It's a Monster

by StangStar06

Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Blackmail, Coercion, Consensual, Horror, Tear Jerker, Workplace, Cheating, Light Bond, Spanking, Gang Bang, Anal Sex, Water Sports, BBW, Big Breasts, Body Modification, Revenge, Transformation, Violent, .

Desc: Sex Story: Our breakup turned my fiancé into a monster

Hey Folks. This one took a while. After "Sparty Party" I had a lot of things to do for my classes and a few for my gorgeous wife. This was originally meant as a Halloween story, but I think it's okay any way. Thanks for Barney -R doing his usual editing wizardry. Thanks also to all of the wolverine fans and Spartan fans who realized that "Sparty Party" was tongue in cheek. I think both schools are great. SS06

I can remember it like it was yesterday. I was in my apartment, sound asleep. I woke up and rolled over towards my fiancé, Beth. I was twenty four years old and Beth was twenty three. We had been together for four years and had been planning on getting married later that year.

We were actually in the planning stages of the wedding and were scheduled to meet with one of our prospective caterers for a food tasting that evening after work.

As usual, during the night our bodies had become entwined. As I moved, Beth's left eye popped open.

"Don't even think about it," she said, sleepily. "You're not gettin' any."

"Only because I don't want any," I said right back.

"Even if you did want it," she said. That was enough of a challenge to me. I kicked one leg over hers and started blowing on her belly. Her legs started to twitch. I moved my hands up to her huge breasts and blew on the underside of both.

"Stop it!" she said sharply. But her legs began to move apart. I gently grabbed onto one of her tits and sucked the nipple into my mouth. Her moan escaped her clenched teeth and both of her eyes were suddenly open.

While one of my hands played with her tit, the other started inching it's way south. It continued traveling until it reached the warm furry triangle between her massive thighs. Beth isn't a tiny girl. She's an Amazonian type woman. She's five foot ten and weighs over two hundred pounds. A lot of that is boobs. She has a huge rack, nice legs and a nice butt too.

Beth's head of streaked blond curls lifted as she looked me in the eye.

"I love you Galan," she said. And then our mouths locked. She spread her legs and pulled me up between them. Our hips locked together almost as if they were magnetic. We began a dance as old as humanity. The horizontal bop, the hookah chukah, the beast with two backs, whatever you call it ... we were doing it.

It seemed as if Beth and I were constantly having sex. That morning was nothing unusual. We did it at least twice a day. There were also days when we got so horny for each other that we came home at lunch for quickies.

That morning turned out to be a three hole morning. After I came in her pussy, she sucked me back to hardness and rolled over, shaking her big butt at me. She reached back and pulled her cheeks apart in an invitation that I'd had to have been dead to resist. After the first few strokes in her forbidden passage, she scooted forward and got onto her side. She lifted one of those big legs skyward and pulled me over to her.

I re-inserted myself in her back door as she wrapped her arms around me. We started kissing and sucking each other's tongues as if there was no tomorrow.

We were both streaming sweat in the early august heat as I slowly and gently probed her rectum. My hands weren't idle. One squeezed one of her pillow sized boobs and the other danced daintily across her swollen clit. Her hands arched around behind her pulling me against her furiously.

"Galan, I'm gonna cum again," she warned.

"Hold it back, Beth," I begged.

"Mmmm ... It's too good," she whimpered. "I ... I caaaaaannnn't wait ... Oh ... Ohhhhhh! Aaaaaaaahhh! ... I'm done." She pushed me away. I looked at her angrily.

"Beth, get your ass back in this bed," I said.

"Jeezus, Galan, are you trying to fuck me to death?" she asked. "You already came twice this morning and we do have to go to work." I pouted.

"Always leave them wanting more," she smirked. "This way you'll go the whole day thinking about nothing besides getting your dick back up in my fat ass tonight."

She blew me a kiss and headed for the shower. A few seconds after the water started, I opened the shower door and pushed her against the wall. I'm not the biggest guy in the world and if Beth had tried to she could have resisted my efforts.

