I refused to sleep in that room with them. Seeing Helga and Richard, my husband, together like that was enough to destroy me from the inside. She was monstrously large, way larger than me, and he told her he loved her. I knew he couldn't possibly mean it, and was just saying it so we could stay in the house (or maybe so she wouldn't sit on him), but it stung nonetheless. This vacation had gone from adventure to nightmare in what felt like a blink of the eye. The last thing I saw was Helga carrying him like a baby into her bedroom and shutting the door. She had given me an open invitation to join them, but it would be like stabbing myself in the heart with an ice pick.
It sure was cold in here though. Really cold. The storm was brewing outside stronger than ever, and showed no signs of stopping. The howl of the frenzy outside ate away at my flesh, shivers shooting out of my fingertips like lightning. If it was possible to die inside from the cold, I felt like I was about to achieve it. Looking towards the stairs, I recalled something about Helga's mother living here. I wasn't going to chance an encounter with her, judging from her daughter. But it was only getting colder. The blizzard was concealing even the moonlight, and so I sat here in the darkness, left to either bite the bullet and enter that dark room in corner, or suffer in cold silence and let the ice eat away at my flesh. I begrudgingly chose the former.
Shuffling forward, I quietly opened the door to the bedroom. There on the bed lay Richard and Helga, though an easy mistake would have been to only see Helga. They were both underneath the blanket, with the two being assumedly completely naked. She was covered from mid breast down, and he was covered up to his head. As for his head, it was being smothered by her massive breasts, which she rubbed with one hand quietly. She could easily palm his head like a basketball (probably throw him like one too), but she was oddly gentle for a woman of her size. She was whispering something into his ear as she stroked him.
"You're such a sweet little man. Are you going to love me forever?"
"Of course," I heard Richard say.
"This is how you're going to sleep for the rest of your life, my precious thing," she said lovingly. "Soon we will be married, and you will be forever locked to my bosom." She pulled his face out and softly gave him wet kisses on the lips. Much like her tits, her puffy lips were big and round, and apparently juicy, and he reciprocated as well. If my heart had sunk at the sight of them together, it was now officially a broken submarine at seeing them make out. There was no way he could really love her, was there? She was horrendously disgusting and fat and gross. He was my husband. We were meant to spend the rest of our lives together.
