"Emily, just give me a-" He managed before his wife walked his way. Her chubby thighs quivered, and her tits swung hypnotically.
"Richard, shut up and fuck me." She demanded as she pushed him onto the bed.
Part of Richard wanted to, feeling incredibly turned on by the situation. The problem was, the part of him that was still Rebecca was mortified. She understood that Richard clearly loved a dominating, nasty wife, but Richard knew this was not healthy long term. He needed to change things. Although he wasn't aware of what exactly was changed, he had to try.
"Sorry love!" He said, still somewhat panicked and erect as he hopped off the bed, dodged the slow moving Emily and ran out the door.
"Richard! GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE NOW!" Emily called out, clearly enraged.
Richard ran downstairs, not daring to look back. He didn't care who was aware at this point, he just NEEDED Emily to be someone or even something else. Anything was better than this bitchy Karen. Part of Richard still loved her, but the rest of him was too determined to quit.
He ran down the stairs, then out into the living room. It only took him a few seconds of searching before spotting the camera sitting on a high shelf. Richard ran with all his might, hopped up and managed to get it down safely. He turned, and his heart rate skyrocketed.
Standing in front of him was his chubby, abusive wife, Emily. She was entirely naked besides the awkward and tight Dalia brand panties which barley held together from the weight of her large ass. She stared at him, looking pissed but also confused and possibly a little hurt at her husband running away.
Richard felt a little bad, but reassured himself that whatever she would become, it'd be better than this! Richard aimed, then pressed the button at Emily, and also unknowingly the panties that were once a person.
*FLASH*