I spread those big legs apart and reached around grabbing a handful of those big soap covered tits. I started blowing in her ear and her knees got weak. "You're going to make us late," she whined. I started stroking her sides. I felt and squeezed her big butt cheeks.

Then suddenly I slapped her ass as hard as I could. She shrieked in shock. The fact that her body including that ass was wet added to the sting. I took one of her arms and raised it over her head as the water fell on us. From behind my back I pulled out a pair of handcuffs and cuffed both of her arms to the pipe that the water came out of.

"Galan!" she whined. "Don't!"

I slapped her ass several more times, each stroke slightly harder. I noticed that her nipples were as hard as diamonds. I pinched them hard and then reached over and bit one of them until she started squirming.

"Oh Fuuuuuuccckkk!" she screamed. I turned her back around so I was behind her. I reached around her and squeezed those big tits as hard as I could. Then I grabbed her big belly and jiggled it.

"Galan, leave my fat stomach alone," she said. "It's ugly."

"It's sexy," I said. "Someday in the near future, I'm gonna put a baby in it." She hissed, as a shiver passed through her. I jammed my rampant dick into her in one shot and started fucking her as hard as I could. Where we'd been gentle and loving in the bed, this time we were brutal. Each thrust almost lifted her off of her feet.

The squishy sounds as I rammed her wet pussy were louder than the sound of the water falling on us. Her squeals were evidence of the fact that she loved what she was getting. After every few strokes I slapped her ass brutally causing her to squeal all over again.

"Fuck me, Galan," she hissed. "Oh shit, do it. Cum in me. I want it. You can do whatever you want."

My dick started trying to spurt out sperm, but there was nothing left. I still felt the tingles but my balls were already empty.

"Oh God that was good!" she said. I hugged her. She leaned over and kissed me. Our tongues dueled inside of our mouths. "Can I finish my shower now?" she asked. "We're already going to be late."

I had a sudden urge. I pointed my dick at her and just let a stream of warm yellow piss flow all over her. She was shocked. It rolled down her sides and over her large ass.

"Honey, I always told you that you could do whatever you wanted to me," she said. "It's good to see that you're thinking about things for us to do. But we really need to get to work. Okay, scratch that. I need to get to work. You're a hotshot salesman, with an expense account and all of that crap. But some of us are only lab techs who have to punch in and out."

I quickly unhooked her handcuffs. She pulled me over to her and started soaping us both up. I returned the favor and spent a lot of time soaping her tits.

"Galan, stop it," she said sharply. "I don't have any sick days left. I only have few vacation days left. We can't stay home and fuck every time you get a notion."

"Okay," I said sadly.

"Galan, what is it with us?" she said. "I can't seem to get enough of you; even after all of this time." I shook my head.

"I don't know," I said. "I just love you so much.

"But I'm fat," she said.

"Beth, you are the sweetest, nicest woman I know," I said. "Your smile lights up any room you walk into. I love having you in my life."

"Well you're the only one," she said. "But since you're the only one I want, it's not important."

We started rinsing off the soap and she hesitated. "Galan, did you mean what you said?" she asked. "About putting a baby in me, I meant." I nodded.

She dropped to her knees and reached for my dick. "Beth, I have nothing left," I said.

"I know that dummy, but like I said, I want you thinking about fucking me all day long," she said. She knelt there trying to resuscitate me but I couldn't rise to the occasion.

A shiver went through my spine, as though that moment, with Beth's head cradled in my lap while water rained down on us was an omen of some sort. And that's how the story begins.

Everything before that moment was a preamble. I had a sudden vision of Beth and I doing that same thing only instead of it being a very happy time, it would be something else. I really didn't want to let her go. I was sure that if I did our lives would change. Beth thought that I was just being playful and pulled herself out of my grasp.

Beth hurriedly dressed and got ready for work. I took my time. As a sales account manager, I could get to work whenever I felt like it.

She glared angrily at me as she hurried out of our apartment. "Galan, I can barely walk," she snapped. The smile on her face spoke differently though.


