5x & 4 (poem 2 of 2)

Chapter 1 - 5x & 4, poem 2 of 2

We last met 5X under Size 4,
with 4 enjoying the spoils of war.
For weeks poor 5X lost every fight,
forced to pleasure 4 every night.
5X loved her dominant mate,
but begged her 4 to reciprocate.
Size 4 promoted 5X to the bed,
but still trounced and deprived her fat coed.

5X replayed her numerous losses,
seeking clues beyond obvious causes.
Of course, she’s fat and non-adroit,
but 4 must have flaws she could exploit.
5X saw patterns in her defeats.
Beforehand she drinks and overeats.
5X resolved to drink less than 4,
and stop at two portions instead of four.
Often Size 4 attacks from behind,
yanking 5’s bra-straps to keep her in line.
5X would tire from her slow-motion reel,
turning and reaching back like a seal.
5X once tried to recline on Size 4,
but 4 moved aside like a matador.
When 5 fell back on the bed frustrated,
4 then pounced, and 5 capitulated.
In their first tussles, 4 was still wary,
to avoid the grasp of her huge adversary.
But 4 grew bolder with each success.
Hubris allowed her defense to regress.
5X thought of a winning track,
save energy, weather the rear attack,
wait to grab 4 when she gets careless,
stay on top as they fall to the mattress.
If 5X is lucky, hungry, and sober,
she could bulldozer the little 4 over.

5X reveled in her fantasy,
of punishing 4 with gravity.
5X imagined Size 4 underneath,
utterly smashed, and unable to breath,
Begging for mercy, buried in meat,
and finally forced to taste her defeat.
4 would struggle with 5 above her,
to find 5’s vulva deep in her blubber.
With only a tongue to dig her way out,
Size 4 would suffer after the rout.

That night 5 stopped at four fajitas,
and didn’t refill her margaritas.
The night was going exactly to plan.
5X even said “no thanks” to flan.

Moderate portions, out of the blue?
4 sensed revolt was starting to brew.
Size 4, on cue, kissed 5 on the back,
And ushered 5X toward the sack:
“Get in bed. Perform your duties.”
5 acquiesced, but stayed on her knees.

5X braced for imminent attack.
Size 4 shoved on 5’s immense back.
5X quavered but stayed upright,
And made no effort to turn and fight.
Size 4 admonished 5X for resistance,
and cautioned 5X to heed her insistence.
Then 4 boldly faced off with 5X so near,
And pinched the nipples of her fat mutineer.

5X on her knees, big as a barge,
saw her moment and mounted a charge.
As 5 waddled forth, huge and obese,
her belly hung low and befuddled her knees.
She grabbed for Size 4, just as she’d planned,
but 4 lurched back and evaded her hand.
5 had leaned in as she surged ahead,
but tripped on her gut as it drug on the bed.
Now 5 pitched forward, a colossal collapse.
Face down on the bed, 5 heard 4 hum “taps.”

Size 4 laughed as she sat on 5’s back.
The elephant pinned by Miss Mary Mack.
But this time 5 was pinned on her face.
Size 4 thought “Yes, lets change the pace.”
5 couldn’t see but she heard 4 chuckle,
Followed by sounds of a tightening buckle.
5 had a little panic attack,
as 4 tied 5’s hands behind her back.
5X whimpered with fear in her eyes,
Promised to please 4. And apologize.

Size 4 pulled at the back of 5’s leggings,
5’s giant buttocks spilled onto the bedding.
4 smacked 5’s cheek to assert dominance.
4’s palm stung, and she saw 5X wince.

Size 4 said “Now get on your knees.”
But with her hands tied, 5 failed to appease.
Each time 5 tried, her legs slipped out wide.
the fat of her buttocks sloshed side to side.
Blubbery pile, a languid striptease,
rimpled and dimpled like cottage cheese.
4 dripped with lust watching this scene,
her massive delicious impuissant queen.

Finally exhausted, 5 slumped to her side,
regretting the little stunt that she’d tried.
4 pulled 5’s leggings down further in front,
exposing 5’s beautiful bountiful gut.
Each of 4’s tugs, set into slow motion
ripples and surges, a delicious commotion.
Then out came 5’s gelatinous thighs,
and suddenly hope gleamed in 5’s eyes.
5X finally saw how she could chouse
the dominant 4 to consume her souse.
4 was aroused by her anti-gracile,
powerless, opulent, overfed vassal.
So 5X inveigled Size 4 with role play,
struggling, helpless, 5 squirmed and swayed.

4 removed 5’s blouse, relished her flanks,
Her gluttonous savings in soft piggy banks.
Her butt, gut, and back merged in rumples,
Fat upon fat in disarranged jumbles.
Size 4 explored ever so thorough,
Luxuriant rolls and abyssal furrows.
4 filled her mouth with buttocks and thighs,
Her fingers ventured and tantalized.

5X heaved and moaned in frustration.
She begged Size 4 for consummation.
Size 4 pondered their situation.
On top?
5 lacked stamina for the top station.
She’d crumple on 4 and kill her for sure.
Face down?
5’s desires were hard to procure.
Face up on her back?
Of 5’s intent, 4 could not be sure.
Size 4 could not take the risk to untie her,
It seemed that Size 4 would have to deny her.

As 5 begged and blubbered, Size 4 had a vision
She helped 5X into seated position.
5’s huge gut made a muffled slap,
as it engulfed her entire lap.
A thick roll of back fat encircled 5’s chest.
Under her arms it melded with breasts.
4 kissed 5’s neck and massaged her temples,
caressed 5’s arms with their rolls and dimples.
5X watered as 4 touched her ripples,
fondled her breasts and imbibed her nipples.
5X breathed in short syncopation,
and muttered “yes, yes” in supplication.

4’s lips wandered down to 5’s navel,
She cradled 5’s gut in her hands like a ladle.
Size 4 looked up and locked on 5’s eyes,
as fat spilled from her hands onto 5’s thighs.
“Spread them farther”, Size 4 enjoined.
And 4 navigated 5’s decadent loins.
Size 4 lifted 5’s fat mound of Venus,
5X was quaking and so libidinous.
Size 4 parted the wet sea of 5,
pushing aside her fat lips and thighs.
Here in this moment Size 4 realized,
5’s fat was deeper than she’d fantasized.
As Size 4’s fingertips touched 5’s vulva,
her gut engulfed 4’s entire ulna.

Then Size 4 gave 5X a surprise,
placed a small vibrator just inside.
A breathless 5X asked “What was that?”
Size 4 turned it on, and 5’s eyes rolled back
4 used her freed hand to rub 5’s clitoris,
5X lolled and heaved like a walrus.
Now 4 grabbed the pan of uneaten flan,
served bite after bite with her other hand:
1 slice for nutrition.
1 slice for sedition.
1 slice for contrition.
1 slice to appease her new dietitian.
and 1 for the thrill of engorged deglutition.

Wanton immoderate self-indulgence,
mouth, gut, and pussy, each so intense.
5X climaxed again and again,
waves of euphoria crashing within.
Finally, 5X slumped to her side,
she thanked Size 4, quite satisfied.
Size 4 removed the toy from 5X,
untied her hands and helped her get dressed.
5’s pleasure centers had flooded her head.
That night she slept in Size 4’s bed.

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