Chapter 4 - iii

III
By the halfway point of my Consulship she was having a hard time getting out of bed by herself and I had assigned slaves to attend her every wish. Her eating had become nearly non-stop as had her desire for sex, which I found wonderful as Paterfamila but disconcerting when it came to governing the city. Several times I had been forced by events into avoiding her embraces all together both at noon and in the evening as State business had kept me out and away long after the oil lamps had been put out. After a few of these late nights I returned one evening and in my haste to get into bed with my burgeoning bride, I found myself sitting-really diving into several plates of exotic food stuffs, including a freshly done-up Tiber Lickerfish, which was the current epicurean rage of Rome, and fabulously expensive. Clodia had awakened with a start and begun a tirade about my unseemly hours when the combination of the fish juices running down my thigh and the jellies on my chest led me to perform unkindly toward Clodia. I silenced her with a roar about wasted food and then proceeded to hold her now 550+ libra form in the bed whilest I shovelled plate after plate of food, including the Lickerfish down her throat. She screamed that she was already so full she feared she would explode, but my ears, trained to the sound of battle heard nothing as I held open her lips and plunged another tart, cake, of candied fruit into her mouth and demanded that she chew and swallow.
I must have made a fearsome racket for soon the household slaves were huddled outside our bedroom door and the Gallic beauty, now over 250 libra herself, asked if she could help.
"Wake up the kitchen slaves and tell them to prepare a feast. Your mistress will be eating late tonight!" I roared.
While several of the house slaves scampered toward the kitchen, and I continued with my stuffing of Clodia, the Gall, named Geruss, came forward and took my arm.
"You will hurt her master. She has already filled her belly and can take not much more. I will take her place if it pleases you..."
I don't know what got into me that night, and the will of the Gods is strong and works through our pride. In my hubris, I let my status in Rome dominate my Roman Virtue and soon I had both Clodia and Geruss trussed to the bed and steadily fed by my Teutonic bodyguard. These slaves did as they were told, and none too gently and soon the two women were engorged, tears streaming down their eyes. At this point, still in the trows of unexplained passion, I ordered them out, and mounted first Geruss and then my Clodia, bathing myself in their fattened forms. Turning Clodia over after untrussing her, I ordered Geruss to attend to her nipples while I mounted her from behind and attacked her mamoth ass, jiggling and engorged, criss-crossed by myriad stretchmarks from bright red to white. Geruss slid her head beneath Clodia's breasts and while I rode above, she licked her until Clodia could take no more. Already stuffed into near stupor, she was now being aroused as she had never been before, by food, by man and by a womans tongue.
With a shrill scream she exploded into orgasm, the first I had been part of in our marriage, while Geruss continued to lick but also to finger herself to high form. Clodia's orgasm was not a singular thing that night, but a series of many as I continued to thrust my pilum and cum, thrust more moments later and cum again. After what seemed like hours of hightened intense Bachanalian bliss, Clodia collapsed with exhaustion, heaving for air, with Geruss buried beneath her bloated form. I was able to roll my massive matron off her slave in time, but Geruss was shaken, and probably winded from the weight of Clodia as well. As I comforted her near the jiggling, heaving form of my lawful Roman wife, I felt myself aroused again by the softened form of the Gallic warmaiden we had taken slave. She had developed wide and soft hips, and though smaller chested than Clodia had been at her weight, her thighs and ass were larger. As I kissed her tears away her hand, which had been draped on my thigh found my mentulla, and I was lost. We thought Clodia slept.