Beth

I punched in with only moments to spare. I had thoughts of Galan running through my head as always. As I got to my station, I had to clear my mind so I could concentrate on my job. It was hard. This was the best time of my life. I was young and I was in love. I also had a good job in my chosen field and a wedding to plan.

It sounds like a normal life. It sounds like a good life. It sounds like what every young girl wants. But it doesn't seem normal for me. Let's face it; bigger girls very seldom get the brass ring. Prince Charming doesn't usually factor in when the princess weighs over two hundred pounds.

When I was growing up, I never had a boyfriend. I bore the marks of the double whammy. First off, I've always been heavy. Secondly, I'm a science nerd. Put those two traits together and it spells L-O-N-E-L-Y.

Some of the prettier girls had boyfriends when we were in middle school. Most of the girls had boyfriends in highschool. Not me, I was still single all through college.

I have a pretty face and really big tits. I got a lot of guys, especially during college who were interested in me out of sheer curiosity. But I never had anyone who wanted a relationship. When I turned twenty, I made a deal with one of the nerd boys in one of my classes.

Ernie Zigfelder, was even more nerdy than I was. But he was also a tit man. Ernie stared at my chest more than he did the board in class. I finally cornered him and told him that he could play with my tits and suck them as much as he wanted if he took my virginity.

It was quick, it was painful and it was embarrassing. It's something I look back on and laugh now. I was so disappointed that I almost got angry. For twenty years I had been hearing about how great sex was. And when I finally experienced it, I found out that it wasn't anything special. I still didn't see what all of the hype was about. But at least I'd done it.

I graduated with a BA in Chemistry and decided to work for a while before going for my Masters. I started working here at Allied Chemical that same year. There I was a full fledged adult woman and nothing had changed.

In elementary school, I got picked on and laughed at because I was the fat girl. In middle school, I got picked on and laughed at because I was the fat girl. High school ... same thing. College of course, was different. It was full of adults who were beyond that type of behavior. There, I got picked on and laughed at because I was the fat woman.

Out here in the real world, surprisingly things are the same. The difference is that they hide it. Women stand around the coffee machine and have little conversations that I'm not invited to. I've over heard them talking about me. And the jokes are the same as they've always been.

The men are worse than the women. Or they used to be. All of that changed though when I met Galan. Galan is very handsome. After meeting him, I changed my mind about love at first sight being bullshit.

He walked into the lab with Robert, our plant manager, and our eyes met across the room. Robert brought him over to talk to me about getting some samples of one of the drugs we were about to market. He was very shy and very nice.

Some of the secretaries and office workers laughed at me when they noticed me staring at him as he walked away. "No chance Fattie," they laughed.

"I'll come back and tell you all about him," laughed Dana Brooks, who was one of the biggest flirts in the company. And sure enough, she threw herself at him when he stopped by the next day to pick up the samples. He spoke to her for a while. I was angry the whole time, but so was also used to losing out to the slimmer girls.

But surprisingly, he spent time talking to me after I handed him the samples. He asked me about some of the things on my desk. That led to us talking about a Star Wars and before I knew it, it was time to go home and the women in the office were livid.

Over the next few weeks those long conversations became a regular thing. They morphed into lunches together, which eventually became trips to the movies, which became dates. It took a while because we were both nervous, but the dates led to kissing and the kisses were so good that I started to get scared.

I began to wonder about my body. Galan and I had a really good thing going. We had so many things in common. I loved kissing him. And the feelings I got when he gently rubbed my breasts through my clothes often left me warm and wet. But having him see all of me had me worried. But it was something that both of us wanted so badly that it hurt.

When it finally happened, my life changed. Galan had taken me to a Star Wars marathon. We started out holding hands and exchanging occasional kisses. The kisses grew more frequent and his hands dropped to my tits. I was so hot that I put his hands under my blouse in the concealing darkness of the theater.

One of his hands slid down south and started softly rubbing my vagina and right there in the theater, I moaned. I could barely stay still in my seat. All of a sudden, sex made sense.

