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NO HE WOULDN'T

Author: Caroluchy
last update publish date: 2026-04-07 16:41:46

After the morning shift at the restaurant, my legs were already aching, but I still had to rush home, shower, and get ready for my night job at the bar. I hadn’t eaten anything since morning—just water—because I was still fasting to lose some pounds. Mitch hated the extra weight I’d gained.

The moment I stepped into our compound, I could hear the music. Heavy bass thumping from the master bedroom, so loud the windows were vibrating. Mitch was home early. Way too early.

I caught my reflection
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  • FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION    APOLOGIZE

    “This place is ridiculous,” one of the men sneered. “Rude, fat expired women running the place. No wonder the service is trash.” “You heard me, apologize,” the manager said again as he turned to me. My chest tightened. “You’re asking me to apologize? I was assaulted! He should be the one apologizing.” “Apologize, Mrs. Lena. We can’t afford this kind of drama.” “I’m the victim!” I shouted this time in frustration, my voice cracking as I pointed at the one with the ugly hairline. “He assaulted me!” “You’re making a scene, Lena,” the manager snapped. The men smirked at me triumphantly and exchanged glances between themselves. The first man, who had grabbed me, scoffed. “See what I mean? Rude, expired women. This bar’s a joke. No respect for customers.” “Disgusting customer service,” another added. “You should hire some younger girls who actually know how to treat men.” They stormed away from the table, heading toward the exit while knocking over their chairs and flipping table

  • FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION    HARASSED

    The first man leaned back, his eyes narrowing as he looked me over again. I noticed his gaze lingered on my stomach. “Damn,” he said with a cruel laugh. “No wonder you’re so uptight. Look at the size of you. How much do you weigh, anyway? Two-fifty? Three hundred? Bet that’s why your husband always cheats on you—that's if you even have one.” That hit me right in the heart where it hurts. How could he tell? The others snickered, emboldened. “Yeah, she’s a big one,” another added, gesturing at my thighs. “All that fat jiggling around. No man wants to climb on top of that mountain every night. You probably crush the poor guy.” “She thought she was something,” the third one chimed in, grinning. “You decline our compliments and act all high and mighty, but let’s be real—with a body like that, you should be grateful anyone’s even looking in your direction. Most men would run the other way.” The table erupted again, louder this time, their voices carrying across the bar. My cheeks b

  • FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION    CREEPS

    I went to work at the bar that evening, not emotionally charged but I didn't have a choice. I have a debt on my neck. I moved on autopilot, pouring drinks, forcing weak smiles at customers but tears kept slipping down my cheeks no matter how many times I wiped them away. My chest felt hollow, like someone had scooped everything out and left only pain behind. I was wiping down the glasses, shoulders shaking with silent sobs, when a soft voice cut through the haze. “Hey… are you okay?” I looked up and saw Clara standing there, tray clutched to her chest like a shield. She looked a bit uncomfortable. "Ye...yes...are you?" She shook her head and glanced nervously toward the corner table where four middle-aged men were holding court. They were loud, whistling at every waitress who walked past with their laughter crude. “I… I’m scared to serve that table,” she whispered, eyes on the floor. “They’re always touching, groping. They laugh it off like it’s a joke. Last time

  • FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION    WHERE HAS THE LOVE GONE?

    "Mitch..." I pleaded. He pointed at me again, eyes blazing. “It’s yours, Lena. All yours. If you had kept yourself up, stayed sexy for me, made an actual effort instead of just complaining and starving for a few days then giving up… none of this would be happening. I wouldn’t have to sneak around with girls who actually make me feel like a man. we've been together for five years! Five years...no child....all you do was blow up like a pufferfish.” I couldn’t breathe. The sobs turned violent, shaking my whole body. I rocked back and forth on the floor, whispering through the tears: “I’m sorry… I’m so sorry… I’ll try harder… please… don’t do this to me… I love you… please…” Mitch just sighed, like my breakdown was exhausting him. “Stop crying like that. It doesn’t help. If you really love me, then prove it. Fix yourself. Because I’m not going to keep living like this — coming home to a wife I can’t even desire while I have to get my satisfaction somewhere else. The choice i

  • FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION    TRY HARDER

    Mitch’s words hit me like a physical blow. My legs finally gave out. I slid down the wall until I was sitting on the cold floor, knees pulled to my chest, sobbing uncontrollably. “Mitch…… how can you say that? How can you blame me when you cheated on me..You brought strange women here… into our bed… and fuck them while I’m out working? How could you?!” My voice came out broken, cracked with pain. “I’ve been killing myself for you! I haven’t eaten properly in weeks… I’m starving every single day just to look better for you. I work two jobs so we can pay the bills. I come home and still try to look pretty even when I’m exhausted. What more do you want from me?! You are not the same Mitch I married". Tears streamed down my face in hot, endless rivers. My chest heaved with ugly, gasping sobs that I couldn’t control. The image of those two girls moaning and squirting on him kept flashing in my mind. Mitch’s deep, satisfied groans that I hadn’t heard from him in years kept

  • FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION    LOOK AT YOU

    Mitch’s deep, hungry groan vibrated up from between her thighs as he gripped her ass with both hands, pulling her down tighter against his mouth. “Mmm… fuck, you taste so sweet… keep riding my tongue, baby. Drown me in that pussy juice.” He never did that to me. I never even knew that was a thing. “Mitch!” I yelled. My voice was so small that the loud music and their moans swallowed it entirely. The girl on his cock bounced faster, her moans turning into high-pitched squeals. “I’m cumming… I’m cumming on your big dick—oh God, Mitch! Fuuuuck… I’m squirting—aaaahhh!” Clear fluid gushed out around his shaft as her body convulsed, her walls visibly clenching around him. Mitch groaned loudly in response, the sound raw and animalistic. “That’s it… milk my cock with that tight pussy… good girl.” The girl on his face started shaking violently, her own orgasm crashing over her. “Yes… yes… I’m squirting too—nnnngh! Drink it all… oh fuck, I’m cumming so hard on your face!”

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