chapter 2

“You wish he’d fuck you like he fucks me, cow.” Tara said to your wife as she poured another gainer shake down the funnel.
“He grabs my rolls so hard when he cums, he leaves marks on them. I’ve seen pictures of your when you were my size. You weren’t half as fine as me, and that’s why he’s going to be mine. Unlike you, I don’t need to be a 1000 pound blob to make him cum. He can fuck my rolls just fine, empty his balls into my belly button, and my tits cover his cock completely. I can do all that and still ride him until he’s cross eyed. You? You’re boring. You can’t even open your legs for him, you sure as hell can’t get on top of him, all you do is lay there.”
Tara was visiting your wife far more often now that she revealed herself to her, especially when you weren’t home now, determined to force feed her until she expired, her lust to have you to herself too great. At 1130 pounds, the end for your wife was surely close. She spent the majority of her days doped out on drugs and in a near food coma, unable to tell you anything about Tara’s visits.
“It’s a shame you’re so fat now, you have a pretty face.” Suddenly, Tara leaned in closer to your wife, a devilish look on her face. “I bet I can get rid of you faster than he can.” At this, she began passionately kissing your wife, the sweet taste of the gain shake still fresh in her mouth. The heart rate monitor attached to your wife started picking up its pace.
Tara knee you had a silver bullet buried deep underneath your wife’s rolls, with a remote somewhere for it. She eventually found it.
“Alright pig, lets see you blow.” She turned the remote on, and your wife responded by slowly moaning. At the same time, Tara reached under her belly apron and began touching herself at the sight of an immobile blob being pleasured. “Mmm that’s right, you fucking cow. Cum your way to a heart attack.” The heart monitor was beeping erratically now, with your wife moaning in pleasure and Tara following close along. She began sucking on the nipple of one of your wife’s massive breasts.
“I want you to cum for me, pig. Cum for me hard.” This kept on for a few minutes, with your wife growing ever closer to a massive, and potentially life ending, orgasm.
“Cmon, you obese fucking pig. Hurry up and cum.” Tara was fast approaching an orgasm. “I wanna see your whole body shake in pleasure and pain from this. Let me see those eyes of yours roll into your head. FUCKING CUM YOU FAT PIG!” At this shout, your wife lurched with a massive orgasm, the heart rate monitor going haywire. She was suffering a heart attack. “Oh god yes, you deserve that you fat pig, oh oh mmmmmm” Tara nearly collapsed from the earth shattering orgasm she’d bought herself to.

You walk in on this scene, unsure of what’s going on. Your wife’s eyes are bulging, clearly she’s in some sort of distress. Tara is full on naked playing with your wife’s fat, until she turns around to face you.

“Get the fuck over here, baby. I want this fat cow gone today.”