Before I knew it, Galan's finger's were inside of my panties and I was urging him on. I was so wet that it felt as if I was dripping. Galan brought his hand up out of my panties and held his fingers under my nose. I got a whiff of my own heady arousal fragrance. "Better than any flowers," he whispered.

I was so close to cumming from just what he'd been doing with his fingers that I didn't want him to stop.

"Are you going to put your hand back?" I whispered. His other hand was still busy under my blouse and my breasts felt like they were growing under his attention.

"In a minute," he said. As I watched he took the fingers that he had just pulled out of my pussy and started sucking them. "God you taste good," he hissed. That was it. I came harder than I ever had with any vibrator. None of the fumbling nerds that I had been with had ever pushed me over the top. but Galan had done it without even touching me. Just the sight of him licking my pussy juice off of his fingers made me explode. I had to put my hand over my mouth to avoid having my scream heard by everyone around us.

As soon as I regained my composure, I grabbed his hand and dragged him out of the theater.

Displaying his typical naïveté, Galan asked. "Did I do something wrong? ... Are you angry at me?"

"Hell yes!" I snapped. "Why the hell would you do something like that to me in the middle of the Phantom Menace?"

"So the date is over? I don't get another chance?" he asked seriously.

"Galan, you can have all the chances you want," I said. "But for now, take me to your apartment."

Once we got behind closed doors, our clothing was quickly discarded. Galan was like a kid let loose on a playground alone. He did and tried everything. He had my pussy in every position he could think of. For the next few weeks that was all we did. We met up after work and fucked.

Galan went after me like a scientist. He experimented, documented and collected the results. By the end of a month Galan had fucked every hole in my body. He had crammed his dick into every crevice, crack and depression I had.

He also had me doing research. It took me only a month to learn to deep throat him. A lot of women consider themselves talented if they can swallow their man's cum. Swallowing is old hat. Swallowing means he cum's in your mouth and you pass it down your throat. We're much more efficient than that. Galan sticks his dick down my throat. We bypass the mouth completely. He shoots his sperm directly into my esophagus. My throat muscles, the same ones used for passing food into my stomach, massage his dick and pump the sperm out of it.

I also learned to love it when he fucks my ass. It really comes in handy during my period. Maybe it's a psychological thing, or an inferiority complex, but we have sex every day. We have not missed a day since we started. I get really grumpy if I don't get fucked.

It could be the fact that I started so late in life, so my body is making up for lost time. It could I also be the fact that I love Galan so desperately. I love touching him and being touched by him. There is nothing I wouldn't do for my man.

After we'd done as much as we could think of when it came to positions and parts, we continued to experiment. We've done bondage and a few other things. The problem with that was that although I don't mind being tied up occasionally, Galan isn't much of a dominating personality. He was also simply incapable of hitting me even in a role playing situation.

We both love golden showers and body fluids. There've been times when I thought Galan was trying to lick my pussy dry. But neither of us was into defecation or spitting. Neither of us went in for exhibitionism either. In my case it was because I simply can't imagine anyone except Galan wanting this fat body. In his it was because he's really shy.

We almost tried swapping once. We met with the other couple and had a nice dinner. We took them back to our place and turned the lights down low. I was feeling really nervous about it, and as if to prove that we were meant for each other, Galan just said no and turned the lights back on.

"I can't do it," he told us. "Beth is mine. I don't think I could handle the thought of her with someone else."

By that time the other woman had already taken her clothes off. She was thin and I had been sure that Galan would have liked her. My blouse was the only thing I had taken off. The guy from the other couple seemed unable to take his eyes off of my tits. He was really pissed.

After they left Galan and I talked about it.

"So I'm yours huh?" I asked, smiling. He just nodded.

"Galan that woman was really cute," I said. "And I would still have been every bit yours when you got done wih her."

"She has no ass and no tits," he spat. "I need something nice and soft to feel on. Sorry if I messed things up for you, but I would have felt like I got cheated."

"Galan you sound silly," I said. "I had no interest in that guy. I was only going to do it for you. I'd do anything for you. Especially since I know that I'm yours now."

