Chapter 1

Mike and Nicole had been our downstairs neighbors for six years the summer we left Boston.

I first met Mike when he was my manager at the greasy spoon diner where I tried to work my way through college. My wife has been hearing me complain about Mike since we were 20. We’re almost 30 now and eager to get on with our lives after living in run-down affordable housing since leaving the dorms.

Mike now works as a streetcar operator for the MBTA, a member of the union Nicole has grown up in and has been a member in good standing since she was 18, almost 20 years ago.

During the three-month lead up to our move out of the building, I notice Mike and Nicole walking by our window and see that Nicole is even bigger than her very fat husband, if I had to guess they were both about 400 pounds at the time, but Nicole looked a lot bigger due to being barely over five feet tall whereas Mike was taller than me at 6'3 and more barrel-chested than his pear-shaped wife.

An inveterate chubby-chaser, I concoct a plan right there. As a final “fuck you” to the coked out weirdo that would harass my wife and I every time we crossed the stoop where he seemed to always be smoking a cigarette, I would seduce the obese and unappreciated wife of my worst enemy. This story is about the repercussions.

But first - it wasn't very hard seducing Nicole. I got the distinct sense that no one, including Mike, had shown any interest in her in some time. I made my move one afternoon as I returned from work. Having seen Mike driving an oncoming bus, I knew that Nicole would be home alone.

The excuse I used was flimsy and she knew it. I said that my wife needed to borrow some sugar for a recipe and I had promised I would pick some up on my way home an forgot. Like it's a porno set in the 1950s, but alas, it worked.

Before I knew it I was inside their first floor apartment, ripping a dab off a hot-knife while Nicole sat back in the stoned stupor she liked to keep herself at all times and especially at work.

Finally up close for the first time, I could really observe her in all her enormity. I realized that my 400-pound estimate might have been a tad conservative as I watched her body undulate with every heavy footfall.

Her back fat and her arm fat combined to form what the kids today call "big back," with jiggly slabs of flab emerging from every orifice of her clothing like an exploding can of biscuits. Despite it's bulkiness, her back did have a natural curve to it, but that was mostly because the fat from her massive ass had long since invaded the rest of her body.

I doubt she was ever all that beautiful, but nowadays she presented herself as a sloppy, slobby slut. Knowing her face wasn't much to look at, especially as it was supported by multiple chins and neck folds, Nicole was always sure to put her huge body on display. She was especially fond of crop tops as it allowed for her multi-folded apron belly to escape its usual confines within grease-stained sweatpants. She had always been admired for her ass, even now as it took up an entire loveseat, she still got catcalled about her lower half even as the impressive waist-to-hip ratio that she had been blessed with in high school and had initially attracted Mike to her gave way as her entire body swelled heavier and heavier with each passing year.

At 36 Nicole somehow looked both 50 and 15. Like some sort of mix between a frumpy housewife and the incel she still lets live in her basement. No makeup. Unkempt hair. Outgrown clothes. She was a mess, but there was something so intoxicating about how little she gave a shit, about anything.

She was the one that initiated sex, believe it or not. She placed my hand on one of her bulbous breasts and kissed me with the softest lips I had ever felt. I was surprised by the speed and strength of my erection and didn't want to risk losing it. I tried something that always worked with my wife, but was impossible due to Nicole's girth and mass. When we finally got her clothes off, I took in her naked form.

She looked even bigger out of her clothes. She looked like she would swallow me, envelop me in her fleshy folds if I dared to allow myself to fall into its pillowy abyss. She crawls onto the bed on all fours and presents her gigantic, jiggling buttocks like an animal in heat. With some difficulty, I find her sex and begin thrusting against her yielding corpulence. Every thrust sent a wave of motion rippling through her engorged body.

I came hard. Unexpectantly, embarrassingly hard. I stammered out some pleasantries through the fog of post-coital clarity and got out of there before my shame showed on my face. I had done it. I had successfully "cucked" my longtime nemesis.

But like I said, this is a story about what happens next.