Till Death

Chapter 1 - He's Not The First

The theme song begins to fade out as the credits come to an end. The auto-play shows the next movie to be a rom-com. Cole grunted and set down his fork. Probably something his wife put in the queue. He reached over for the remote, but to no success as it was just out of reach. Curious though, he reached again, trying a little further. He’d always set the remote down there. He’d always been able to reach it. He reached again, now even harder. This time, he could feel what was probably the culprit. A fat roll at his side, or probably many, had gotten big enough to limit his flexibility. The harder he tried, the harder the fat pushed together, tightening against his skin and creating a hard obstacle he couldn’t get past.

“I’ll get that for you, baby.” A gentle, manicured hand reached for the remote on the table. The woman it belonged to brought the remote up to her chest between her ample breasts. “Best not to hurt yourself,” she said. A smile fixed on her face as she looked down at him in his recliner. Her face was well prepared with makeup, and her blonde hair cut short in curls, making her look like a 1950s housewife.

Cole smiled at his wife, “Oh, thank you, honey. I couldn’t reach it.” Cole said as he picked his fork up again to keep eating out of the bowl that was resting on his chest. His wife climbed up his body until she was lying right over his fat mound, “No problem, Baby.” She took the fork from his hand and stuck a meatball from the bowl so she could place it in his mouth. His mouth opened involuntarily. She smiled again. Likely due to the fact that she didn’t have to tell him to open anymore. His mouth just did it automatically when food got close enough. “Dinner will be ready soon. I made you a roast.”

“I thought I had dinner an hour ago?” he asked before opening his mouth again to let another meatball in.

His wife pulled the fork away and her head tilted, “Did you now? I can’t remember,” she said as she ran her hands along the side of the great mound she was on top of. “Well, I’m sure you’ll love it anyway. You’ll eat it still, won’t you, baby?”

She began to bring the fork up to his mouth again. Distracting him from thinking about his answer, “Of course, honey. You know I love your cooking.”

That last part made her grin even more, “Yes, I know you do.” Her hands ran even farther down his mound, and she moaned, “Mmm, I’ll bring it to you when it’s ready, okay, baby?”

“Hey, I was thinking… maybe after we could head to bed and… you know.” Cole grinned ear to ear at the thought of taking his ten of a wife to bed again.

She, on the other hand, found it to be a different type of amusing. She laughed and bounced on his mound, “Oh, sweetie, you haven’t been to bed in weeks. Are you sure about that?”

Cole thought for a moment. Had it really been weeks since he’d gotten up from his chair? Surely not. He knew he’d been here awhile. Spent a few days sleeping in it, he knew. But weeks? Surely she was mistaken. Cole’s mouth opened to accept another meatball. Surely he hadn’t. Then again, he couldn’t really remember what time it was. Or the day for that matter.

“Honey, what’s today?” he asked as she fed him another meatball. She kept her sweet baby talk with him as she answered, “Oh, why do you need to know that, baby?” Another meatball was put into his mouth.

Cole took time to chew before replying, “I’d just like to know.”

“Oh, I don’t know, baby. I’d have to go look.” She said. She started rubbing her thighs along his mound as well.

Cole thought it was suspicious that his wife wasn’t telling him what day it was. His mouth opened to accept another meatball. “Can you go check, please?”

A ding came from the kitchen behind them. She shot up with a smile, “That’s your dinner. I’ll go get it for you, baby.” She climbed off of him and strutted off to the kitchen. Cole watched her from a mirror hung on the wall that faced the kitchen. He liked to watch her round butt bounce it’s way back to the kitchen every time. He always wondered if she knew it was positioned so perfectly for him to peek back at her.

For a moment, though, he looked away and off to the shelf next to the TV. He saw pictures of them from their wedding just a few years ago. He was big. But he’d always been big. Still, he didn’t remember moving to be such a problem before. He’d even remembered dancing at that wedding. He was sure he couldn’t do that now.