"Take your clothes off," he said. I pulled my pants down and took off my bra. He walked over to me and slapped my ass. It stung like hell.

"Who told you to keep your panties on?" he asked. I quickly pulled them off and let them drop on the floor.

"Get over here and suck my dick," he told me. He didn't have to tell me twice. It took me about ten minutes to reduce him to a boneless blob on the sofa.

After that he had me stand up and he walked around me in a circle. "From now on this is the way you dress when we're alone," he said. I just nodded. It was hard for me to keep a smile off of my face. When Galan had announced to the other couple that I was his had been the happiest moment of my life. For the first time in my life, I was someone's girlfriend.

"Oh, yeah," he corrected. "I do want you to wear one thing."

I think I was expecting a chastity belt or a slave collar. I would have happily accepted either one. But I was floored when he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small square box. I had no idea what was in it. Then he dropped to one knee, and held up a ring.

I went into shock. "Galan is that... ? Uhm ... What is it?" I asked. I had an idea, but I was afraid of making a mistake and ruining the best night of my life. I thought that maybe it was a friendship ring, or one of those promise rings.

"What does is look like Beth?" he asked. "It's an engagement ring. I love you. I want us to get married."

I just stood there staring at it. It was all I could do to stay on my feet.

"So, are you going to answer me?" he asked.

"Galan, you idiot," I said. "I already told you I was yours. This just lets everyone else know it. We're going to be together until the end of time. I love you too." I couldn't help it. I just started crying after that. It was the happiest moment of my life.

Galan WAS my life. We were always happy. The only dark spot in my existence was the time I had to spend at work. I was still enduring and trying to ignore all of the laughing and jeering and fat jokes. In fact, the women treated me even worse after they saw my ring. I realized that a big factor in the way they treated me was jealousy.

Of course my confidence went through the roof then. I had Galan so I really didn't care what the other guys thought. And the knowledge that those stupid women were jealous of me only added to my confidence.

I started to dress better at work. And people noticed it. I didn't realize the effect it had on people until one day I called the supply manager to put in a req for some chemicals. Under our old system you could just call Todd and tell him who you were and what you needed. Under the new system, you had to fill out a written requisition.

"Beth you have to fill out the correct form," he said. Todd was one of the men who was always laughing at me and calling me fat. I knew that he was going to use this opportunity to harass me. "Beth you could come over to my office and I'll give you the form and show you how to fill it out," he said.

I needed the supplies to do my job so I went.

He closed the door behind me and I expected him to say a bunch of mean things to me. I wasn't ready for what happened.

"Beth, I ... I want to apologize for all of the bad jokes and terrible things I've said to and about you," he said. "Here, have a seat at my desk and I'll get the form."

He came back a few minutes later and while I was very relaxed, he seemed nervous. He seemed so nervous that it was as if he was about to pop. I took a pen from his desk and began filling in the information on the form while he watched me.

I looked up suddenly, to ask him a question and everything became clear to me. The blouse I had worn that day showed a lot of cleavage and my lab coat was unbuttoned. Todd was staring at my boobs like a junkie staring at a bowl of heroin.

"Sorry," he stammered. "I've never seen boobs that big this close."

"Okay, let's hear it," I said.

"Let's hear what?" he asked. "I said I was sorry for staring. I couldn't help it."

"You know ... the fat joke ... the insult," I said.

"No jokes, no insults," he said. "I'm done with that."

"Well that's good," I said. "That stuff always makes me feel really bad. It's hurtful."

"Maybe we could make a deal," he said. The look on his face should have told me to just leave, but I was curious.

"How about if you and I became friends," he suggested. "Not only would I not insult you. I'd make sure no one else does either."

"And what exactly would I have to do for this "friendship?" I asked.

"Nothing really," he said quietly. He waited for a while and then came out with it. "Could I see them ... Just once?"

"Are you out of your mind?" I said. "I'm engaged. Galan would be pissed. Besides, these aren't even my boobs. They're his. I just carry them around for him."

