>>61893
Which reminds me of this story someone made of Stella hatefucking the fat away from her undeserving husband back on /feed/. Hope none of you mind me posting the unaltered version and thought process here.
Even if Vivzie shart makes Stella the most irredeemable bitch-on-wheels in all of hell, I’d still like her a hell of a lot more than Stolas. What a perfect encapsulation of faggotry.
>>58493049
Requesting an alternative timeline where Stella has had enough of pig Stolas’ bullshit and fucks him until he has a massive coronary and their daughter is conceived. Make sure he’s wearing his wife’s too tight bras while it happens and is sweating his ass off (heat stroke).
Then fast forward to 18 years after where Octavia is a fully functional adult, Stella is the super morbidly obese pig who dotes on her daughter (because she sees her as a symbol of victory over her faggot husband), and Stollas has been reduced to being a rail-thin vegetable that gets around and communicates a la Hector from Breaking Bad.
I’m gonna come up with a green text to accompany this request later. If I make any mistakes with characterizations, don’t bother to correct me because I don’t wanna actually watch this fucking trash can.
>that was the last fucking straw!
>CRACK
>Stella could take the pig for a hubby
>CRACK CRACK
>she could take the fact that everything would be inherited by her offspring, not her
>W-CRACK
>she could even take Stollas fucking other men behind her back
>“Ready for round 47?!”
>but him touching his grease stained fingers all over her unmentionables was the last straw
>she needed a heir — no, she needed a whole lot more
>things her good-for-nothing faggot husband couldn’t provide
>well, almost good for nothing
>she was face-to-face once more with his bed encompassing ass jutting up into the air and her belly to the sheets
>splotches of blood and scars haphazardly painted from the cracks of her whip
>she could hear the muffled cries of her dildo-with-a-body sobbing into his favorite cakes
>in all the rings off hell, she’d never thought she’d become so aroused with her husband’s flabby body
>the sheer girth of it all
>the sweat pouring out off every nook an cranny
>the greed it inspires
>and the punishing weight it doles out for its user’s sins
>Stolas tried to breathe as deeply as he could with the bra attached to his bosom
>he couldn’t stop thinking about Blitzo
>how he’d come in and save his sorry, bleeding ass
>the way that he played with his balls
>not nearly as rough as his wife was manhandling her now
>she took in a deep breath of her hookah
>laced with the same aphrodisiacs that her husband’s never ending cake was saturated with
>he hadn’t stopped being erect for 5 days
>the heat from hell was starting to make him woozy
>and above all else, he just wanted to sleep
>but her couldn’t sleep now
>not when they still needed the one thing to make their sham marriage seem legit
>Stolas’ fate was wet with sweat and tears
>he wanted to pull that damned cake out of his mouth
>and his arms were too fat to even lift up, let alone reach his face
>how badly he wanted to undo his wife’s bra restraining his flowing chest.
>how they pinched the fat under his armpits
>he felt the pains inside his chest get worse as well
>he wanted to rub his bruised booty but couldn’t reach even past his hips
>He needed Blitzo
>He needed a diet
>He needed any help at all
>his wife rolled him over onto his back
>with his belly reaching for the ceiling
>oh hell no
>Stella shook his belly until his penis came out
>the sheer undulation exacerbated the gases inside of him
>he couldn’t burp, so he’d fart hard
>even with his stretched out asshole it hurt
>to his dismay, this display of piggishness excited her immensely
>he knew she was fucked in the head even as a child, but what made her snap so hard?
