chapter 4 - 48 hours

“Oh, fuck yes! Yes… yes… YES!”

Naomi’s lower half slammed into her husbands pelvis with a loud smack, her arms pushing him further into the plush king-sized mattress with each bounce of her body. Having married a natural athlete, Josh had always enjoyed it when his wife would take charge during sex, especially when that meant allowing her to do all the work while he laid on his back and watched. She was always so light and agile that he would barely register the impact from her body as she slid down his shaft, but only a minute into their morning love-making session he could tell something was different. Naomi’s strokes were forceful, producing loud smacking sounds with each drop as his skin began to sting from the abuse.

“What on earth is happening?” He sleepily thought to himself.

But the forceful pounding continued, pushing Josh further into the soft mattress as his wife wailed for all the neighbors to hear.

“Who’s your fucking smoking hot wife baby? Do you like it when my pussy glides up and down your big hard cock?”

“Y- you are! I lo-oof, love when you ri-uhh, ride me!”

Josh could feel the wind getting forced from his lungs with each bounce, his mind scrambling to figure out what was happening. In the darkness of the room he could hardly make out the outline of his wife’s tanned body; he needed some light to figure out what was happening. Desperately searching his surroundings, he found the remote to the TV and smacked the power button, the widescreen display beaming a bright light across the room. Turning his eyes back towards his wife, a feeling of despair overwhelmed him as he took in the sight of his bouncing lover.

It had been less than 48 hours since their trip to the ruins and Josh had watched his wife’s uncharacteristically gluttonous behavior continue to devolve despite his numerous comments about her new eating habits. Naomi had always been a tiny little thing, ready to be swept away by a strong breeze ever since the day they first met, never letting herself go despite working in an office and getting married. The version of his wife that came to the island three days ago was thin and athletic, yet the image of the woman on top of him was but a fiendish caricature of the person he loved.

As Naomi’s body slammed into his crotch once again, Josh’s eyes were drawn to the source of his pain. His wife’s delicate pancake butt, the petite cushion he had teased her over so many times, was completely gone, replaced with a juicy bubble butt that rippled with each motion. His eyes darted across Naomi’s altered form, his mind falling deeper into despair as his eyes scanned the various regions of her body. Every single part was unrecognizable. Her thin arms and legs had become tone-less and fleshy. Her six-pack abs had been washed away and drowned by a small, doughy belly. Her perky C-cup breasts had grown a size, losing some of their youthful shape as they modestly sagged towards the earth. Her shoulders had broadened slightly while her waist had begun to grow a thick set of love handles. Looking towards his wife’s face, Josh’s own jaw hung open at the sight of Naomi’s once rigid jawline and thin cheeks, both now softened and slightly rounded by a layer of chub that wobbled along with the rest of her body.

“Oh my god, she looks like she put on 40 pounds in less than 48 hours,” he thought to himself as the pace of his wife’s bouncing intensified.

“Oh god… oh yes… yes… right there! Come with me babe! Come deep in my pussy!”

Gripping his wife’s new love handles, Josh aided his wife in her bombardment of his body, and to his surprise, he shot a rocket deep inside the chubby woman just as Naomi reached her own peak.

“Yes, YES, YESSSSSSSSS!”

Lost in a fit of body-seizing spasms, Naomi collapsed down upon Josh’s chest, knocking the wind out of her confused husband as he wrapped his arms around his growing wife.

Laying in their dark hotel room in near silence, Josh’s mind scrambled to think of explanations for what was happening to Naomi, but the sound and feeling of a deep rumble from his wife’s stomach soon distracted him.

“God I’m so fucking hungry!” Naomi exclaimed while lifting her chubby form from Josh’s chest. “Guess it’s time for breakfast! I’m thinking… ice cream!”

Giggling as she headed towards the shower, Josh stared at the ceiling in disbelief. Thinking to himself, he found his mind only moving further into despair.

“What if this is only the beginning?”