Another boring day of house work passes Francine by, making her feel like her life is going nowhere. She loves Stan, no doubt, but the feeling of mediocrity and disrespect coming from him was becoming all too much for her. She was a bombshell. A trophy wife. Yet, Stan barely seems to notice her. She could put on countless amounts of makeup and fancy dresses, and Stan would just go about his day, not giving her a single compliment. Francine was reaching a breaking point, and she was striving for some kind of change. Something to mix things up. She had even recently let herself go a little bit. Just the smallest amount. She had gained a few pounds, giving herself a chubby belly to poke out of her dress. To gain her new gut she had been eating on the unhealthier side when Stan wasn’t around. She had been eating greasy burgers and loaded burritos, the foods she had always craved but steered away from, to keep her perfect figure for Stan. But even this miniscule change had made Stan wary. He had begun to make comments on her gaining weight, and complaining about Francine’s lack of hygiene as of late. Sure, she had gotten ‘fat’ and maybe she had decided to shower every other day instead of every day. And sure, maybe she had gotten a little gassy due to her new diet, crop dusting the house as she cleaned. But, despite all of the stuff she had been doing to upkeep her appearance, Stan only seemed to care when it was affecting him negatively. Francine was getting sick of it. She was ready for change.
 
 
 Francine stood in the dark kitchen, hastily eating a cheeseburger she had hid from Stan. “Oh fuck yeah..” She moaned through bites, the salty and greasy burger satisfying her more than her husband had been doing lately. Her stomach groaned, as if to tell her to stop, that the food she had been consuming was anything but good for her. But she didn’t care. If Stan didn’t appreciate her at her best, he was going to get her at her worst. Rather, what he saw as her worst. She took the last bite of her heavenly burger and rubbed her greasy fingers all over her belly, really taking in the bliss of the moment. It was the third one she had finished today, but it was always as good as the last. She threw the wrapper away and quietly made her way back upstairs, trying not to alert Stan. She made her way to their bedroom and slowly opened the door, it creaking open, notifying all who were awake of her presence. She peeked inside, though it appeared Stan was still knocked out and none the wiser. She stepped in and closed the door behind her. As she started to tiptoe to the bed, she felt a pain in her stomach. It was taking its revenge. She hunched over in pain and bit her lip, trying her best to contain the beast inside her. But it was no use. Pffffffrrrrtt! An almost silent toot escaped her, quickly filling the room with a noxious stink. Francine had begun to sweat, as the pain hadn’t gone away yet. She hobbled over to the bed, still trying to hold the dam closed. She crawled onto the bed, then it hit her. Stan’s face was lying there, and at that moment, Francine made her choice. She pulled her panties off and primed herself. She was gonna get her revenge.
 
 
 
 Francine threw the blanket off of Stan, making him groggily sit up. Before he had any time to think, Francine’s ass hit him like a pile of bricks. At that moment, Stan had no idea where he was, or what was happening. Francine held him down with her fat ass, grinding her reeking butthole all over Stan’s face. BBBRRRrrPPPt! Francine almost let out a moan with how much pressure she let out. Stan’s nose was assaulted with this morning's burger, the rotting stench filling his lungs. He tried to fight Francine off, but her extra weight made it hard for him. FRRAAAapt! Another torrent of gas was let loose on Stan, much to his dismay. Francine sniffed in her handiwork and gave a crooked smile. “Oh shit Stan, I wish I was sorry for that one~” She felt herself getting all tingly. This whole experience was doing things to her she hadn’t expected it to. “Sni-Sniff it up Stan baby~” The more she felt him inhaling her farts, the wetter she felt herself getting. Stan, though not wanting to inhale the near toxic fumes, was left with little choice as Francine’s ass had cut off his air supply. Her gas was the only thing keeping him alive. Her sweaty, musky butthole rubbed all over his face, but found its home directly on his nose. His nose slid right in, like a children’s block puzzle. It was as if his nose was destined to slip into Francine’s nasty asshole. Psssshhhht! The quiet stream of gas lasted for quite a few seconds before being cut off by Francine’s logcutter. “Breathe deep~” Francine whispered to her husband, who was flailing his arms, as if it was going to do him any good. Strange how the silent ones were the ones who brought the worst stink with them. Stan, being a man of the CIA, had never worked with hazardous materials like this before. Whether it be from her finding some stuff her had brought home from work, or just the slop that fast food places sell, Francine was producing near nuclear level explosions. The whole house was probably beginning to stink like her. Just how Francine wanted it.
 
 
 
