She Came in Through the Bathroom Window: Chapter 3 (Patreon)

CHAPTER 3

Maria’s jaw hung open, she stared in awe at Melissa. “Wow.” She was so turned on she didn’t know if she could take it. 

Melissa was a little uncomfortable in Maria’s stare. 

“Help?”

Maria snapped out of her trance with a smile. “Silly girl, here, give me your hand.”

Melissa was relieved by Maria’s positive attitude. Maria took Melissa’s hand gently with both of hers.

“Ok, on three. One...two...three!”

Maria pulls and falls into Melissa. They knock heads. The two look at each other and laugh.

“Sorry,” Maria says as she brushes away Melissa’s hair and kisses her head where they bumped. It’s an overly intimate gesture that makes Melissa blush.

“Lets try that again.” Maria puts her leg up on the wall for leverage this time. She takes Melissa’s hand in hers. “Ok, one, two, three, go!”

Maria pulls with all her might. Melissa uses her free hand to push against the wall. Inside her mighty legs push and run in place. “Oh!”

Maria switches legs on the wall. Both begin to sweat from the exertion. Melissa can feel her body wanting to move forward but her fat keeps her firmly in place. It feels like her arm was going to come out of its socket.

“Ow!”

Maria lets go.

“It’s no use, I’m stuck!”

Maria steps back and thinks for a moment. “If we can’t pull you out, Mel, perhaps we can push you back.”

Melissa looks at herself in the window. “After all this work? I mean, having gotten this far, it seems a pity to waste it.”

“If you think there’s a lot of you on this side of the wall, you should see what’s on the other side! Besides, getting you out is getting you out, it doesn’t matter which way we do it.” Maria takes Melissa’s hands and places them on her shoulders, she places hers on Melissa’s shoulders and braces herself to push. “Ok you ready?”

Melissa nods, not convinced it will work.

Maria starts to push on Melissa’s shoulders. Inside Melissa butt tugs left and right to pull herself back in. Melissa falls back into the innertube of belly fat that surrounds her, but none of it is squeezing back in the way it came out.

Maria gets frustrated with their lack of progress. “Come on! Go back” Her hands slide off Melissa’s shoulders to her breasts and then her belly, but it makes no difference. Melissa brushes Maria’s hands away, blushing. 

“Sorry, I got carried away.” Maria apologizes, blushing.

“It’s fine, you’re just trying to help” says Melissa, though she’s not entirely sure if that’s true.

“I need a another cookie, do you want a cookie?” 

Melissa does a double take. “A cookie! You have cookies?!”

“You didn’t touch the desserts in the oven, the fridge or the freezer.”

“I thought I smelled something but I didn’t want to go rummaging, I’m not a thief.”

Maria grabs Melissa’s belly again, “the evidence suggests otherwise.”

Melissa blushes. “You don’t mind my sharing your dessert? After I ate all your food? What will all your guests say?”

“What guests?” Maria is puzzled.

“All that food that I ate, it must have been for party! I’m so sorry I ruined your party.”

“A party? I’m not catering a party, I’m on vacation alone, this is my holiday!” 

Melissa is confused, Maria realizes it doesn’t make sense.

“I’m a chef, I work at a really busy restaurant and we also do catering. I cook all day and night and they run me ragged. I’m wasting away there. Every year I take a few weeks off and come to the woods and just… eat.”

“All that food was for you?” Melissa looks Maria up and down, she doesn’t look like she could eat that much.

“Well I wasn’t going to eat it all at once!” Maria pokes Melissa’s belly. “This is my annual chance to reconnect with food and experiment and see what direction I want to take the restaurant in the next year.”

Maria hesitates. “It’s also my chance to -uh, get fat.” 

Melissa’s curiosity is perked. Maria is blushing now.

“The restaurant business is exhausting and stressful and it takes a lot out of me. So this little retreat is a chance for me to build up my reserves, both mental and physical.”

Melissa is putting the pieces together. “You gain weight on purpose? You’re a gainer?”

Maria is putting together her own puzzle. “I was, at least I thought I was, but seeing you here, like this, is an epiphany. I think I’m something else.”

Melissa is hanging on her every word.

