And after much protesting there was nothing that Chrissie could do, she was unable to contain herself any longer. She laborously panted as she let go, shitting on what she could only think was a bucket that Brienne held. After it was done she felt calmer, the pain in her chest had passed. She felt herself being cleaned and cried silently, half rolled over to her side.
"Oh, baby, don't be like that," Brienne came over, kissing her on the greasy top of the head, "I'll give you a good wash and you'll feel better."
The caretaker washed her thoroughly for at least an hour, from the long black hair to the stuffed toes. With wet warm towels, soap, gently caressing under every roll, and then drying them instantly so as to not wet the entire room. After it was all done, Chrissie was feeling better, and she was actually cleaner then and there than after the previous showers she had taken by herself. But still, she was feeling miserable. She could not wrap her head around the fact that she was bedbound. It seemed just the other day when she met Ritchie, sitting inside a small car, and now to even think of entering his chevy would be crazy. She wouldn't even make it past the front door.
After much effort she was finally sitting up on the bed. Her huge stomach went as far as her loafy feet, tall and heaving, whereas her ass looked like someone had tucked huge bean-bags behind her. She was left there, heavy breathing, as Brienne took a shower. The oversized woman stared at her companion. She was a hot, gorgeous fit woman at her prime. Chrissie thought, her mouth open, drooling, as she arduously and audibly breathed, and fantasized of eating the girl like chocolate. She licked her own lips, cheeks so big that they seemed to sag when she tried to move, touching the thick mounds of flesh from her fat collar.
Suddenly the phone rang, and tiresomely she raised an arm and stretched to the bedside table to grab it.
"Hey, babe, how are you?" said Ritchies joyful voice.
"I'm..." she looked over at the bathroom, the beautiful girl was touching in between her legs, "alright... When are you coming back?"
"I'm actually on my way now," he answered, "I'll be there in a short bit."
"Oh, great! Ritch!" she shouted excitedly, "I've missed you so much."
"Are you in bed? Wait for me there, will you?" the young man asked.
"Oh, you bet," she said, putting the phone down with a big sigh.
Brienne had left the door open, and sensually caressed her entire body in the shower, all the while looking intensely at the immobile woman in the bedroom. After that she came over, completely exposed.
"Why are you naked?" she said, her tubby fingers touching the other girl's navel, "put some clothes on, Ritchie's almost here."
"Let me have you," Brienne answered, grabbing a thick portion of the fat from under Chrissie's ear, and pressing it gently between her thumb and index finger.
"But, Ritchie..." Chrissie answered shamefully, because she actually desired to have the young toned girl as well, "he's almost here..."
"I'll have him too, and we'll both have you..." she continued, her thick lips going over to Chrissie's, "let me have you, you fat bitch. You obese animal. Look at you, you can't do anything on your own, you're helpless, you're made to be fucked and to eat, that's all you can do."
"You're so..." she felt embarassed, helpless, and terribly horny, all at the same time, "Hot... Please, fuck me."
Brienne used her strong arms to lift up the belly out of the way, and gently bit into the rolls of the mountainous thighs as she went over to lick the fupa covered pussy. She sucked it as Chrissie moaned loudly. With every lick she gave in more of herself, and soon enough she was too horny to hold her flatulence in anymore. She was farting and moaning so much she teared up and did not mind. Brienne got up, her body shiny with sweat, both hers and Chrissie's and then she climbed up on the huge stomach to kiss the fat pillowy face. Her bulbous cheeks made nice grabbing handles as the girls tongue intertwined in love. Eventually they stopped, because Chrissie was out of breath and needed her mouth to do so. At those times Chrissie moved over to lick somewhere else, like in between the rolls of where her elbows were supposedly buried.
The sound of the front door of the house opening could be heard, but that did not stop Chrissie from moaning; the pleasure was too great. Ritchie opened the bedroom door, and he was met with Brienne smiling, holding up a massive tit with both hands. Chrissie's face was entirely red, covered in sweat. For a moment she tried to say something, but she was hopelessly out of breath.
"Can't believe you started without me," he said suddenly, unbuttoning his pants.
Jumping over the oversized landmass of the girl's asscheeks he positioned himself in the middle and stuck his hard penis out, starting to fuck her from behind. Brienne moved the landmass of a stomach again and started to fingerfuck Chrissie's terribly wet vagina. The girl was unable to say anything, only sounds exited her mouth:
"Huh... fu... huff... nhg... my... puff... god... hah..."
The creaking of the reinforced metal bed, the constant farting, the tapping of the boy's body against her massive asscheeks, Brienne calling Chrissie a fat pig and Ritchie moaning audibly. The room was filled with sound and the air with perspiration. Chrissie's head was empty, her mouth was drooling, she was completely given to both her lovers, unable to move and to think amidst all the pleasure.
They went over each to a side and started to suck on the big wet nipples, each holding the enourmous boobs with both their arms. They stared at each other happily, and then at the face of their overfed plaything. Chrissie was trying her best to reply the looks with a smile, her bulking cheeks making it difficult, and her hardly moving fat neck making it almost impossible to look around. 'PRRRRFT' sounded, 'PRRRAAAFFT!'
"I think..." Ritchie said, his slim body back and forth, sunken into the fat of the damp blubber, as his hard cock went into Chrissie's butt, "that you'll like to know I've brought pizza."
Chrissie's eyes rolled back in pleasure, her mouth did not move, only a 'splort' could be heard as she ejaculated profusely under her absurdly thick fupa.