 After a few more minutes of expelling all that lays in her bowels, Francine finally was on an empty tank. Stan had seemed to stop fighting and accept his fate, whether for better or for worse. Francine continued to rub her ass all over Stan’s face, when she suddenly lost her balance. She fell backwards slightly, her full weight falling on Stan. In that moment, Francine’s eyes widened more than they ever had before. Her whole body was tingling in excitement, as Stan’s whole head seemingly slipped into her ass. This obviously made Stan struggle, more vigorously than before. Yet, no matter how hard he tried to pull himself free, he just couldn’t. In fact, it seemed as if he was sinking deeper into her. Francine began to moan aloud, the pleasure becoming too much to hold inside. “Fuck! Stan, keep fighting~!” She leaned forward on the bed and began touching herself, as Stan sunk deeper and deeper into her. “Francine! Please! You gotta stop this!” Stan pleaded with her, but she was too lost in the moment to care. His shoulder managed to get past, and next was his torso. “F-Fuck~! Keep going Stan baby~” Francine vigorously fingered herself, dripping her fluids all over their bed. She clenched her asshole, sucking Stan in more. The minutes go by as Francine pleasures herself as her husband makes his way through her intestines, eventually falling into her stomach, curled in the fetal position. He was tight in her belly, leaving no room for any kind of fighting. Francine humped her now distended belly, trying to derive as much pleasure from the moment as possible. “Franny! Please! Let me out!” Stan pleaded and pleaded, to no avail. Francine just kept pleasuring herself, until she finally came, soaking her sheets. She rubbed the perfect outline of Stan hanging from her. “H-Holy shit~ Didn’t know I could do this~ Would have done this a long ti-URRRRRRP!-ago~” Mid sentence, Francine let out a roar of a burp, taking all the remaining air out of her stomach. She continued to rub her groaning, gurgling belly. “Sorry Stan~ Couldn’t help myself~ I’ve just been so ravenous lately, and nothing’s been satisfying me~” Her large meal jostled about and let out muffled screams for mercy, but Francine was past the time for giving mercy. She took what she wanted and wasn’t about to give it up. She felt herself starting to get sleepy, as large meals usually do. “Goodnight Stan~” She kissed her belly and laid back in bed, drifting off only a few minutes later.
 
 
 The hot and humid air was bad enough on Stan, let alone the searing pain beginning to tingle his feet. He tried to struggle and squirm, but to no avail. Francine’s stomach was too tight and ravenous. It had found its meal, and it was going to savor it. Stan began to cry, as he had seemingly run out of options. Francine had made her choice to get rid of him, and she was sticking to it. Stan began to get light headed and felt like he was being crushed. He began screaming at the top of his lungs, yet very little could be heard from the outside of Francine’s belly. Francine had turned onto her side, sloshing her belly to coat Stan in her acids. His screams only sealed his demise, as it caused Francine to have gas. URRRRPP! Francine let out a loud belch, scaring herself half-awake. She groggily opened her eyes and turned to her distended belly. “Cmon baby~”, she wiped the drool that had been pouring out of her mouth, “Time to move on~” All she got in response was muffled screams from her stomach. “I’ll let you out later~ Promise~” She giggled stupidly and flopped back down on the bed, almost instantly knocking out.
 
 
 The gurgling and groaning of her belly went throughout the night, slowly reducing Stan to nothing but slop in Francine’s stomach. Shortly after she had fallen back asleep, Stan also lost consciousness. At that point, it seemed that Francine’s acids had gone into overdrive. Stan’s underwear went first, leaving only his flesh exposed. His skin and meat slowly digested away, his bones cracked and broke, and his existence was forgotten. What was left of him slowly was pumped into her intestines and finally awaited its exit.
 
 
 The sun beamed through the nearby window onto Francine’s face. The warmth hit her, waking up from her deep slumber. Like a bear waking from hibernation, Francine sat up in bed, starving. Her stomach rumbled, requesting more food already. She wiped the sleep out of her eyes and stretched her arms up, the weight of them surprising her a bit. She looked down at her belly and tits, which had grown considerably. A sharp pain hit her out of nowhere, causing her to keel over. She turned her ass up, letting out the nastiest blast of gas she’d ever done. BROOORPPRRT! BRUUUPT! PRrrrft! “Oof fuck~” She waved the stink that was once her husband away from her. “Jeez Stan, I thought you were better than that~” She gave a soft smile and rubbed her tummy, appreciating her work. “Time to let you out the backdoor~” She slowly attempted to stand up, preparing herself for the extra weight to throw her off. She made her way to the nearby bathroom, the pressure at her asshole becoming unbearable. She plopped her ass down, the extra fat added to it making it hang off the sides of the toilet seat. Francine stopped clenching, letting the floodgates go. Thick, hot logs of shit took their time sliding out of her. Fragments of bone stung her asshole as they passed, making her wince with each one. After a few steamy, dense logs plopped into the bowl below, fumes of deadly gas echoed out. BROOPT! FRRPT! FRrrtt! prrrrpt! Francine took deep breaths of her work, which to her stunk, but in the best way possible. The faint smell of Stan mixed in with Eau de Francine, and that very stink made Francine tingle ever so slightly. She reached down to her pussy, which it in itself had gained a little, giving her a massive fupa. She bit her lip and let her eyes roll back into her head, as she fingered herself. As soon as she started, the rest of Stan wanted out. Liquid shit poured out of her like water, the only solids being the chunks of bone. It seemed like it would never end, to Francine’s enjoyment. The more she shit, the faster she pleasured herself. The thought of her once husband being reduced to shit got her going like nothing else. His whole life being reduced to one toilet bowl full of shit. No one will know what happened to him. No one will care. He was worthless and nothing, and he deserved only to become Francine’s fat. FRPT! BRPT! With those last sounding ass trumpets, Stan had evacuated Francine completely, and Francine had finished herself off, letting out a loud moan. Covered in sweat and trying to catch her breath, Francine finished it off by peeing on Stan’s ‘corpse’. She stood up, turned around and admired her work. Nothing was left that resembled Stan. It was just a pile of shit with some faint white fragments scattered throughout. Francine’s stomach had completely and utterly destroyed Stan. She wiped her ass and flushed the toilet, blowing a farewell kiss as he spiraled away forever. She stepped over to the mirror and admired her new body. She grabbed her tits and sloshed them around, she grabbed her new love handles, and lastly, she turned around and gently rubbed her new curvaceous ass. “Thanks Stan~ At least you were good for something~” She snorted and sashayed into the bedroom, hoping she could find something that would still fit her.