Dangerous Curves 78 (Patreon)

“It’s funny food is the only thing that makes me feel better now.” She said before she threw herself at me causing us both to topple down on the sofa with her laying on top. “Feed me.” She said after giving me a wine flavored kiss. She was so heavy and soft I really didn’t even think I could get her off of me if I tried. She felt wonderful however, and even with her enormous breasts on the verge of suffocating me, I managed to reach around and grab her mountain of an ass, and I was more than willing to oblige her wishes.

I let her drive home later that night after giving her a queen’s treatment of chocolate cake and ice cream, belly rubs and out of this world sex. I was smart enough to keep some of her favorite foods around my apartment for situations just like that and it was a pleasure to help her take advantage of it.

And really that was how the days and nights went on for a while. With her consciously trying to pack on the pounds, or losing control, I wasn’t sure which anymore, and being miserable around her husband and coming crying back to me every other night or demanding to be pampered and coddled in her own sexy way. She had skipped our regular weekly workout session that first week after Brian came back, by our own agreement because frankly it didn’t really make sense, but the following week she decided to come back.

I don’t know if it was just an excuse to see me at work or to get out of the house, but she certainly made my days at the gym more interesting so I didn’t deter her. It had been a week and a half since we had started our, get Brian to divorce you scheme, and she looked like she had actually been sticking to the goals for once.

She walked slowly towards me and she looked especially lethargic. It had actually been a few days since I had last seen her, and even in that short time I could see changes in her voluptuous figure. She was wearing basically what looked like pajama shorts. Little grey hot pants that were so short that they were testing the boundaries of appropriateness for even a gym. Her thighs were still tan and smooth but they were enormous, and with no gap between them they jiggled hypnotically with every step, as did her giant boobs which looked to be nearly the size of her head. This was very apparent from her chosen attire, a black camisole that showed way too much cleavage, although I wasn’t going to complain. Her beautiful face, although a little rounder and softer looking, was still pretty much the same perfect face that had always gotten her so much attention. She still had that same great petite, well-proportioned ultra feminine pear shaped figure, but it had really become quite large in certain places. Places that men loved, and I was no exception.