(Months Later...)
Sissy was waddling around her kitchen, her new baby held in one arm as he suckled her huge bosom. Sissy had gotten fatter as the months passed, and even without the extra weight from the baby she tipped the scales at 280.
The child in her arms burped and drooled. Sissy (who had been working on dinner) wiped his mouth and set him back in his crib. She patted her belly as she did so.
Her sister had been right. Bubba Ray Blunt was a "big hog of a man!" and he'd plowed his new wife every night to keep her pregnant. Sissy had gotten the good news just yesterday. Yet another baby was growing inside her.
She trembled as she remembered her huge, fat husband wobbling and bouncing atop her. He was an enormous man with a massive gut and a seemingly endless appetite. As his wife she'd slowly lost any interest in anything other than sitting in front of the television and eating. In other words...she'd become just like him.
She waddled past the mirror and glanced at herself. Bubba liked it when she looked like she was falling out of her clothes, so she was squeezed into a tight tube top that only barely kept her breasts in check, and ragged cutoffs that she couldn't zip up anymore. Her belly and butt hung out both front and back. She owned a pair of cheap flip-flops but no regular shoes as she rarely left the home anymore.
She wore to much make-up and her hair was now dyed blond and spun into a sloppy beehive. Even without those changes though, even her mother wouldn't be able to recognize her easily. With her wide, jowly face and double chin she looked like a very different girl.
She went back to dinner, making a huge pot of Macaroni & Cheese to go along with the Pot Roast, Mashed Potatoes and Gravy, Chicken Fried Steak and two Chocolate Cream Pies she'd made. During the last few months she'd become an expert cook...if only of unhealthy, fattening foods. If it was fried or covered in cheese...she could cook it.
Sometimes she thought it was strange that she'd become such a fat, lazy dullard. She could remember back when she'd been smart and thin, but it nolonger seemed like the life she wanted to live. What if she did go back to that old life? She'd be expected to make decisions for herself and finish her schooling, not to mention lose atleast 160 lbs. And what would her mother say about her 17 year old "Princess" smoking and drinking?
She lit a cigarette and took a couple of beers from the fridge. Nope. She'd never go back to that life. It was too alien to her now.
She heard her husband pulling into the drive and she smiled. She waddled out to meet him and hand him a beer. Her man smiled and hugged her tight before he took the beer and guzzled it down.
"Thanks a heap, darlin." he drawled in his deep south accent. "Ah've been lookin' forward tuh fuckin' you all day."
Sissy Ann Blunt giggled and snuggled her own belly against his. Her right boob flopped out of the tube top and they both had a good laugh. Then they waddled inside the trailer and ate dinner, which Bubba told her was the best he'd ever ate. Then they took off their clothes and spent the rest of the night in bed.
Sissy was in heaven. How could she ever go back to her old life, when her new life was so satisfying? Eating and fucking and eating and fucking...forever.
She got up and fed the baby again (Hungry little fucker. Just like his dad.), then set out his clean work clothes and made him a nice big lunch to take to work. By the time she'd returned to the bed, Bubba was asleep.
She snuggled up close to her man...then fell asleep.