When they got there Ritchie threw his towel out and laid down, still holding her sweaty hand. From there she looked like an eclipse, her immense figure obscuring the light.
"On top?" she asked, weariness in her tone, "are you sure?"
"Just for a bit, alright? I know you're tired."
"Who said... huff... I'm tired, kid?" she said, raising a giant leg and throwing all the weight on his body.
"Oh fuck..." he said instinctively, a tremendous weight upon his body.
"I'll... puff... show you, little hah... boy..." she continued lustly.
PFRRAAAAAAAT. She let out, but this time she did not apologize.
"AH!" She screamed, as his rock-hard dick went into her.
Whomp! The floor sounded as she moved on top of him, and with each movement the bed creaked audibly, but they did not mind. Whomp!
BWOOOOORP! She burped, and added:
"Lick... m-my tits, stupid... Suck on the, they're... hah... closer to you... wheeze... anyway."
And he did so, and her wet big nipples tasted good to him. She was going quieter, though, heavy-breathing and wheezing tiredly, but seemingly not wanting to come down from his cock. He touched her big knees, and suddenly realized how painful that must be for her.
"OK, my turn. Come on, big girl."
She sighed and smiled, slowly moving away from his penis. She was drenched in sweat, and he stood up so she could comfortably lay in bed; the sight was impressive. She looked defeated, completely too heavy to do any more, her enormous tall full stomach like a balloon with air going in and out as she laboriously breathed. Chrissie looked like a king-size beanbag, almost filling the entire bed, as her body eased and the weight settled everywhere. Spreading her humongous thighs she said a strenuous "dig... in...". He smiled, and started strongly grabbing her fupa with one hand, and raising the belly fat out of the way with the other. His mouth went straight to her pussy, and he licked and sucked on it savagely. As she was moaning and wheezing loudly he decided to let her rest for a second, and went up to kiss her on the broad space between her boobs. It tasted of the beads of sweat that formed, and she enjoyed the tender kisses and licks quietly, catching her breath.
Creeeeak... the bed sounded.
"Huff... fuck..." she said, startled.
"No, don't move!"
"I'll..." she tried to say, putting a fleshy arm to the side, just before a big...
SNAP! Loudly blared as the wooden bed broke down, and suddenly Chrissie looked like she was drowning in her own fat.
"CHRISSIE!" the boy shouted.
"I'm... BWOOOORP..." she looked like she was trying to talk, but her face was entirely red and her eyes bulging, startled.
PFFRRRRAT! "Oh... puff... fuck..." PFFFRRRRRRRT! "Ngh... Ritch..." BRRRAAAAAAAP! "Huff... oh god..." PRRRRP!
He tried rubbing her belly, as raising her up seemed impossible just that moment, not while she had her entire concentration focused on not shitting herself.
"I'm... oof... OK... Come on, help me up."
With a lot of effort from both parts â and extreme flatulence from hers â he rose the immense woman from the broken bed, and tried to calm her down, but Chrissie had started to sob uncontrollably.
"I'm... sob... Fuck... huff... me... Ritchie... I'm a massive hog, I'm a... wheeze... whale... I'm... puff.. I'm destroying your house, I'll ruin your life!" she was shouting with tears rolling down her red swollen face, ruining her make-up.
"Stop! Stop it, Chrissie! Please, I love you!" he kept trying to say.
But for a while, there was no calming her down, sitting there sprawled on the floor. He took the time to survey if she was hurt somewhere, raising her obese limbs and rolls. She seemed physically alright, unlike the bed, which looked like it was broken in two.
After some time crying, as he stood there caressing her hair, the girl stopped her tears and caught her breath. He looked deeply into her eyes, and he told her everything that he thought of her, mostly ramblings about how he loved every massive inch of her, but also how she was the love of her life.
"I... I love you too. But I'm... ruining your life... I can't fit in this house anymore, I broke your father's bed. Oh, kid... I'll understand if you want to break up with me, I really will."
"Look, I told you, I love you with all my heart, there's not any amount of weight that would stop me from loving you. I don't care about this house, I'll get us another, I'll work however much I need to. You're my everything, my rock n' roll girl..."
She smiled sadly at him, and then she looked at the bed beside them.
"Can't believe I broke it in half... fuck..."
"It's an old-ass bed, don't worry aboutâ"
He was saying, but his eyes were drawn to something under the mattress. He rose to his feet and grabbed the mattress, flipping it upside down. There was a small opening in a corner, which he pulled on, ripping the fabric. Inside the mattress were stacks of money neatly divided.
"What the fuck?" Chrissie asked, genuinely confused.
"Holy shit..."
"You didn't know about that?"
"Chrissie, look around, of course I didn't. I barely used this room before you moved in."
"That's a fuckton of money, Ritch..." she tried to reach over, her arm wobbling, grabbing one of the stacks, "Wasn't your dad like a plumber or something?"
"I... thought so. In the end he wasn't really doing anything, though... but..."
"But?"
"But we were never in debt. And he had the car. I never wondered where the money was coming from. It must be from before I was born."
"Isn't there a letter, or something?"
"No, I don't think so. But he did say that whatever he had was mine. He said that all the time."
"Well, fuck, kid," she said, and laughed loudly, "you're fucking rich, Ritchie."
Ritchie started to laugh as well, with a stack of money in his hand. When they both stopped they looked at each other, his eyes full of love for her, and hers full of joy for what had just happened.
"So," he said, "where do you want to live?"