Any time prior to this I would have been hesitant to be seen in public escorting such an obese woman, but this was an historic moment. The restaurant ...as filled with strangers, but even if it were full of my friends, I wouldn't care. This was my baptism to the world of truly fat women."Let's get something sinfully fattening," she said with a coy smile, and a few minutes later a dessert cake called Death By Chocolate arrived with ice cream for her and a coffee for me. We had a strictly platonic. ." Until what?" Until we were messaging one night and ... well, I got really turned on. She wanted to show me her boobs, completely ... not with her nipples covered by her hands or ber bra. And I wanted to see them. So, she sent a picture of her fully exposed tits and I opened it." And I suppose you jerked off while you looked at it?" Yes, Brooke! My wife won't dress sexy for me. My wife won't tease me or act playfully with me. So ... I'm genuinely sorry ... I really am ... But I happen to. She giggled.“Are these all for me?” the anger in her voice ebbing and bemusement entering as absurdity of the situation started to dawn.All strength was gone. “There’s never been anyone else” I said quietly. I sat back softly on the bed, my eyes looking down at my hands. I heard her get up, the soft pad of her feet on the carpet and the flicker of her shadow crossing and then the gentle sinking of the bed beside me registering as she came sat beside me.“We need to talk” she said quietly. There. So when I was told to sell my products at a loss or hand over some of my potion recipes I said no. The problem was there had been waiting for someone to say no, they wanted to make an example of someone. They didn't just rough me up, they stripped me naked, lashed me and then hung me outside my shop. Not enough to kill me mind you, they kept healing me as people watched as I hung naked, bloodied, and humiliated. They made me watch as they took everything from me, and then as dusk fell then.