>she pulled his blobby legs apart, fat talons giving a laughable resistance
>and scrunched his belly into his face
>every day it became larger and heavier
>forcing him to crunch into his organs
>“now stay still or I’ll have to do it yet AGAIN”
>beyond the saccharine aroma of tge endless cake
>he could smell his wife’s juices secreting out of her vagina
>she was cruel and finally enjoying it
>once again, she bit into his flesh
>and went to town
>for a faggot like Stolas, nothing was less intolerable than the feel of vulva wrapped around his barely sticking out of his fupa penis
>he closed his eyes once more and tried to imagine Blitzo was giving him head once again
>but it was too rough, too selfish, too…female
>no matter how hard he closed his eyes, he couldn’t escape her hideous visage in his mind
>he felt as though his heart would break in two
>that’s because it was
>Stella went hog wild on whatever her long-neglected vagina could grab from her husband’s buried dick
>his belly burbling in her face miserably
>MISERABLY, just how she liked it
>she loved being surrounded by his flesh
>she loved owning it, the way a dragon owns her hoard of gold
>she could fondle, squeeze, and even hurt his most sensitive bits with out him so much as even laying a finger on him
>her third orgasm alone from this realization happened
>enough to sufficiently wet his dick
>she heard gruntinging and hurking now
>the big one
>she just had to find…
>his balls, plump and about to burst
>she could feel her flesh hoard starting to seize
>as a fourth orgasm runs through her
>this is going to be the big one
>just let the stomach fall now
>putting extra pressure on his penis
>she didn’t have to do anything anymore
>just feel him feebly try to rotate his long-since encumbered hips
>Stolas was about to give out in more ways than one
>the first…
>…
>…
>finally, his seed hosed itself into her wife’s belly
>inflating it with cum
>she came off when she had enough
>“at least kne of these little codgers has to bs my baby”
>meanwhile, Stolas couldn’t stop cumming
>the restrictive blood flow wouldn’t let him
>the heat had finally made him woozy
>the bra had finally taken his breath away
>and his heart stopped to make was for his emptying balls
>he was going to die there
>next to the woman he hated the most anx only thoughts kf the man who loved him
>everything was going dim
>his body froze
>he was starting to fade
>until he felt something pound his chest
>“you’re not done until I have my heir.”
>through forces that continue to persecute him, he lives through his fifth infarction from the 5-day fucking
>this time, he couldn’t even feel his body anymore much less move it
>it was all over
>on the upside, his wife took her bra back
18 years later
>Stella laughed at the built-in movie screen once more
>a fat, greasy hand pointing it’s talons to yet another prat fall from Vivzie Blart: Mall Cop
>just before taking in another handful of buttery caramel popcorn
>and the other taking a sip out of her Big Gulp Root Beer with weird Baltic Licorice charcoal ice cream
>her stick vegetable of a husband could only watch in fear and digust as she belched out a tank’s worth of gas
>“Can you believe my little Octavia is only 17 years old and already has such discriminating tastes in cinema”
>she was wearing nothing but a bra in front of him since Octavia had already taken her 17 younger siblings off to get Hell Denny’s
>more laughter erupted as Vivzie Blart accidentally gets crunk
>her jowels, cheeks and chins wobbles with glee, spritzing spittle everywhere
>her tits lactated into her bra, indicating yet another accursed pregnancy
>Stolas could shee movement in her grotesque double belly
>the lower half speading well past her knees sitting down
>“I wonder when those pizzas with peanut butter are getting here?”
>he saw her fat knees jut out and bend upward
>fat taloned feet planted firmly to thd ground
>then facing his direction
>“that new friend of hers, Loona, talk about a fat bitch.”
>she walked to him
>“but not nearly as fat or bitchy as me”
>Stolas closed his weeping eyes again, thinking about blitzo
>“I do hate it when the pizza man is late. That makes me…hungry. And when I get hungry, I get…HORNY~”
>no matter how tightly Stolas closed his eyes, he could still feel his wife’s horrible belly sweat all over his tiny body
>her grubby, sausage fingers touching him all over
>her repulsive, sticky bra landing on top of his head
>“Vivzie Blart will have to wait, I’m afraid.”
>but Stolas didn’t want more straight sex
>nor did he want anymore kids
>he just wanted true love
This was much more wild than I remember, but I still like it. Now we need to find Keno’s work on Stella and the thread will have a complete start.