"He's never going to hear about it," he whined. "I just want a look." He walked over to a cabinet and opened the drawer. He pulled out several magazines and showed them to me.

They were all magazines with titles like Juggs, Busen and Big Tops. "I have all of these magazines," he said. "I dream of women like you. But I married my highschool sweetheart and her chest is as flat as a board. I love her. We have four kids but I still dream about ... Please!"

"Okay," I said. "But stay over there." I slowly unbuttoned the five buttons on my shirt that were done up. "Lock the door Todd!" He turned and locked the door.

I let the blouse drop down into the chair. Then I pulled my bra straps down and pulled the bra down around my waist. I thought Todd's eyes were going to bug out of his head.

Seeing his reaction gave me a tingle. I don't think it was sexual as much as it was a feeling of power over this man who had once intimidated me. I lifted my breasts and played with my nipples and Todd suddenly proved beyond the shadow of a doubt that he was a tit man.

"Shiiiiiiiiitttt!" he said. And suddenly the room smelled like sperm. It was a good thing that Todd was wearing dark pants. I fixed my bra and closed my blouse as Todd ran into his bathroom to fix himself.

Over the next few weeks Todd kept his promise. No one at work made fun of me any more when he was around. He even made those jealous women stop bothering me. Every once in a while. I'd go into Todd's office and give him a refresher. After that, going to work was no longer a problem. My life was perfect.


Galan

I left the apartment a few minutes late, but I didn't worry about it. Today was going to be a good day. I would go in to work. And my boss was going to surprise me with yet another top salesman of the month award. Of the fifteen sales account managers in our division no one came close to me in sales. Of the seven months of the year that we'd gone through, I'd won the award five times and four times consecutively.

I got into my pewter 2014 Mustang 5.0 and thought about what I would say when I got the award. I hoped that we'd have a big assembly like we'd done the previous month. That way Beth could be there when I got it.

I walked into the building like I owned it. In a way, I did. The salesmen were the top dogs in the company. They could make all of the drugs they wanted, but without someone to sell them, no money would come in.

As I got in the elevator I remembered that I needed samples of our new NSAID drug. I had several major customers who were eager to try the drug out. I sold to major retailers, several drugs store chains and more than fifty clinics and small medical offices. I also handled four out of the six hospitals in our region.

I decided to just get some samples from Todd. As soon as I walked into the office section Glory waved at me. Glory, was Gloria Bunker, our office manager. Glory was a friend. She was very different from most of the secretaries, assistants and stenos that worked in the office. She was also a bit older.

Glory was fifty five and divorced. Before I had gotten together with Beth, she was always telling me that I needed to meet her daughter.

"Number one again?" she smirked. "What am I going to do with you?"

I just smiled and waved back.

I walked across the large office floor to Todd's office. I yanked the door open without even thinking about it and looked across the desk expecting to see Todd.

I did see Todd, but he wasn't alone and he wasn't doing what I expected.

Todd wasn't hunched over his desk going over reqs. He was hunched over though. Unfortunately he was hunched over licking a massive breast. He was moaning almost as loud as the man behind her humping away at her pussy. That man was very familiar to me. It was Brent Stevens, my nearest rival in terms of sales.

As Brent fucked her, the woman sucked away lazily at Craig Crawford's dick.

"Hey, close that God damned door," hissed Craig until he realized who I was.

Suddenly the four of them froze in place. Four jaws simultaneously dropped. Four pairs of eyes grew as big as saucers at the same time.

"Awkward," smirked Craig.

"You can go next," said Brent.

"Oh shit!" yelled Todd.

"Oh! Noooo!" wailed Beth. "Oh please noooo!"

"Fuck you!" I spat angrily. "Fuck you all."

"Hey, Galan, wait a minute," said Brent. "Can we talk about this?"

I just walked out of the office, leaving the door open as the four of them struggled to get their clothes on. I staggered away from the office and was barely noticed by most of the people in the office.

I got the idea that that glory noticed me. She had an idea that something had just happened to me but she had no idea what it was.

