A Round Peg, Chapter 4 (Patreon)

CHAPTER 4: SURPRISE 

“Peggy Sue Danaher” Jaye said to herself looking at her phone.

Jaye hadn’t seen Peggy in years, she wasn’t sure how many. It was passing in the street, Jaye was struck then with how much weight Peggy had gained since they’d dated. She’d desperately wanted to turn their chance meeting in the street into a hookup, but she’d failed.

Now years later, she notices the Donut Hole gate open, then Peggy txt’ing to come over, at night, no details. She didn’t know what to make of it.

She had fond memories of hanging out with Peggy while she worked at The Donut Hole.

The Donut Hole had a small square window for serving customers. At the end of the day, Jaye would swing by and Peggy would say “finally! Get me out of here!” with her hands out and Jaye would grab her arms and pull her straight out the window onto the street. Jaye doesn’t think Peggy noticed how much more difficult that trick was the last time they did it compared to the first time.

When she bumped into Peggy years later she was curious if she could still fit through the window gaining as much weight as she had.

Jaye and Peggy had been dating the summer Peggy outgrew the largest Donut Hole uniform and her granny had to custom order her a new one. Peggy wasn’t happy about it, but Jaye was ecstatic, convincing Peggy to try to squeeze into her old uniform more than once. Even though it was always followed by sex, Jaye doesn’t think Peggy ever caught on to why it was such a turn-on.

Peggy knew Jaye found her physically attractive, but Jaye hadn’t really opened up about the rest of her sexuality, that she got wet watching Peggy eat a donut, that years later she still masturbated thinking of Peggy squeezing into that outgrown uniform.

That Peggy had gone on to gain even more weight after they’d broken up drove Jaye wild. Jaye hadn’t been pining all these years, Peggy wasn’t her one-that-got-away. But she still felt like there was more fun to be had together. Their breakup had been so perfunctory, Jaye wanted to live here, Peggy wanted to live there.

Now Peggy was here.

And she was asking her to come over.

She tried not to imagine how much more weight Peggy might have gained in the intervening years, she could imagine quite a lot and didn’t want to be disappointed by reality. “Weights fluctuate, don’t get your hopes up, no one gains weight forever.”

Jaye arrived at Peggy’s parents house, there was a light on in the garage, they called it “grandma’s garage” because it mostly stored all of Grandma’s Maureen’s belongings when she moved in with them in old age.

Jaye went to the front door, “come straight to the bedroom” was a bizarre instruction if this wasn’t an invitation for sex.

She knocked as she opened the door. “Peggy?”

“Upstairs!”

Jaye was anxious, asking-someone-out-on-a-date anxious.

“You know, my birthday was last week, if this is some sort of surprise party it’s an odd premise, though it would explain why no one could get it together to do something before now.” She was trying to mask her nerves with humor.

Jaye poked her head in Peggy’s bedroom, it was empty.

“Over here.”

Jaye turned to find Peggy standing in her parent’s bedroom, only wearing a bra and panties, the old wooden Donut costume wedged around her middle. While Jaye’s imagination had run away from her before, Peggy’s fatness in person overwhelmed whatever image Jaye had had in her head.

Jaye couldn’t speak, she couldn’t move. She was afraid she either had to cry or pounce Peggy and fuck her senseless.

Peg squirmed in the awkward silence, trying to think of some way to bring Jaye back to Earth, “Surprise! I’m stuck.” She struck a “tada” pose.

“Happy birthday to me,” squeaked out of Jaye’s lips, but she was still frozen solid, the shock and rush of horniness overloaded her circuits.

Peg felt the need to fill the air again, “so I was going through Grandma Maureen’s things, and there was the old donut costume and I was a few glasses of wine deep, and I thought, ‘I wonder if that still fits’ and the answer is ‘of course it does not’ and now I’m stuck.”

Jaye was flush now, there was a real possibility she might faint.

“So I needed help, and well, you’ve seen me naked, you know I’m fat, better you than the fire department.”

That last bit sparked Jaye back to life, “the fire department?”

“Yeah, to help me get unstuck.”

Jaye took a few cautious steps forward towards, afraid if she moved too fast she’d wake herself up from whatever incredible dream she was obviously having, “you-you can’t get it off?”

Peggy grabbed the donut and bounced it up and down to demonstrate. Her great belly bouncing with it, there was something nonchalant, almost comedic to her movements, either she didn’t realize how sexy this scenario was for Jaye or she was purposefully trying not to be sexy.

But it made Jaye wet anyway.

Jaye reached Peggy in the middle of the room. All she wanted was to touch Peggy’s belly, overflowing before her, but she put her hands on the wooden donut instead. She found it hard to make eye contact with Peggy, the more she looked up at her the more she wanted to kiss her.

It was when Jaye put her hands on the wooden donut and started looking closely above and below to survey the situation that the sexual energy of the scene hit Peg.

She blushed as Jaye inspected her all around, there was a vulnerability to standing in front of someone in your underwear, especially after gaining so much weight, ESPECIALLY in this absurd situation she found herself in.

