Today is the day" Patricia thought as her eyes opened, light from the sun streaming in between a gap in the curtains, distant sounds of lawnmower through the glass. The sound grated. It has been two years, since her husband Jeff had died, her knight in shining armour, well not really, but the love her life. Jeff had been a brilliant, what he saw in her she never could really put her finger on.
Sure, she had tits but when she asked about his day, most of what he said would sound like jibberish. Yes, there were names and places - that dick Mike at work - why didn't he fire him? His receptionist Molly who brought lovely flowers to the funeral and made sure his day ran smoothly. She was one of the few people to still check on Patricia after Jeff was gone. Talking chemical compounds and protein strings as he worked on who knows what. Why did he fall for a dummy like me?
She wasn’t a trophy wife, Jeff didn’t try and show her off, he had worshipped her and she him. He was a brilliant scientist, he earned enough that she didn’t have to work so she while he was alive kept herself busy, she had been fit but not overly so and involved in the community. They would go out for dinner, and she would be able to share with him the comings and goings of the local fundraiser circuit or how Mary down the street was getting a divorce after her husband had cheated. The laughed, lived and loved and boy did she love Jeff.
That all ended suddenly when a lab accident killed Jeff. One day a knock at the door, a police officer, and her world had shattered. Jeff had been under a lot of stress at work and hadn’t been like himself, he had moved some things home and put them in the basement but no hint that anything dangerous was happening. Then he was gone, and Patricia was alone.
Insurance and a corporate payout meant she was financially secure and it allowed Patricia to close herself off from the world. Her anger at the world for the loss of Jeff becoming consuming. After a while almost everyone: neighbours, community members etc. stopped checking in on her. She went down various rabbit holes of watching binging TV and eating snacks attempting to find an escape.
She didn’t know if Jeff would recognize her anymore. Sure her ample breasts were still as present as before – oh did he love to suck on her tits – but now there was a soft paunch underneath them as they sagged a little lower, her face and neck has softened and from her arms hung small curtains of fat and skin. Her thighs and ass were thick but not defined.
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