chapter 2

I’d should send a complaint to the boss man, but technically I’m not supposed to shit talk people below me. I’m supposed to be a “leader”. So I end my day and drive home. That bitch though, I had to clean off my picture, it had all her fucking goop on it.
I’m glad to be at home. Olivia and Audrey are home. I bet Livy’s getting an awesome dinner ready. I love how she dotes on me.
I walk in the door just to hear little footsteps coming quick.
“Daddy! Mommy’s puppy story is on soon!” Audrey says as I pick her up.
“Well then, we’ll just have to go see it.” I say as I carry her to the kitchen.
“Hey babe, hope you’re ready for spaghetti” Olivia shouts. I really am, it smells so good. I put Audrey down by the chair. The TV is already on the news station. I turn around to give my gorgeous wife a kiss and...


My blood runs cold. She has her long brown hair that curls at the end. She’s wearing the same skirt and jacket combo I saw Olivia in this morning, well except the size. I even see she’s wearing Olivia’s wedding ring. But frankly the person stirring spaghetti could have easily eaten my wife.
She looks over at me and gives a large bright smile. Still so beautiful, even if a pair of chunky cheeks are trying to hide it. The same piercing blue eyes and button nose. It’s her, there’s no doubt. Except she’s fatter than fucking Claudia if that’s possible. 400 pounds, or damn close to it.
She takes the pot off the stove and strains it. Then she waddles over to me, thick thighs mashing together. She wraps her doughy arms around me and gives me a kiss. I’m too stunted to speak. I don’t even think I hit her lips, I think I might have missed and went straight for her giant second chin I’m my daze.
“Ready for a great weekend.” She tells me in her smooth voice while stroking her fingers across my shoulder.
“Uh, um uhh.” I can barely talk, hell I can barely breath. This is a nightmare. The stove buzzes.
“Bread’s ready” she says bending over to get it. I get a pull view of her new wobbling lumpy ass.
“I’ll um be back” I stammer as I run to the bathroom. I splash my face with water, even smack myself a little. I’m not waking up. This is real. I get my phone out, go to Facebook.
My cover picture should be a shot of me behind my girls as they face away from me heading to the water. From the beach a few months ago. It’s the same picture. But instead of Olivia with a string bikini perfectly toned, it’s her as this flabby beast in a one piece.
My other pictures have changed too. One year, two, three, seven, all the way back to the beginning of our relationship she’s this ridiculously fat woman. Back rolls, stomach rolls, cellulite.
I wander out back to the table and slump on my chair. My foods already waiting. But I’ve lost my appetite. Seeing how large Olivia’s plate doesn’t help. She has a huge mountain of pasta, double what I have and is just gulping it down at a speed I’ve never seen a lady eat.
She stops, sauce staining her face. “Here it is my story.”
A woman I’ve never seen is presenting the piece at the animal shelter. Advertising the puppy’s or whatever. I’m not really watching. I’m busy panicking.
“Mommy you pouruced that?” Audrey asked.
“Produced” Olivia corrected sweetly. “That’s right, I went on site and helped set up the shots and then decided what footage to use and a bunch of other boring things.”
I can’t take it anymore, very flatly I blurt out “you should to be presenting the stories.”
She giggles. “Well yeah, but not everyone is ready for someone with such a big... personality. I think it’s better this way, I have full control over my stories.”
After dinner I take my leave to the bedroom and hideaway. Maybe if I get some sleep, I’ll finally wake up and everything will be back to normal.
I loose track of time when Olivia comes in. “I hope you don’t mind, but I put Audrey to bed early.”
I am a bit disappointed, I love tucking Audrey in to bed.
She heads to the walk in closet. “I thought we could have some special alone time” she says in a sultry way.
I couldn’t force a smile on my mouth if I tried, I’m more scared than anything.
She walks out wearing nothing but a bra and probably a matching tho g. Her stomach completely covers her pussy in the front and her ass eats the whole thing from the back. The only evidence something’s there is the fabric going along her love handles.
God my poor wife has thick love handles. And her soft womanly hips, gone. Replaced with giant cellulite covered saddlebags. Her stomach moves with every step, so does her ass. She’s trying to alluring, but watching her massive ass shake makes me throw up a bit in my mouth. So lumpy and dimply. She’s still my wife though so if I close my eyes it might not be so bad.
She climbs on top of me. It’s a miracle I haven’t suffocated. I close my eyes and grope her boobs. They’re exactly the same as I remember, perfect round C cups. I try not to think about small they look sagging down and sitting on her massive pot belly.
I try to stuff my dick in her large fupa, but no matter what I do I can’t. She jiggles with every slightest touch. Her stomach’s so big I’m pretty sure it’s smacking against her humongous hips as she thrusts. I can’t imagine she’s my sexy beautiful wife.
“I can’t do this.” I say escaping from her girth.
“What’s wrong?” She says looking concerned.
“I can’t get hard” I say angrily. I’m going to kill Claudia.
She gently rubs shoulder, the way she always does when I’m upset.
“Hey it’s okay, these things happen sometimes. Don’t be too hard on yourself.”
I breath in and out as hard as I can to calm down. How does she not remember? She wasn’t like this earlier today. She was the news reporter. So slender but just curvy the right way, not a blob.
I don’t want to take it out on her, it’s not Olivia’s fault. “I’m okay, let’s just watch TV tonight. Still need to finish Stranger Things” I say quickly turning the TV to Netflix.
She puts on a giant robe and perks up. “Okay! I heard it’s really sad though.” She pouts a bit at that though. Curling her bottom lip up, in that cute way she does.
“I heard that too” I say. It’s hard to talk to someone who almost looks like your wife, sounds like your wife, and is basically your wife. An uncanny valley thing, where I just can’t connect that it’s really her under all that blubber.
“Will you cuddle me if I get sad?” She asks with that cute pout.
Gah it’s the lip, it’s still the perfect pair of lips. I manage to force out a smile and I hold her hand. “Of course” I say trying to sound as reassuring as possible. Even her fingers feel like chubby sausages. I’m doing whatever I can to keep us having a nice night