“Melissa, I want to feed you. I want to be your feeder.”

“But I already ate everything.”

“You DID, so now it’s time for dessert!” Maria surprises Melissa with a kiss and dashes off back around the house. Melissa is stunned, flushed. She brings her hand to her cheek thoughtfully while she waits for Maria to return.

Maria hurriedly piles a platter with cookies. She’s giddy, buzzing. She starts with her platter towards the door but pauses and takes a detour to the bathroom. She leans against the wall in the hall and stares at Melissa’s glorious ass framed in the window like a work of art. She sighs a dreamy sigh and continues out the front door.

Melissa laughs at the sight of cookie mountain on Maria’s platter. “That’s too much! I couldn’t possibly eat all that!”

Maria pokes Melissa’s belly, “you’re too modest. I believe in you.” She places the platter down on the trashcan next to the window and takes a cookie, bringing it to Melissa.

“This won’t help me get unstuck you know.”

Maria is face to face with Melissa now, “getting you unstuck is going to be a lot of work, you’ll need your strength.” She brushes the cookie against Melissa’s lips. Melissa takes a soft, slow bite. Maria takes a bite of the cookie herself.

“Hey, I thought that was mine!”

Maria gives the rest of the cookie over, “sorry, of course, how thoughtless of me.” There’s a bit of chocolate on Melissa’s lips, Maria reaches for it, “you’ve got some- your lips…” Maria licks Melissa’s lips and kisses her. Not a playful peck. Deep, meaningful. 

Melissa is flush, manages to eek out a “I’ve never been with a woman before” between kisses.

Maria can barely pull herself away to speak “I’ve never been with someone so fat before.” She runs her hands around Melissa’s inner tube of belly keeping her wedged in the window, sliding her hands up under Melissa’s too small shirt.

“You’ve got the idea.”

Melissa pulls off Maria’s shirt, she can’t kiss any further down than Maria’s neck. She slides her hands down Maria’s breasts but her reach runs out just at Maria’s waistband. “I’m limited in what I can do from here.”

Maria smiles a devilish smile, “but I’m not.”

She slides the trashcan with the platter of cookies to just below Melissa, places another cookie in Melissa’s mouth. She starts back around the house. 

“Where are you going?” 

Melissa catches just a flash of Maria’s smile before she disappears around the corner of the house, “don’t stop eating!”

Melissa giggles, “yes mam” takes a cookie, and then another. Gasp! She can feel Maria behind her but she can’t see her when she turns her head towards the window. “What are you doing back there!” Melissa exclaims with glee. 

There’s a muffled “don’t stop eating!” from the other side of the window.

“I won’t stop if you won’t” Melissa sighs as she takes another slow, delicate bite.

Inside, Maria is quickly learning the ropes pleasuring someone Melissa’s size. It’s overwhelming, so much to touch and feel. She gets lost in Melissa’s expanse and just hugs her. Even the hug is too much for her as Maria realizes her arms can’t reach all the way around Melissa. “You’re getting overwhelmed, you can’t take it all in at once,” she thinks to herself, “so start small.” She kisses Melissa’s left cheek, the fat seems to pull her in and without thinking her kiss turns into a bite.

There’s a sudden yelp from outside and the great ass leaps and shoves Maria aside. Maria catches her breath against the wall. “Sorry, I got carried away, I’ll be more gentle.”

“You made me drop my cookie!”

Maria smiles, “we can’t have that.” She runs her fingers across Melissa’s bottom half, her gentle strokes quickly devolve into grabbing handfuls of flesh and squeezing. “Calm down, focus on her.” She spreads Melissa’s legs apart and crawls underneath her. Between Melissa’s pendulous belly and two incredible thighs, Maria doesn’t find much room to work. As she lifts her head to Melissa’s vulva, she quickly runs out of air as she’s encapsulated by fat. She gasps and backs off, “I’m going to asphyxiate.” She looks at the flesh surrounding her on all sides. “What a way to go!” She alters her approach, holding Melissa’s thighs apart as she reaches her vulva. Gently introducing her tongue to Melissa’s lips, she’s surprised by how wet she is already. She wondered if it was her seduction or her baking that had turned Melissa on. 

