Chapter 3 - the morning after

The rays of sunlight touched down through the glass of the bedroom window and on to Clint’s face. He stretched his arms over his head and let out a light yawn. He turned to his new wife, hoping to continue some of the fun from last night, pulling the covers from her. Clint was stopped cold, unable to move or speak from what he saw in front of him. There is no way the woman in front of him was his wife. For the past five years as he had taken her from behind, he had enjoyed the tight firm ass of a runner, smacking it yielded no jiggle or wobble. This woman’s ass was packed with fat and caked in a layer of cellulite giving it a slight dimpled appearance. The pussy that should have been easily visible was buried under overstuffed thighs that were bookended by a pair of fleshy hips. The woman’s back sat below the puffed-out butt and sported two rolls under her sloppy plump arms. That wasn’t even the worst part. The Woman’s entire body was covered in stretch marks, showing how much of a pig this girl had been.


Just then a rumbling came from the woman’s stomach and she emitted a long stifled belch. breaking Clint from his suspended state. He was absolutely disgusted; how could anyone allow their body to come to such a state he asked. He got up from the bed and began to don a robe he had hanging.


Eva’s voice grumbled from the body of the obese fatty “Clint sweetie, get back in bed.” With that said the figure in the bed rolled over revealing a massive belly divide into two halves covering up her entire pubic region with stretch marks emanating from what Clint assumed was her belly button, although he couldn’t see it between the rolls. But as she rolled Clint saw the face of the woman, wreathed in golden blonde hair. The dainty nose, pouty lips, and ocean blue eyes were that of Eva. However now instead of defined cheeks, and heart shaped chin, her face was chubby, with a slight second chin burying the model like features. As Eva looked up at Clint, she saw the distress in his eyes.


“What’s wrong Clint?” She asked.


“You’re…. You’re huge….” He could only stammer.


Eva looked down at her now corpulent form, hesitated, and grabbed the double D cup breasts sagging atop her gut. Her once tiny flat nipples were more than double in size and puffy. She dropped them as they then smacked against her paunch sending a wave through her adipose rippling across her body as tears began to stream down her face. Her once tan glowing skin was now pale as she began to cry.


“What’s happened to me Clint?” She sobbed, sending more of her body into a jiggle.


Clint sat back down on the bed and placed his arm around her, finding it now was unable to completely surround her.


“My god, she has to be at least three hundred pounds now.” Clint thought to himself.


“Don’t worry babe, we will go to the doc and get this all sorted, worst case scenario I can be your personal trainer and you’ll be back to your old self in no time.”


As he spoke, Clint could feel the warmth emitting from the soft flesh his arm and hand sank into. While the sensation was pleasant, he was left confused and withdrew his arm and got up. “I’ll get the doctor on the phone and get an appointment right away.”