Once upon a time there was a skinny young man who hated his boss because his boss told him what to do. One dark night, he made up his mind to get even by robbing his boss's house.
The skinny young man was heading for the front door with a pillow case full of loot when the boss's immensely fat wife came home. He dropped the pillow case and rushed the woman before her eyes could adjust to the light, held a knife to her throat, and forced her toward the bedroom at the back of the house.
The woman had taken a motherly interest in the skinny young man, which made him hate her almost as much as he hated her husband, so he decided to rape her. She was twice his size, but because he was a man and had a knife, she was at his mercy.
"I hate you, hate you, hate you!" he chanted, driving himself into her.
"I love you, love you, love you," she replied, accepting his masculine rage within her great, motherly body and pulling him deep, deep, deeper inside herself with his every stroke.
Until he was no more.
The fat woman lay on the bed for a few minutes, caressed her overstretched belly, then lurched to her feet and walked unsteadily into the front hall to retrieve the pillow case and replace it in the linen closet.