The sensation of Melissa’s belly hanging, pressing against the top of Maria’s head as she worked was entirely new and exhilarating. More intimate than she expected, like she was being invited inside Melissa’s apron of fat. As she found her rhythm she let go of Melissa’s inner thighs and allowed the adipose to close in on her. With one hand she clawed at Melissa’s cheeks, with the other she brought her fingers in to partner with her tongue. 

Outside, Melissa was having trouble focusing on her task. The more turned on she got the more her coordination and dexterity broke down. Every cookie she ate seem to take ages to make the journey from the platter to her mouth. Her hands were shaking. Separated by the wall and the window, she couldn’t give instruction or guidance, she couldn’t take the lead, she was completely at Maria’s mercy, but she trusted she was in good hands. Finally! She felt Maria’s fingers inside her, she didn’t think she could stand it, she wanted more and she wanted more now. One finger became two and two fingers became three. She shoves cookies into her mouth, unable to manage bites anymore, she just wants to be filled. A full mouth, a full belly, and as if on cue, Maria’s entire hand enters her. 

It’s when she cums that the uniqueness of her predicament becomes fully apparent. Her movements thrashing, involuntary, but entirely restricted by the window frame. She convulses but without a bed to collapse on, she’s still suspended in mid air. Her legs buckle. She worries she’ll crush Maria, but in the euphoria of orgasm, she also doesn’t care. Fuck Maria and this ginger bread house trap in the forrest, if she dies crushed under Melissa’s fat she deserves it. 

As if it would make any difference, Melissa plants her arms and legs and tries to free herself from the window. Of course she doesn’t budge but on her momentary higher plane, she feels anything is possible.

Inside, Maria holds on for dear life. She feels an immense pride in bringing Melissa to orgasm so quickly, but also isn’t satisfied with just one so she doesn’t let go, she licks and thrusts through the quake and the aftershocks. Finally Melissa squeezes her thighs together until Maria gets the hint to back off and comes up for air.

Maria rests her head on Melissa’s ass and wraps her arms and legs around one of Melissa’s legs. Melissa’s glistens with sweat. Maria wants to lick her all over, but she restrains herself. The heaving of Melissa’s bottom half as she catches her breath puts Maria into a trance. She’s adrift at sea. 

“What can I do for you?”

Maria thinks about the enquiry from the other side of the wall. What more could she ask for than this? “I’m satisfied.”

“That doesn’t seem fair,” responds Melissa, “I refuse to accept one sided sex.”

It sounded like her mouth was full, “is she still eating?” Maria wondered. It was so absurd that it turned Maria on.

“I know I can’t do much from here, but you can do whatever you want to me in there while you play.”

How could she pass up an offer like that? Maria slipped out of the bathroom and grabs the small bullet vibrator from her bedroom drawer. She sets it to pulse and she slips it down against her clit. She mounts one of Melissa’s enormous legs, even just one leg was bigger than any woman Maria had ever fucked. She presses herself into Melissa’s soft inner thigh, keeping the vibe in place leaves her hands free. She slumps over Melissa’s ass and grabs whatever she can reach. She squeezes, she worries she’s squeezing too hard, but she knows she’s so turned on this won’t last long. 

“Slap me.”

Her face buried in the fat of Melissa’s lower back. Melissa lifts her leg, pressing the vibrator harder against Maria. 

“Slap me!”

It sounded like Melissa’s mouth was full of cookies, was she still eating? Maria thoughts were slipping away, she’s dreaming. This is a dream. She slaps. A wave of flesh crashes against Maria. She slaps again. She can feel the ripples all the way down Melissa’s thigh and against her vibrator. SLAP. She has to bite Melissa’s fat to hold on. SLAP. She’s cumming. She’s cumming. She goes to slap again but grabs hold. She doesn’t want to fall off. With both hands she tries to hold on, but the sweat between them sends her sliding off. The vibrator falls away, buzzes on the floor like an unanswered phone. Maria finds herself hugging Melissa’s leg again, as if that’s all the scale she can comprehend at the moment. She closes her eyes and catches her breath.

“Could I trouble you for a glass of milk?”