Even though nothing was wrong with me physically, I was in more pain than I had ever endured in my life. I was on the verge of vomiting everything in my stomach. I just needed to keep moving or I was sure I would spew all over the office.

I headed for the door as quickly as I could. Several people tried to stop me to congratulate me on the award, but I just brushed past them. Brent and Todd had quickly pulled their pants up and were following me. I guess Craig was trying to tend to Beth.

I got to the parking lot before Brent and Todd caught me. Once I got into my Mustang the race was over. I saw Brent get I to his car and he was closer to the front exit of the parking lot than I was. He moved his car into position to block me even as Todd tried to run over to my car.

I drove around the building and left though the rear exit. I drove over two blocks and cut back and drove right past Brent. I blew my horn as I passed the lot. Brent tried to chase me but his Buick was nowhere near a match for my car. I quickly lost him on the freeway.

I made it to our apartment and quickly packed as much as I could carry. Considering the size of the Mustang's trunk, it wasn't much. I'd have to make several trips. I was sure that I'd be able to come back for more over the next few days while Beth was at work.

Even thinking about her hurt. I was barely able to conceive of the fact that my life with Beth was over. Less than four hours prior, we'd been fucking like there was no tomorrow. Apparently we'd gotten that part right because for us, there was no tomorrow.

It was about that time that my phone rang. I looked at the screen. Surprisingly it wasn't Beth. I answered it as I continued to pack.

"Yeah Glory, what's up?" I asked.

"Are you, okay?" she asked.

"Just peachy," I said as I started disconnecting the cables from my computer.

"Why did you leave so abruptly?" she asked. "Maybe you should get your ass back here. There's a lot of shit going on."

"I probably won't be back today," I said. "I'm also probably not coming in tomorrow either. I have some stuff to take care of."

"Are you embarrassed about the award AGAIN?" she asked. "You know, I thought we'd gotten over that. The old man is wondering when you'll be in so we can do it. He really get's into that whole thing. I guess I should probably tell you that your fiancé is having some sort of breakdown. She's been alternating between vomiting and crying since a little bit after you left. You wouldn't happen to know what's behind that would you?"

"Glory, leave it alone," I said. "Beth is no longer my fiancé. So whatever she's going through is no skin off of my ass."

"Galan you dumped her didn't you?" she asked. "That was a terrible thing to do at work. I never thought you had it in you to be so cruel. I never thought that she was your type. But I always figured that you would be a lot classier when things ended."

"Glory, it wasn't me who ended things," I said. I was barely able to keep my voice from breaking.

"Holy shit. You sound like you're crying. Galan what did she do?" she asked.

"Glory, I have a lot to do," I said. "I have to get as much of my stuff as I can carry and find another apartment."

"Galan, if you need someone to talk to, I'm always available," she said.

I continued to pack but my mind was far away from the task. I wondered again what the hell had happened to us. We had been happy. I was sure of it. I was also sure that we'd loved each other.

There were so many questions that I wanted the answers to. I wanted ... I needed to know WHY of course. But I also needed to know how long it had been going on. I guess the WHY was most important. But the HOW LONG was just out of curiosity. Because I had no idea that it had been going on.

None of the signs of disrespect or any lack of affection had been present. If I had to put my finger on exactly when she started, I don't think I could do it.

At the same time, I felt as if my heart was about to burst. I had loved Beth ... I still loved Beth so much that it was painful. How could I still love her after what she'd done? I had no clue but I did. Perhaps it was as they say, "You can't just turn off love." Maybe Mariah Carey had said it best before she went crazy, "Love takes time."

In the mean time I was acting on instinct. My conscious mind had been over ruled by an animal's basic need to go to ground and hide when wounded.

The problem was that I had no idea where to go. I got into my Mustang and started driving. Then I remembered the motels clear across town near the airport.

