chapter 13 - like glue

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A woman round and plump laid in her bed, swollen sausage fingers pressing into rubber buttons on plastic. The blue sky and its sun were banished from this place, obscured with dusty blinds that only filtered in yellow, reflecting off glazed hazel eyes.They set snuggly amongst puffy cheeks, valances of chins splashing into her chest, The flow spread wide, her breasts forking off her, her belly following their lead. It towered above the rest of her features, yet it spread to occupy a majority of the bed, beaching to rest on her calves.

Time was only measured in game shows and soaps, seconds ticking away as bodily functions and sips from an oversized straw.

The front deadbolt clicked, and another belch erupted.

The woman's odor lingered, clinging to its sow like a foggy aura. The air stunk of digested grease, meals, all oozing out the lipid blob in sweat and a quasar of gases. Her partner entered, removing a hair tie and throwing it to the floor.

"Oh piggy, how I've missed you today." Ash crawled onto the edge of the bed, crawling under fat and blanketing herself to allow room. "Only two days until my home office is approved." Ash exhaled into a wistful sigh, and then pet her pig's head.

"Thank you for giving me your writing desk, Daisy." Her piglet drifted in and out of sleep as Ash rubbed and kneaded into her flesh, unlodging a half-melted jelly donut.

"Oh my sweet little sow." Ash giggled before pushing it into her piggy's mouth, "Why do I and everything else stick to you like glue?"

"Ash?" The woman's husky voice was amplified by her fatty tomb, "How long —huff—long have I—huff—been out?" The mere switch seemed to be draining both her mind and body of energy.

"Dais'! Welcome back!" Their lips met, Ash's tongue squeezing through pudge to meet Daisy's. "Mmm. It's been two-and-a-half days. How much do you remember?"

"It's odd," she rolled her head over to the nightstand, looking upon her septum-ring sized wedding band, then lovingly back at her spouse, "I remember more and more each time, but mostly as a feeling of bliss or lust." She let out a small moan of pleasure, "and others come in flashes of taste of what you've fed me. There are no thoughts, I almost feel like—" another deep breath, "—like I really *am* a mindless pig."

"Do you still want this?" Ash brushed her lips across an ear. "To be fed and f*cked as my own personal sow?" She squeezed her right hand with both palms, Daisy clammy hand warm to the touch. She changed her tone before continuing, "You've been off those shakes for a year, and the doctors are happy you've stabilized at 719 pounds. But I can stop with the domineering, just say the word."

Daisy gathered her thoughts before speaking, "Ash, I love you. I've never been happier than I am with you," she took the back of Ash's hand to her cheek. "Whether I'm sow or woman, I couldn't ask for a better wife.

"Would you lay here with me?"

"There's nothing I'd rather do."