"Hold onto these lardass," your wife says as she opens the car hood door, dropping a few bags of gas station snacks onto what's left of your lap, "if you've got room with that big gut on you. Why did I even marry a disgusting pig like you? Oh that's right, you've let yourself go...ugh."
Your dick already hardening at the derision, it gets harder as she slams the door and walks around the front of the car, your eyes glued to the taut denim of her cut off shorts.
Yeah, she's right you're fat. 290 on a 6' frame, your old high school and college track, cross country and swimming athletic bod has gone softer than butter since you got married right out of college, a good seventy pounds of blubber settling on you while parked behind a data analyst desk all day. You've got three chins, you've got tits bigger than any of the girls you'd dated bar one and a gross, hairless beer belly spilling all over your lap, fuck with all the estrogen your dough boy body generates, you've even lost a couple inches on You Jr. Your lucky your shoulders and arms are beefy from the weight set down stairs and your legs are strong from long walks, otherwise you'd be a complete blob. Already your doctors are saying shit about your blood pressure, you helped move a new couch up the stairs last week and felt like you'd have a heart attack and you're only 34.
But as your wife, turns profile, you think about the one girl who did have a rack that can rival yours now. Katie Hawkins. Blue eyed blonde, Katie Hawkins, 6 feet and 1 inches of the bests athlete the state ever produced Katie Hawkins. A+ grade point average and DD cup bra size, put herself through college stripping and modeling Katie Hawkins. Ambitious, smart as hell, could out drink, out fight and out think anyone in school, campus and the firm Katie Hawkins.
Your domineering, man eating, boss Katie Hawkins.
Your hot as fuck wife Katie Hawkins who's got the best ass you've ever seen still.
Katie Hawkins who is wearing the same daisy duke get up she wore in high school and is very much not the same size she was in high school.
Katie's ass is pretty much unchanged in perkiness, her yoga, jujitsu and squats have kept it perky but the weight she's put on lately has made that thing fucking grow. Half her tan cheeks are hanging out of it with a pretty soft bounce and the ultra high cut shorts, cut high enough the pockets hang out past the denim, is now showing off a pair of thick, soft legs that meet in the middle, her high heels not lending them any tone anymore. A six pack of soda a day and way too many sugary, creamy starbucks coffee breaks have turned her actual six pack into a squishy mom gut complete with thick muffin top, stretch marks and love handles all displayed by her crop top. Half of each one of her head sized tits are hanging out of that cut off white T, both from sheer size and because Katie's not so perky at 34 years old and 220 lbs.
"Looking at something fat boy?" Katie grunts as she pulled herself into the driver's seat, sucking in her gut to get the seat belt done.
'Just a sloppy fat chick who thinks she's got the same body she did in high school," you shrug, rolling your head with the slap.
"Never talk about my body again, man boobs," she hisses, then lunges forwards, kissing you hard, running a hand under your gut to get at the cock pressed tight against your shorts, "Keep going you fucking stud, fuck I'm going to come in five minutes you keep pointing that out!"
Both of you were high school rivals, who threw in plenty of hate fucks in between racing for records and medals. That kept up in college where a knee injury gave you the start of your gut and drew Katie's real attention. The domineering psycho bitch turned out to be a feeder galore, introducing you to the fetish and thus losing you your scholarship, replaced by a gift from the rich girl for being her fattened play thing.
You got married at her insistence right out of graduation, your ass still hurting at the tattoo saying you were her personal property. Your diet and exercise program were dictated by her. Your job was dictated by her. When you got to masturbate and when you got to fuck.
All told it was a pretty good deal.
Katie might be a domineering, sadistic bitch who made you do monthly weigh ins and pictures but she takes care of her property. Her rise through corporate has been pretty fast and pretty extreme, from intern to data analyst to department head to chief financial officer. She's richer than her already rich parents now, a millionaire thanks to good investments and stock options. Your house is great, you've got the free money and time to do whatever you want thanks to Katie hiring a maid and you fuck every single day. Its hot and its passionate and Katie is fucking nuts in the sack.