I drove there and checked in. I unpacked my things because I would probably be there for a while. I lay down on the bed to take a nap, but before I could close my eyes, my phone rang. Apparently, Beth had gotten her head out of her ass and called me. I had been expecting it. I hadn't expected it to take nearly as much time as it did though. She probably had to take some time to figure out a convenient lie to tell me. She probably also had to fill in her fuck buddies so they could all be on the same page.

I let her call go to voice mail. Then while she was leaving her message, I blocked her number. From then on, I wouldn't receive her calls and she would be unable to leave me any messages. After blocking her call I tried to delete the message she was in the process of leaving, but my phone wouldn't allow me to do it until she finished with it. Whatever lie she was in the process of telling me was probably really long and complicated.

I decided to try a really dirty trick just to be free of her. I called her, knowing that her caller ID would show that it was me calling her. She would switch over to talk to me live, ending her voicemail message. She did as I expected.

"Galan, I'm so..." she got out before I hung up on her. Then I deleted her voicemail message without listening to it. I was free of her. I would never have to bother with her again.

I tried to settle back on the bed again. It took less than five minutes for my phone to ring again.

I looked at the number and didn't recognize it.

"Hello," I said tentatively.

"Galan, we need to talk about this," came from the phone. I immediately hung up. I blocked the second number too. It was probably one of her fuck buddies' phone.

I turned my phone off and went to sleep.


Beth

I was in shock. I couldn't stop crying. It seemed as if I had been crying for hours. Fortunately no one at the office really knew what had happened. They all assumed that Galan and I'd had a fight. I think they also assumed that it had something to do with our wedding plans or perhaps it was pre wedding jitters.

Brent was supposedly trying to calm me down. He kept announcing loud enough for everyone to hear, that he would give Galan a chance to cool down and then go and talk to him.

Todd was as upset as I was and so was Craig. Both of them had as much or more to lose as I did. They were both married. The thing that surprised me the most was the depth of human kindness. All of those evil bitches in the office had flocked to me. I grudgingly accepted their comfort and solicitation. I was willing to do anything to feel better, but the only thing that could truly give me peace would be for Galan to come back and talk to me.

All of the women there were sure that he would. "Men get really funny about getting married," said Sadie Thompson. "My husband, Steve, ran off several times during the last few months before the wedding. But every time, he realized what he was running away from and he came back. We've been married for eight years now."

Before long the women in the office began hinting that the three men should probably go somewhere else. We needed some girl talk time and they were more of a hindrance than a help.

I on the other hand knew why the men refused to leave. We needed to talk about what had happened and how to handle it. My supervisor, Elaine came over wondering why I had been out of the lab for so long. A couple of the ladies spoke to her to explain. Glory, who was in charge of the office, and was slightly higher in the company pecking order, got her to back off on me.

I knew that I wasn't out of the woods yet though, because Glory and I were not friends. I knew that she was pretty close with Galan and that was probably the reason she had interceded on my behalf. But the way that she looked at Todd and the others told me that she knew something was going on.

I tried calling Galan several times. The first time, the phone went to voicemail. I left him a message telling him how what happened was a huge mistake and I was very sorry. I told him that I loved him with all of my heart and that I needed the chance to explain.

Before I could tell him all of the things that I wanted to say, the call waiting tone on my phone chimed in. I looked to see who was calling me and it was Galan. I disconnected from the message so I could speak to Galan. It was the first time I had smiled since I left the apartment that morning.

As soon as I started talking, he hung up. I called back to leave him a message or speak to him and the phone just kept ringing. I knew that Galan had blocked me. My heart lurched. I started crying all over again.

All of the women gathered around me. They told me things to comfort me. Several of them apologized for the way they'd always treated me. A couple of them even told me that the reason they treated me so badly was because they were jealous of me. In their words, I was nice, I was pretty, I was smart and I had a wonderful man who loved me like there was no tomorrow. So out of some sort of inferiority complex they concentrated on my weight to bring me down.

We spent an hour at least bonding and getting over our problems. Although I tried to accept their apologies and good wishes, I was pissed. If they hadn't been such a bunch of bitches from the beginning, none of this would have happened.

Just as the cuddling session ended, Todd came over to me.

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