Starting her day, she tried to fit into her normal workwear to take care of the animals, but was surprised that nothing fit, her breasts made everything too short or too constricting, and her ass ripped several of her jeans and pants. With no options left, she grabbed a pair of her husband’s overalls. They were tight, but they were the closest thing to fitting she could find. Putting her boots back on, she walked back out to check in the animals. She was surprised at how quiet they were, just like last night. Were they actually scared of her, did they know something she didn’t? She just fed them, checked them for any problems, open their cages and walked away, not hearing them at all the entire time. She walked back inside and started making breakfast, hearing quiet snoring on the other side of the house. She had been nice, she had endured, she didn’t even complain to him about his habits, but now she was fed up. She was going to fix that useless lump she once fell in love with, and she knew exactly how she was going to do it.
She waited for him to wake up while stuffing her face with cheesy omelets, orange juice, prunes, and apples, all of which give terrible gas. As she finished her gas-inducing breakfast, her stomach immediately started to act up, feeling a slight discomfort as she started getting up to wash dishes, she finally heard her husband shuffle outside of his room, his fat gut and wild chest and armpit hair on prominent display as she watched him stretch. “Mornin” he said, lazily limbering over to grab a plate to enjoy his breakfast. Now he was in the perfect position.