He saw others in the photos, too. Friends of his and hers. Family he hadn’t seen in a while. He hadn’t seen any of those people in a while. Curiously, though the farther left he looked, the less recognizable the pictures got. The man she was standing next to looked kind of like him. But he didn’t remember having that haircut. He didn’t recognize the people in the background either. He didn’t remember there being so many photos of their wedding on that shelf before. There were so many.

“Here it is.” His wife reentered and got back on top of him with a plate piled high with her pot roast. She loaded a fork full and put it in his automatic feeding hole. Of course, he opened. He tasted the tender meat. It fell right apart in his mouth. He almost didn’t have to chew. No one cooked like his wife. He felt his eyes almost roll back in his head from the sensation. Once it was over, his eyes looked right back at the fork. Just waiting for it to be loaded up again and ready to give him the sweet relief again.

As she fed him another forkload, she rubbed the sides of his belly again and cooed, “That’s good. Right, baby?”

“Oh, course it is, honey,” Cole said with fading breath. Partly from the almost orgasmic taste of her cooking, but also, he hadn’t been breathing so well lately.

“Good.” She let that word drag out as she loaded him up with another. Cole was in heaven. He never understood how he pulled such an amazing woman. She took time getting the next mouthful ready on her fork. Too much time for his greedy mind. He glanced back over at the photos on the shelf for a moment, his head cleared again from his withdrawal from her cooking, and he remembered to ask, “Honey, who are the guys in those photos?”

“What, baby?” She replied, still trying to work on getting enough food on her fork to please her very morbidly obese husband.

“Those photos.” Cole tried to raise his arm to point, but he felt it was far too difficult and gave up before it even made it halfway. His wife got the point and looked. “Those aren’t our wedding photos.”

His wife glanced over but then looked right back down at the plate to get the next fork ready for him. “Oh, those are probably of my ex-husband.”

“Ex-husband?” Cole asked.

“Yeah… come on, baby, you knew I was married before you.” She said calmly before leaning in again to bring the fork back up to his mouth.

“Oh, yeah,” Cole remembered. She’d told him that when they’d first met. She had been married twice before. She didn’t talk about them much, though.

That thought faded quickly as the food hit his tongue. Once again, sending a shock wave of flavor and feelings through his body. It was incredible the way this woman could work her way around a kitchen. Even more impressive was her ability to make you eat whatever she cooked. Anyone would gain ten pounds just upon meeting her.

Cole brought his head back, waiting for his next hit. Again, she took her time making sure she got enough for him. And again, this left time for his head to clear and remember what he’s asked before. “Oh, did you-” before he could finish, his mouth was being filled again, and he pushed away the question.

“What, dear?” She said as she cocked her head to the side innocently.

He came back and barely remembered what he’d asked, “Did you check what day it is?”

“Oh,” she loaded him up again, “No, baby. I must have forgotten.” She danced the fork around the empty plate and swirled the food around. “What does it matter anyway?”

Cole didn’t answer. He was still trying to savor the flavor of the last load of her delicious roast in his mouth. His wife set the plate down for a moment and slowly pulled her shirt off, the last of her clothing besides her bright red bra and panties. “Why don’t we have some fun, hmm? If you can finish this roast without passing out, I’ll give you a special treat.”

Cole only barely heard her words. He couldn’t really tell if the treat was food or her irresistible body, but it was all the same to him. “I don’t know, sweetheart. The whole thing?” he said before she shoved another fork full into him again.

“What’s the matter? You’ve done it before,” she said. Sitting on top of her prized hog with nothing but a bra and panties, holding in her soft, bulbous assets. “You made a promise to me. Did you not intend on keeping it?”

Cole could only muster up enough self-control to question her, “What promise, honey?”

His wife leaned in right up next to his ear. Her breasts pushing up against his mound of fat and her ass pushed up in the air. If only he could still see it. Her soft, plump lips whispered so sweetly into his ear he almost missed the words, “Till death do us part, baby.”