Yeah you're fat, yeah you pant going up the stairs and aren't allowed to run or do a sit up but hey, not a big problem. Katie's pretty good at the whole feeder thing and while you're an obese lardass who's just been put on a blood pressure med, you're pretty healthy for a fat boy and she's kept your gain long and slow over the past decade, only breaking you up to 400lbs a year ago.
The big change with her though is a lot faster and a lot more recent.
Katie's always been proud of her crazy hot body: long and lean, curvy and mean. Unlike you she's a health nut and an exercise junky: a life long vegetarian at every meal, she never touched soda or alcohol. In terms of exercise? Holy shit, girl ran a 10K every day, had a weight session, hot yoga classes three days a week and jujitsu on the weekends, she earned her black belt around the time you first got a beer gut. And she flaunted what she'd earned: short skirts and tight blouses at work, when off it she always dressed like a slutty college girl and most of those outfits were from her college days, to the point that she still goes and strips on some weekends despite making a 7 figure salary.
But a year ago Katie decided she wanted to get pregnant and after several months of nothing but orgasms to show for it it turned out she needed fertility meds and you needed to loose weight. And you did, Katie put you on a pretty hard workout regimen and you dropped a full hundred pounds. But all the weight you lost, those fertility meds helped Katie find.
Her metabolism is wrecked and she's got stretch marks and cellulite all over her perfect ass. The weird hormones have made her already big boobs fucking gigantic, she can't find bras for them and they've even started sagging. She's got two extra chins now and they never stop wiggling, she was a vegetarian until she started the meds but she got such cravings for fried meat and candy that diet got dumped. You don't think she's eaten anything green besides the St. Patricks shakes at McDonald last month. At her last doctor's appointment she got told she was 220lbs and now she was the one needed to loose weight. When she got home from that was the first time Katie had you feed her and she's put on twenty pounds since then.
"Tell me what a fat pig I'm turning into," she orders, tossing the bags of sugary, salty snacks into the back seat of her sports car and putting the convertible's top up, "tell me how I'm loosing my looks, tell me I can't pull off this outfit anymore, tell me I'm a fat ugly slut losing the looks I got by on!"
Katie clambers into what's left of your lap, giving more than a few fat girl grunts and causing the exposed threads of her distressed cut offs to pop and strain. She stopped working out a couple months ago and is rapidly losing her muscle tone, wind and flexibility. She plans on going back after she finally gets pregnant and has the baby, not to loose weight but just to humiliate herself further, she'd already been having you spank her for being the fattest one in her classes before she quit.
Your blonde wife gets her knees on the floor board, barely enough room for her corpulent body, and pulls your shorts down. You're ready for her lips, you might not have the biggest shaft on the block anymore but that just helps get more in her mouth. For the next five minutes she works the shaft and cradles the balls, sucking like a vaccuum, forehead on your still pretty hefty beer belly. You get a few glances from people walking by but your focus is on the massive tits in your lap and her big, jiggling ass pressed against the dashboard. Right when you think your heart is gonna give out, you fire a fucking magnum load. She keeps your dick in her mouth as it softens, pulling her head back and looking you in the eye as she swallows.
Katie didn't used to swallow. Hell she didn't use to ever suck you off. But ever since she started getting fatter, ever since she stopped being perfect, its like a switch flipped. Suddenly she's into segregation, suddenly she's into being spanked and punished, suddenly she's all about pleasing you. Part of the tight outfits now is to see the reactions people have at a genuine fat girl wearing such skimpy clothes. If she didn't like being rich so much she'd let her work slip, she's mentioned weird humiliation fantasies about winding up homeless and sucking cock for a dollar on the street, but thankfully doubling in size is good enough now.
Especially with the doctor confirming she's at last knocked up, all that fucking finally paying off with twins under her beer gut. The only downside is she wants you to get in shape and step up as the bread winner so she can laze around as a stay at home mom.
"Oh fuck, you fat pig it took you long enough," she grunts as she crawls back into the drive seat, "grab me a soda and a bag of chips from the bags, we need to get going to..."
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