A Round Peg, Chapter 5 (Patreon)

CHAPTER 5: MEASURING UP

There was a bit of a fidgeting as Sally fumbled with her tape measure, “oh, sorry, sorry.”

“Oh god, it doesn’t reach around me,” Peg thought as she tried to see what the holdup was in one of the many mirrors surrounding her. She could feel her cheeks turning red, until she spied Jaye, leaning cooly against one of the mirrors, leering at her and slyly taking a photo of her standing on a pedestal in her underwear while Sally-the-younger attempted to attach two tape measures together to get around Peg’s hips. This made her blush more, but now she wasn’t blushing from embarrassment but the blush of a sexy secret between Jaye and herself, she hoped no one could tell the difference.

Jaye strained her eyes to read the numbers on the tape measure as it went around, she wished she’d had a photographic memory so she could remember Peggy’s measurements from a dozen years ago. Even without the comparison, the numbers were turning her on. They were so much bigger than her own, more than double, some more than triple. She wish she understood how that worked, how her body responded to an arbitrary number of inches with wetness. 

Young Sally made notes of Peg’s measurements on an old yellowed uniform pattern that Peg had found in Grandma Maureen’s archives. 

“Not the same body I had in high school,” Peg made eye contact with Jaye, “or college.”

“If I remember correctly,” Sally the elder, the original Seamstress Sally, stepped out from her workroom in the back, chalk behind her ear, still going after all these years, “you were here for a bridesmaids dress fitting not too long ago, we could always use those numbers again.” 

There was a taunting in Seamstress Sally’s voice, one that Peg was quite familiar with, it used to get under her skin, but she had Jaye on her side today. “My cousins’ wedding two years ago… I don’t have that body anymore either.” Jaye wore a devilish grin, Peg stuck her tongue out at her.

“All done!” young Sally wrapped up her tape measures, “and just for reference, do you mind trying this on?” Sally handed Peg a simple plain white dress.

“What’s this?”

“It’s not the exact style of the uniform, but he cut should be close and it’s the same fabric we’ll be using, it allows me to see where we might need custom alterations against a stock 22.”

Peg checked the tag on the dress in surprise, “22? I-I thought I was a size 20.” Peg gulped, her clothes had been tighter lately but she had she really gone up a size? Again?

“People are often whole ranges of sizes, depending on styles, brands and cuts, this is just the standard we work from, it doesn’t mean a thing.”

Peg wasn’t sure if she should look at Jaye, afraid she might get another horny smirk instead of the loving support she needed right now. But Jaye stepped over and took the dress from her hands and hooked her arm, guiding her to the dressing room. “It’s just an number, a construct, it doesn’t measure your worth as a person, or how attractive you are.”

They stepped inside the dressing room together. “I know that, but my numbers just keep going up.”

Jaye sat on the bench while Peg started putting on the dress, “your hotness keeps going up.”

Peg rolled her eyes, “I don’t think anyone else uses the same standard of measurement for that as you do.”

“They have faulty instruments,” Jaye caught glimpse of a smile as Peggy dropped the dress over her head, a little victory. Jaye was on her best behavior, striking a balance between flirty and supportive. The last thing she wanted was her overwhelming horniness to sabotage this incredible lucky relationship she’d found herself in with Peggy. Not many fat women want a cheerleader doing backflips every time they gain a pound. 

“Can you zip me up?” Peg straightened the dress out as she looked in the mirror. She enjoyed the tickle as Jaye slide her hands into her the open back of her dress to caress the rolls of back fat before zipping her up. The dress was comfortable, which disappointed Peg, “I was hoping it would be too big, but it fits.” She turned around in the mirror.

“Clothes are supposed to fit.” Jaye could anticipate dark clouds and brought the sunshine whenever she saw them.

“I know, but I’ve never been a size 22 before,” Peg ran her hands across her belly and hips.

“A new high score,” Jaye wrapped her arms around Peggy’s middle and kissed her neck.

“High score! That was you!” Peg shoved Jaye, half serious, half joking.

“That was me what?” Jaye was unsure how defensive she should get, worried that she’d screwed up this sexy day watching Peggy get measured and fitted.

“I was thinking that the other day when I found my old uniforms that that was my old high score. But I’d forgotten it was you who said that.”

Jaye hoped this was a positive memory.

“You were such a weirdo.” Peg gave Jaye a flirty glance.

Jaye let out a sigh of relief, she wasn’t in trouble.

“You still are a weirdo.” Peg gave Jaye a kiss. 

Finally finished, Peg was back in her own clothes again, acutely aware of every tightness now that she knew she might be wearing a size too small now. Jaye stood beside her as she put down her deposit with young Sally at the front register. 

