Yoga Strife to Slobbish Wife (Full Caption Easy Read) (Patreon)

Your wife was in the living room doing yoga when you left for work this morning. Tight leggings hugging every toned curve, sports bra riding up just a little as she moved from pose to pose. She gave you a kiss on the cheek, told you to have a good day, then bent right back into downward dog like she did every morning.

But when you left, something must’ve changed.A few moments later, the waistband on her yoga pants began to feel tight. Not a little tight. Painfully tight. She just shrugged and peeled them off. Then her bra. The effort of moving suddenly felt like too much. She flopped onto the couch with a deep exhale and just... stayed there.

Then the hunger pangs hit her. She rubbed her potbelly, absent-mindedly. 

She ordered takeout. Ate it. Ordered more. Then again. And again. Burgers, fried chicken, milkshakes, donuts. Delivery after delivery, all of it dropped on the doorstep. She couldn’t be bothered to put clothes back on every time an order came. She was too full, and too lazy to do that. This made her chuckle. And her huge fat body jiggled as she laughed. 

And… if she was being really honest with herself, she was too turned on to care.

By the time you get home, your yogi wife has been replaced by an unrecognizable fat slob.

She’s easily 400 pounds heavier than she was this morning. Her belly pours over her thick thighs. With difficulty and some wheezing, she maneuvered herself so her bulbous ass stuck up and out from the sofa, eager to see you. Eager to please you. 

There’s a whole new round of snacks on the coffee table. The TV’s still on. She’s watching shows from The Fat Zone. It’s the streaming service you signed up to last week. Cheaper than the rest you had shrugged at the time. Empty food containers litter the coffee table. There’s powdered sugar on her fingers. Grease on her cheeks. One hand between her legs.

She looks up at you with a flushed, needy expression like she’s starving for two things.

“I don’t know what happened,” she moans. “I just got so lazy… and so hungry… and so wet waiting for you.”

She doesn’t remember being into yoga. Or being slim. 

She remembers always being your spoiled, massive SSBBW. Too fat to move, mostly. Too horny to wait, and ready for you to feed her and fuck her until she’s falls on top of you in a slumber.