The Harem on the Hill (Part XLI) (Patreon)

You lower your phone, but keep it pointed towards the rotund rumble on your gazebo floor like a channel surfer ready to bail if the action dragged.   Of course, you can only imagine how high into the cable access clouds you'd have to climb for "action" like this.  Certainly not boxing or UFC networks, not that you knew much about either.  You weren't much into sports and games growing up, though you did enjoy puzzles and the occasional D&D session with your cousins (especially when you were pulling strings as Dungeon Master).  In role-playing parlance, Tabitha would be an imposing Barbarian while Tina would be a roguish thief.  At least that's how they would have been classified before their time in your harem blurred the distinction between them.  Now they both fit snuggly in the out-of-shape couch potato class.

It made for an even, if not particularly skillful fight.

Though you missed the beginning, it's clear Tabitha was the aggressor.  Tina's ass is raw and splintery where Tabitha knocked her on it, and flashes radish red as the girls roll pell-mell across the deck.  It also looks flattened by the impact, though you know that's just unfortunate genetics and a frame unsuited for surplus pounds.

Any edge Tabitha might have had in drawing first blood, however, has since been lost.  Now Tina is on the attack, using her weight advantage in an attempt to pin Tabitha.  Unfortunately for her, it isn't much of an advantage anymore.  Fattening Tabitha has been Tina's pet project and, despite Tina's head-start, their weight gap has closed considerably.  (Although your fatties' fisticuffs foiled the formal weigh-in, you expect Tabitha has closed within twenty pounds.)  Unlike Tina, however, who has ballooned into a roly-poly lard ball, Tabitha's waist still looks narrow, especially swaddled in the expanses of fat at Tina's midsection.  It's in her hips and the orbs of her ass cheeks, which slap together like the steel balls of a Newton's Cradle as they tumble across the deck, that her corpulence had concentrated.  Of course, her titanic tits, which bitch-slap Tina as they tussle, also garnered their fair share of her gain.

However, it's Tabitha's long limbs, which radiate from the scrum's meaty center like the spindly legs of a crab, that ultimately gives her the leverage she needs to turn the tables.  As they roll near the gazebo's railing, Tabitha's foot finds one of its vertical slats and she pushes hard against it, driving Tina to the deck before momentum flips them again.  Tabitha then belly-flops atop her, in exhaustion more than triumph, with an audible slap followed by the dull thud of Tina's head against the boards.

Somehow, Tina's dazed eyes find yours amidst the fat and fog as she turtles helplessly beneath Tabitha.  As it dawns on her you're going to be no help, her hazy gaze clears and is replaced by something else--

Anger.

Tina screams, contorts her head, and sinks her teeth deep into Tabitha's meaty shoulder.  Her warlike wail becomes a gurgle as blood fills her mouth, but she doesn't let go, even as Tabitha recoils, ripping the wound and spraying red across the deck.

Debbie's shriek joins with Tabitha's and Tina's to form a blood-curdling cacophony that makes you wince.  While you're stunned by your siren's sirens, Tina tips Tabitha and rolls on top of her, causing blood to spurt from the opening like someone dropped an anvil on a toothpaste tube.  Tabitha loses both blood and breath under Tina's smothering weight, her painful scream petering to a low gasp, then to silence as Tina clutches her neck in a choke-hold.

You fumble with your phone and bring up Tina's screen, but just as you point it towards her, she releases Tabitha, causing her head to hit the deck with the same lifeless thud Tina's had just seconds before.  Tina struggles to her feet and stands victoriously over her defeated opponent, then wobbles to and fro before falling backward into the gazebo swing, nearly tipping it with her girth.

You rush to Tabitha's side.  She's unconscious, but she's still breathing and her heart is beating, as evidenced by the pulse-like surges of blood spewing from her gnarly injury.  Under normal circumstances, you'd call 911, but these are anything but normal circumstances.

"I can dress that," Tina huffs as she catches her breath.  The violent heaves of her chest send tremors throughout her flabby figure.  "Just give me a second."

The medical supplies you have stocked on your estate are plentiful but rudimentary.  You're dubious Tina could properly patch Tabitha even if there was medical training in her cryptic past.  Besides, you're not sure you want Tina in charge of healing someone she just tried to kill.  That might be hypocritic, but it certainly wasn't Hippocratic.

The only other reasonable alternative is Dr. Larson, a loyal family physician who has turned a blind eye to your indiscretions in the past, but they live hundreds of miles away and would need to be airlifted in.  That would take time and draw lots of attention...and your indiscretions of the past pale in comparison to your indiscretions of the present.  A blind eye might be wishful thinking.

What do you do?