The Proposal

Carrie picked Italian. She was dressed up in heels, and a specially tailored dress to accommodate the large life inside her. She was thicker now too. Thick ass, thick thighs. You dressed up in a suit for your role in this play. David wore shorts and a slightly stained long-sleeved shirt.

He ate his salad with his hands. Carrie was eating mostly the same way now, but was using utensils tonight given that it was an important evening. You still used your fork and knife at every meal. You weren't one of them. The only sounds was the occasional burp as they ate.

After each course, he offered up his fingers and Carrie dutifully cleaned them. Finally, the waiter brought the champagne. It was showtime. You held Carrie's hand as she struggled to one knee. The room, which was mostly still as people gawked at David and Carrie, was now completely silent.

"David ...you are the most dominant man I've ever met. You've given me the child I've always wanted. And I don't deserve you. I really don't. But please .. please accept me as your wife, please marry me and make me yours." He just grunted as he ate a finger full of cheesecake.

"You need to do better," he said simply. She swallowed, swaying unsteadily on her knee.

"You've got the biggest, fattest cock I've ever laid eyes on," she said, while everyone gasped in the background. "I'll suck you and fuck you for the rest of your life. I'll keep drinking your piss. I'll keep drinking Justin's piss. Just please. Honor me just this once." You blinked. You didn't know Justin was getting that treatment too.

"Back into your chair, bitch," he said. He tossed a roll at you. "Your turn, boy." You knelt before Carrie this time. She looked at you, confused.

"Carrie ... I love you. I've loved being your third wheel. Your friend. Your bitch. I'm a pussy, I get that. But keep me as your pussy. But more importantly. Please accept this ring. Please become David's wife." She held up her hand as you placed the ring on her finger. The crowd clapped ... barely. She clutched the table.

"The baby ... I think it's coming."