But she trusted Jaye. She trusted Jaye to help her and she trusted Jaye to be gentle with her fat, the current cause of her troubles.

“So,” Jaye started finally, after an excruciatingly long diagnosis, “you’re stuck.”

Peg was hoping for more, “that’s why I called you.”

“Probably won’t get it down around your hips,” Jaye stating the obvious again.

“Couldn’t even do that in college.”

“I remember,” Jaye immediately realized she’d given away more than she’d planned. She made eye contact with Peggy.

“Right, you were there,” the more Peg picked up on the sexual vibe with Jaye the more nervous she got. While Peg had never dated anyone who was overtly negative towards her fatness, no woman she’d ever been with was as enthusiastically positive about her fatness as Jaye. She’d never given it a lot of thought, but in this situation, revolving entirely around her fatness, she was piecing the puzzle together for the first time.

“Up it is, then.”

Jaye positioned her hands under the donut, “on three?” Peg got a firm grip to lift and nodded.

“One, two... three!”

Jaye pushed up as Peg lifted, Peg’s belly bounced upward, pushing her boobs up with it, throwing her off balance and onto the bed, laughing.

Jaye was still too shocked to laugh, “are you okay?”

Peg rocked and squirmed like an overturned turtle to sit herself up. “Hahaha, I’m fine haha, I’m just so stuck! Hahaha.”

“The donut’s heavier to lift up than I realized.”

“That’s not the donut you can’t lift, that’s my belly,” and she patted the donut of fat sitting atop the wooden donut, sending ripples back and forth.

Jaye laughed with Peggy but her nerves made her laugh sound stilted and fake.

“Here’s an idea, what if instead of lifting the donut up we drop you down through?”

Peg was up for anything at this point, “why fight gravity when we can use it to our advantage? How do we do it?”

Jaye helped Peg to her feet, shocked by the weight of her, and guided her over to the matching dressers under the windows. Jaye pushed the dressers closer together. “Ok, if we ‘lift’ the donut up onto the dressers and then you can just let yourself fall through.”

Peg had to get up on her tip toes to reach the donut up onto one dresser. Then she had to tilt up and stretch her legs even further to allow Jaye to slide the other dresser under the other side of the donut.

Jaye checked everything for sturdiness and stepped back, “and now just... fall.”

Peg was still on her tiptoes, unsure of how to fall, “ok here it goes I’m just going to lift my feet, ok here I go.”

Peg put her arms up in the air and closed her eyes as she threw her legs back.

There was a moment of off-balance panic and flailing followed by a yelp and Peg covering her face, “I’m not falling!”

Her legs were off the ground but Peg was floating, suspended entirely in the air my her wedged belly.

Jaye took several back and forth panicked steps, unsure what to do. She went under the donut and wrapped herself around Peggy’s enormous thighs, hoping adding her weight would have some effect.

It did not.

“I’m not budging!” Peg was laughing again. She wiggled Jaye off.

Jaye got up and found Peggy with her elbows on the donut and her face still buried in her hands, making a wheezing sound Jaye interpreted as crying. She patted Peggy’s head consolingly, “hey, it’s okay, I’m going to get you out of there, I promise.”

Peg leaned back out of her hands, howling with laughter. Jaye was still unsure if she was allowed to be joyful under these circumstances. “I don’t think you can, I think this donut is a part of me now.”

Jaye allowed herself a smile.

Peg swung her legs playfully, “I’m still really glad you came though. I figured of everyone I know, you’d get a kick out of this the most.”

Jaye blushed. She’d been found out, “what do you mean!” She sounded accusatory as if she was the one who had gotten Peggy stuck. Had her sexual fantasies willed this scenario into existence?

“This was like you making me try on my old too-small work uniform.”

“You remember that?”

“Of course, it’s the pervy weirdo exgirlfriends that stick with you.”

Jaye was red as a beet and giggling at being outed, she could not articulate a defense.

“You missed me earlier, before I got stuck in this donut I was stuck in my old uniform, ripped it to shreds.” Peg held up her phone for Jaye.

Jaye’s mouth hung open as she stared at the selfie. In an act of horny desperation she txt’d the pic to herself, but the volume on Peggy’s phone was up and there was an audible WHOOSH. Followed by a BING in Jaye’s pocket. She was caught! “Sorry! Sorry! That was so rude of me, I’ll delete it right now.”

Peg waved it away, surprisingly calm, “I almost sent it to you when I messaged earlier, you can keep it, your reward for helping.”

“I haven’t helped you yet.”

“Just knowing I’m not alone has been a huge help. And knowing you’re out-of-your-mind horny right now is keeping me from falling into a negativity spiral.”

Jaye kept her eyes down: her feet, Peggy’s swinging, fatter feet, “I’m not out-of-my-mind horny.”

