you expel my wife
The stairs seemed like too much effort so I made up a pillow nest in the living room. We towelled off and snuggled up, taking turns with the controller as we played a little Limbo, a game I chatted about making a clone of.
“Are you okay there?” I ask, looking at your chest harness. You bite your bottom lip. The rope reveals just how much you’ve put on. The bra you wore when you arrived wouldn’t support the half of your chest now. But the twined fabric has been biting more and more.
“No, I think it needs to come off. It’s constricting my breathing.”
“I wonder what that’s like,” I murmur, flashing you a bright smile; but I set about untying it from behind. Relief comes as soon as the diagonal ropes come loose and your breasts can fall more naturally. White lines slowly full in with blood to a pale but natural colour.
The rest of the rope falls away from above and below. You take a deep inside and feel your new chest.
I come around to the side and kind of freeze. “… Wow. They’re… You’re at least doubled, surely. That’s from…?”
“Nowhere else it could have come from.” You lift your boobs and let them fall a few times, experimentally. “She’s been sucked dry, and this is what she gave me.”
“Not only that. Do you want your hip harness removing as well?”
You flex to look sideways at your own butt. It’s grown too, and the criss-crossing lines score deep into soft flesh.
“No, leave it. I can handle it. It’s like a hug. Although…”
“Although?”
You shift unconformably, not just because of the rope. “Maybe I’m worried about messing up the rope.”
Understanding dawns. I actually blush. “You’ve been able to pee fine and the rope doesn’t really cross back there. I, ah, thought ahead.”
“You thought about my bum?” You give a little wiggle on a pillow, all the while giving me a smile you know will melt my brain.
“Well, yeah. Always. Listen, I, uh… Can I watch?”
“Watch? Oh!” You blush the reddest I’ve seen you go and grab two fistfuls of your black hair, drawing them across your face and hiding. “You can’t be serious! Why?”
“Because…” My hands shape empty air as I try to communicate something I barely understand. “She’s gone, you took her and made her into you. But also into… other things.” I grimace, realising I’m not really making sense. “I just feel like I should be there, see the whole… process.”
“You wanna be there to witness your wife’s rebirth as a steaming hot log of my shit.”
“Mmhmm. Yes ma’am.” I struggle to maintain eye contact from embarrassment but there’s a lightness and excitement to my voice. “Oh, also, your arse is just gorgeous. Why wouldn’t I want to stare at it for a while?”
You look down at your belly. Still working from top to, ahah, bottom, it still feels heavy from compacted and desiccating human remains. You can begin to see what of the curve is passenger, and what is new fat.
Perhaps it’s thinking about the act, but you certainly feel ready to go.
… Okay, then.
Things looked complicated. My bathroom isn’t massive, the toilet is a little underpowered, sitting on the toilet wouldn’t give a good view, you’re not going to sit backwards…
You cut through the confusion. “Andrew,” you say, turning away to show me your backside in the little bathroom. “You want this?”
“Yes.” I step behind you, wrapping my arms warmly around your middle. “Weirdly. Incomprehensibly.”
“Then you’re just going to have to clean up. Here, feel.” You take one of my hands around your belly and touch it to your lips. “I swallowed her down…” You trace my hands to your stomach… “And she burned and melted in here. And then when she was paste she started getting squeezed through here…” Little squiggles all across your belly. It’s apparently possible to tickle yourself if you use someone else’s hand. “But she’s now backed up here.” Up, across, down.
“I can feel her,” I murmur against the side of your neck. My lips make you shiver as they brush your skin. My hands, both massaging the rigid, swollen passage inside you, make your knees weak.
“She’s coming. Sit.”
I place myself on the unopened toilet and watch. You grip the doorframe and bend forwards. The floor is lino. Easy to clean.
From this vantage I really can see how your thighs have gained, even if it weren’t for the rope. Although you’re going to have to devour a lot more people to reach the proportions of the body you just took, that obese sacrifice has gifted you a lot in very little time.
You step your legs apart. Your anus emerges from its deep, dark cleft and you hear my breath catch. “You’re so hot, Raven. This is so dirty.”
You don’t respond in words but flex your arsehole. I see clean, shining pink bordered by darker skin. I don’t realise but I lean forwards.
Wide open, your promissory fart has nothing to vibrate and simply hisses into the outside world. You feel shifting inside you, all the way inside. Feels like she’s scouring your pelvic floor as peristalsis moves her into position.
Shining pink is suddenly eclipsed. I see my wife again, fighting to stretch you wider. Your hole squeezes back and wins, shaping her into a comfortable cylinder.
Brown plaps onto the lino. The exact colour of all the rest of your meals. K has passed through your body and become… something so ordinary and natural.
The relief brings sweat to your skin. Your new belly clenches as you bear down, pushing out kilos of digested flesh, the occasional pocket of farts.
Your lower belly is visibly smaller, palpably lighter when the last nuggets of spouse squeeze out of your quivering arsehole.
A moment’s silence. Respect for the dead.
“You’re a miracle,” I breathe.
“Wipe me, please.”
I pull some paper off the holder and lean over the pile you’ve expelled. I’m gentle but the paper still rasps a little against the sensitive skin.
You look back and we make eye contact while I’m mid-wipe. We don’t say anything, is just an intimate moment.
Then you’re stepping out of the room and heading to the bed. I understand your need for a little privacy after something so… naked, vulnerable.
So I take a trowel and begin to feed my wife a second time, this time into the toilet. When I’ve washed up you’ll get cuddles and belly kisses and belly rubs and cuddles and dinner. I’ll get you drunk and drink with you and we’ll fool around and have fun. But before then I have to say goodbye to someone.
I wonder to myself if you would say goodbye to me, when the time comes.