Chapter 9 - vi

VI
I had had to divide my Legion and send about a third by way of Ephesus to buy ships from the Rhodians in order to transport the bulk of my Triumphal treasures and the edibles to Ostia. With the rest of my force, I crossed the Hellespont and marched toward Epirus, there to take ferry across Mare Hadriaticum (the Adriatic) to Brundisium. My force ran into foul weather, and rebellious tribes in Macedonia, who forced me into grudging action against them. I was hesitant to waste time on such a campaign and every fibre of my body yearned for Clodia and her massive charms. I could only imagine her girth after years of unrestrained gluttony.
After a short but very taxxing campaign, I quelled the hill tribes and descended on Epirus to take ship, feeling proud to have left the area amply pacified. Still, I had wasted months that I could never make up with Clodia, and I drove my men hard in our march across Campania. Now a Patrician of my sort has a strong sense of pride and after my disgrace by Clodia on my last day as Consul, I felt it was essential that I receive the honors due me and my family.The honors of a full Triumph.
I had conquered 23 tribes, and two empires concluding treaties that had extended the glory of Rome. I had brought back thousands of slaves and nearly as many talents to enrich the coffers of my city. How could I be denied? In anticipation for the event, I carefully marched my men down the Appenines and encamped outside the Pommeranium (a line across which a Roman Army under arms was forbidden to march) and sent messages to the Senate, asking for a firm date for my Triumph, at which points I would parade my men, loot, and slaves through the city to the steps of the Senate. The Senate, as usual, deliberated.
I had been in my camp near Antium for almost a month when I recevied a memorable visitor. A litter, the width of which I had never seen and carried by 6 very fat Numidians, arrived outside of my camp. As I was informed by my first Centurion of the situation, I donned my best regalia and hurried to meet what I assumed was my loving wife paying me a visit. As I approached the litter, which had been grounded by the puffing and portly slaves, I spread asside the curtains to feast my eyes on Clodia but to my surprise, the visage of Geruss and not Clodia greeted my eyes. Her form absolutely filled the litter, which as I have already noted, was wider than any I had ever seen. Her face, carefully made up, was still Gallicly attractive with it's turned up nose and calm blue eyes, but both features were now nearly buried under heaps of cheek, jowl, and chin fat. Her breasts were mounded up by the pressure of her billowing belly, all three magnificent rolls of it, and framed her chins with tit fat that somehow found itself further compressed by massive upper arms, veined and dimpled. I couldn't see much of her below her mounded belly as a large board, covered with the remains of recent meals obscured my view of what I felt had to be a truly marvellous sight. Her scent was of the east and filled the compartment, causing my heart to quicken within me.
"Geruss! What news from Clodia girl?" I was just able to say through the heaving passion in my own breast.
"She is well Master, and fatter than you can imagine. I have come to speak her desire that you hurry to her side at once, and do your husbandly duties. She is starving for you Master, and her appetites cannot be kept in check long!"
As the girl spoke, the fat of her chins, jowls, cheeks and even brow jiggled enticingly, a sharp, snappy jiggle that led me to stiffen beneath my cuirass. I was not so smitten though, as to know what it would mean should I leave my army and cross the Pommeranium into the territory of Rome without Senatorial permission. I would be in breach of one of the oldest and most sacred laws of the Republic, joining the company of Sulla and Marius which was company that I could not abide. I had to put her off, let her know what was at stake for my Gens (family) and at the same time, I felt that of course Clodia, of an old and distinguished Senatorial line must know, must have some sort of a scheme here! I needed time to think.
Ordering the camp guards to carefully carry the litter to my quarters, I paced behind, brow furrowed, sending the Numidians to the mess tent. Upon reaching my Proconsular Quarters, I found that the door would in now way allow the admitance of a cargo as large as Geruss, so I ordered that a wall be taken down, and the litter be walked in that way, after which the wall was reconstructed. Halfway through the process, the wailing of Geruss informed me what I knew from my short conversation with her earlier: she was out of food, and suffering the pangs of hunger, which for a nearly 800 libra girl is agonizing. I needed to calm Geruss so as the Legionaires wouldn't know that she wasn't my wife, and at the same time, keep her happy for what I had in store for her later, so I ordered that the nearest Cohort surrender their lunch, and though it not be fare near her standards, chickpea floured bread, olive oil, goat cheese, and honeyed wine did keep her quiet long enough.
Finally, the wall was reattached and I had Geruss in my company alone. This led to the engineering project of getting her up and out of the litter, which though I am in a fine shape as any Roman, nearly led me to call in some trusted troops to help. It seems that Geruss had not had to walk on her own for more than a year at this time, and her immensely fattend form flowed all around me as I tried to move her toward my couches. Tit flesh, and belly droop, thigh rolls and bicep bulges all conspired to have both of us so winded by the time we got there that all we could do was collapse on the cushions. Her prespiration, mixed with her perfume and the scents of recent meals on her breath quickly revived me however.
I spent the rest of that day and the following, feeding and ***ing my wife's fat slave Geruss in every way I could imagine. I found that her fat was more supple than I remembered Clodia's being, and it made a perfect place to rest upon completion of a round of copulation which was difficult to arrange at first. She had so much fat around her cunnus that entering her was a challenge and her belly, all three heaping rolls, often threw me off when I got any sort of rythme going. Finally I figured out an angle of attack that worked for both of us and with her on her side and raising her upper leg, I was able to work under the thigh and into her cunnus which satisfied both of us. Her ass was enourmous and dimpled as I like, and I was able to stroke her many stacked rolls from her billowing biceps down her immense side. It was magnificent.
It was also fruitful in another way beside, as in the throws of what felt like our hundredth orgasm, she begged me to beware of Clodia, who had lost her mind and was plotting to kill me with the help of her brother Publius. She, Geruss, had always loved me and begged that I would remember her faith when I took my vengence.SHe told me that though she was just a slave, she had already honored me with a son, from the last time we had lain together, on the unfortunate night of Clodias food rape. As punishment for this, Clodia had had the child fattened as well, with the rich milk of the Iberian goat, and she was terrified of the child's welfare. A fat Roman woman was one thing, but it was intolerable in the SPQR for a man to be what Clodia was making my son.
With my anger building within me, I considered, and after telling Geruss that she had nothing to fear from me and would always be treated with honor and affection, I began to hatch my own scheme.