Peg was surreally serene given her precarious predicament. She looked as if she was floating down a lazy river in an inner tube than dangling stuck in a wheel of wood. She enjoyed watching Jaye twist, her powerless situation had been suddenly transformed. “I know exactly how horny you are, because you can’t look me in the eye.”

“If I looked you in the eye I’d have to kiss you.”

“So look me in the eye already.”

Jaye’s eyes found Peggy’s, and her lips followed. 

Their kiss bridged the wooden obstruction between them. 

Jaye was short and petite and stretched on her tip toes to reach Peggy so far up and across the wooden obstacle. Her kisses weren’t going as deep as she liked, so she climbed. With a hop and a swivel Jaye was sitting in front of Peggy on the edge of the donut. She wrapped her legs and arms around Peggy’s belly and kissed her deeply. 

Peg unbuttoned Jaye’s shirt, she was so small chested she often went without a bra, giving Peg immediate access to her nipples for licking and nibbling. She grabbed Jaye’s tiny ass in her hands, Peg had always been bigger than Jaye, but she felt enormous compared to the last time they were together, surprisingly the feeling didn’t bring her down, if anything it made her hotter. She was so much bigger than Jaye.

Jaye undid Peggy’s bra and threw her face into Peggy’s pendulous breasts, twirling her tongue around Peggy’s nipples, biting. All the while, Jaye could not keep her hands off of Peggy’s belly. It was impossibly soft and squishy, all the way until the point where it stretched taught, wedged and compacted so tightly in the hole. She loved the sensation of her hands going from softness to tightness in one caress. She tested her fingers all around the edge of the donut hole, there was not a single space she could fit her fingers between Peggy’s fat and the wood, it was impossibly tight.

As suddenly as Jaye hopped up on the donut, she hopped off. Disappearing from Peg’s sight. 

“Where are you going-GASP” Peg felt Jaye’s fingers around the waistband of her panties pulling them down. 

They were tight and she was getting pulled one direction and another as Jaye worked them off. Peg’s hands shifted on the donut, bracing herself for what was coming. It was a kind of torment she’d never experienced before, not being able to see her partner going down on her.

It had been so much work getting Peggy’s panties off her bottom half, that she gave up taking them all the way off, leaving them tangled in the crease of fat behind her knees, as she spread Peggy’s thighs and dove her face between them. There was something surreal about going down on someone you can’t see. She knew from the twitches of Peggy’s thighs and the convulsions of her wedged lower belly that she was playing all the right notes. As she worked her tongue around Peggy’s clit she slid her fingers inside. Being petite as she was allowed her to move swiftly a finger at a time to her entire hand, wrist and arm, easy as it was with Peggy as dripping wet as she was. With her other hand, Jaye fingered herself, more gently, trying her hardest not to cum before Peggy, incredibly difficult living this fantasy.

“UNGH-Oh ga-UNGHHHH, Jaye-don’t, don’t UNGHHH s-st-t-t-op.” Peg felt like she was underwater, or in zero gravity. She couldn’t figure out how to support herself, she was thrashing from front to back, from one side to another, she wanted to collapse but stuck as she was, she couldn’t, she was forced to stay upright. She was afraid she might kick Jaye across the room with all her flailing. 

Then the waves started. The orgasm was uncontrollable. In her spasms Peggy started bouncing, up and down onto the donut. Her feet slipped across the ground, trying to find purchase, lifting herself up only slightly before her weight came crashing down again. And again. And again.

There was a CRACK. Jaye didn’t hear it between Peggy’s thighs, but Peg felt it, she couldn’t do anything to stop herself from crashing down again.

Old wood and plaster cracked and splintered and the donut split in two down the middle! 

Jaye fell backwards and Peggy fell forward on top of her. The two sides of the donut fell beside them.

Still disoriented from the orgasm, Peg heard Jaye gasp for air beneath her and tried to get up, “oh God, I’m crushing you, Jaye are you okay?”

Jaye grabbed hold, one hand behind Peggy’s shoulders and the other at the coin purse of fat at her lower back and she pulled Peggy back down on top of her, brushing her arms and legs away so she couldn’t lift her weight off, “no-no s-s-stay on me, stayonme-”

Peg felt Jay beneath her, engulfed in her fat, gyrating, Peg was crushing Jaye, and it was making Jaye cum. Forever cautious about her weight, never on top, always gingerly lowering herself as to not break furniture, or people, but now, in this moment, Peg was crushing someone, stealing Jaye’s breath, suffocating her, and she loved it.

Peg lifted her legs and tried to make herself seem heavier, pressing down on Jaye’s torso, she kissed Jaye, only to getting bitten on the lip as Jaye came, tears in her eyes, “AH- AH- AH- stayonme, stayonme.”

Peg interrupted Jaye’s pleas with another kiss, she pulled Jaye’s hands over her head, pinning Jaye’s spindly limbs under her fat arms, she brought her legs down over Jaye’s legs, covering her with fat from head to toe. She smushed her cheek against Jaye’s cheek and bit Jaye’s ear, “good luck ever getting me off you.”