“So we’ve got three shirt-dress uniforms, embroidered name tags, white with red piping. Three shirts, three pairs of trousers, ten plain red aprons, you’ve got a guy for the screen printing,” young Sally was being thorough. 

“Do you think-” Jaye bit her tongue, she should stop.

“Do I think what?” Peg wasn’t sure where Jaye was going.

“These are all size 22, yeah?” Jaye knew she was digging a hole, but she couldn’t stop herself from digging.

“All to Peggy’s measurements, yeah, why do you want some in your size as well?”

“No, I-” Jaye brought Peggy down to her height, “Do you think a size up might be good to have as well?”

“A size 24?”

Jaye chastised herself in her head, there was no salvaging this, she was going to ruin this whole day with her silly fetishes, “just in case, you know?”

“I know when I was pregnant I was buying sizes up in everything and not a single larger size ever went unused,” young Sally interjected, but could see in the faces of Peg and Jaye that it was the absolute wrong thing to say.

A horrible silence hung between them.

“She’s certainly not referring to that, she’s referring to the fact that I’ve gotten fatter as of late and will likely continue to get fatter in the future.” Peg gave Jaye a dirty look that made her already petite girlfriend shrink even more.

“Oh no, oh no, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean-“ Sally tried to pull her foot from her mouth.

“Don’t worry about it, misunderstandings come with the package,” Peg patted her belly. She was used to having to console other people for hurting her feelings. As awkward as this all was, Peg was still seriously considering the suggestion, “how hard would that be, to scale up a size?”

Sally was grateful to get back to business, “not hard at all, I mean, it won’t be exact like a custom fitting, but based on your current measurements and how a stock size 22 fits you, we could take a pretty good guess on a size 24.”

“Fine, then add two size 24 dress uniforms… just in case.”

Jaye was red and almost shaking with adrenaline as they stepped outside the shop, her palms sweat as she gripped Peggy’s hand.

“Size 24? You are greedy.” Peg used her height to look down on Jaye.

“Sorry, wasn’t trying to infer anything, I just thought, given how much you dislike visiting Seamstress Sally, it might save you a visit.”

Peg did not buy that for a second, “uh-huh, sure.”

Jaye took a deep breath, after that night with Peggy stuck in the donut, she’d felt so incredibly lucky, all of her deepest sexual fantasies were coming true, she wanted to be honest, “sorry, I got… overly excited seeing you there in your underwear.” She could see Peg’s stiff posture relax.

“I know, I really appreciated you being here, it transformed an errand I’d been anxious about for days into a silly sexy fun day.”

Jaye hooked Peggy’s arm and nuzzled her face into the fat of her upper arm, “I’m glad.”

“So before I had you to bring along, I’d set aside the rest of the day for crying. What shall we do now instead?”

“How about ice cream!” Again, Jaye knew she’d crossed another line, she was moving way too fast, she couldn’t slow herself down, Peggy made her stupid with horniness.

“Let me come to terms with being a size 22 before you fatten me up to a size 24.” There was a frankness in talking about Jaye’s fetish out loud that was a new experience for both Peg and Jaye, neither knew what to do with this information out in the open. It couldn’t be more different than their previous relationship when it was all hidden below the surface.

“Shall we check out the competition?” Jaye couldn’t decide if she was getting worse at playing it cool, convinced this whole relationship was going to implode because she couldn’t keep her horniness under control.

“The competition?”

The idea hadn’t been tossed away outright, Jaye treaded cautiously, “we’re enjoying a donut renaissance right now! The Donut Hole isn’t the only shop in town anymore, don’t you want to see what the competition is up to?”

Before Peg could respond her stomach responded for her, with an audible rumble. She blushed and put her hand over her belly. Jaye put her hand over Peggy’s hand and gave her a kiss on her flushed cheek. 

“What are you doing to me?” Peg was scared by what indulging Jaye’s every horny whim might do to her already increasing waistline. They’d only been back together a few days and Jaye was already communicating directly with Peg’s belly, having seemingly eliminated the middleman altogether. 

Jaye wrapped her arms around Peggy’s middle, “I’m having fun with you.” Peggy rolled her eyes. Everything Jaye said seemed to exasperate Peggy, something Jaye found incredibly sexy for reasons she couldn’t explain. Acquiescence was hot.

Peg decided to let her belly and Jaye’s libido lead the way, it had always been hard for her to relax and go with the flow, but she wanted to try, “okay.”

She cocked her head and gave Jaye a flirty side-eye.

“Let’s check out the competition.”