I kissed my wife goodbye and told her to tell her mother I said hello. I was actually looking forward spending the weekend alone with Amy, my 18 step-daughter, and getting to know her a little better. For the past two months, she had been glum and touchy, and I was wondering if there was something I could do to help her out of her bad mood.
I wish she could have more friends, but at 5'4" and 345 pounds she did not fit in with the "in crowd," and had never even been out on a date. Aside from her excess weight, both her mother and I agreed that she had an incredibly beautiful face, with huge brown eyes, full pouting lips and beautiful jet-black hair down to the center of her back.
I entered the kitchen and Amy was bending over the refrigerator gathering up an armload of food. She looked huge in her tight green shorts, but suddenly I felt a stirring in my crotch as I looked at her huge round buttocks with the light fabric creeping into her massive crack.
Her thighs and calves showed no sign of cellulite and were a deep tan from hours in the sun. The tight t-shirt could not hide the rolls of fat of her love handles, nor could it hide her massive breasts.
Turning with her armload of food, she saw me staring with an exasperated look on my face. "Honey, don't you think that's a little much for a snack? You really need to try a little harder to lose some of that weight.....for your health"
There was a pause as she stared daggers at me, then a huge crash as she slammed the load of meat, mayonnaise, cheese, and cookies to the floor, and flew toward me in a rage. "That did it you son of a bitch. I'm going to kick your fucking ass."
I stared at the raging bull, wide-eyed and was paralyzed as her right fist slammed into my stomach doubling me over and knocking the wind out of me. I'm not a small man at 5'8" and 200 pounds, but she easily hoisted me up in her arms, upside down, and proceeded to carry me into the living room.
She flung me down face first to the carpet, then twisted my arms roughly behind my back and sat on them, causing extreme pain from her massive weight.
I grunted out "Please Amy. What are you doing? You're hurting me."
She leaned over so I could feel her breath on my ear and in a threatening voice said "You don't know what hurting means. Try being called fatty all your life, being constantly reminded of your weight by your parents, and being the only virgin left in the Senior class. Well that is all going to change this weekend."
I felt her shift positions, but I still couldn't free my arms, then I felt my shorts being pulled down over my legs, quickly followed by my underwear and I began to panic.
"Amy, what are you doing? Stop that right now and let me go."