which the Internet promptly responded:
This is the caption in transparent gif form. Don't use it. Don't spread it. Don't send any Godzilla Bukkake image macros you happen to come across to godzillabukkake at gmail dot com.