That night, Becky Rodder helped her lumbering, elephantine lover manouver her rotund 600+ lbs. into the next room, where Karyn found a well-worn, king-sized bed. Becky helped Karyn lower her body into the bed, which she punctuated with a deep B-r-r-r-a-a-t-t-t-ing fart. Despite herself, Karyn joined in Beckys laughter, and when Becky cuddled against her bulk after helping her roll herself to the center of the bed...she cuddled Becky back. Becky burried her face between Karyns massive breasts, enjoying both the soft feel and pungent, sweaty stank. Karyn looked up. and saw that the room had a mirrored ceiling...and that in the reflected surface lay a nerdy, fat girl cuddling a sweaty, circus fat lady. A Fat lady...with her face.
She wanted to cry, but as the feeling of Beckys lips and tongue as she sucked on her nipples was heavenly. That...and she loved her. She KNEW that these feelings were the product of Sarahs wish, but it didn't matter. Karyn held her lover in her arms and wanted to spend the rest of her life right there. She still hated the fact that she was a swollen, sweaty ball of fat with active bowels...but because Becky loved her like this, she couldn't bare to try to diet...or even use deodorant. She hoped to figure a way out of this situation...but as Becky crawled between her huge thighs and started to lap at her hairy vagina...Karyn became lost in wonderous pleasure. She loved Becky with her whole body - and that's a lot of love - and after an hour of sweaty, cuddlesome sex...she lay in her lovers arms and drifted off to sleep.
Sarah watched Karyn as she rolled and wobbled along side her nerdy lover, and laughed. She was sitting in her own bedroom, using the stone to monitor her former nemesis. She'd turned Karyn Merlyn into a rediculous, smelly joke. A girl so fat she could barely waddle about or squeeze through doorways. Binding her to Becky Rodder with true love was an excellent idea, and she knew she'd think of other changes later.
But now...she had to peek in on Jon. Now that he didn't remember the old Karyn, or that he and Karyn had been friends, Jon only knew Karyn as the ponderously obese, sweaty lesbian he'd seen in school. The one who was always making out with Becky Rodder. Jon was in bed himself, half-hartedly playing with himself and feeling like he'd forgotten something...or someone.
Sarah smiled at Jons vague worries...and decided to give him something to REALLY worry about...
