A Round Peg, Chapter 6 (Patreon)

CHAPTER 6: THE COMPETITION

“Here, try this one,” Jaye tore off a piece of her donut and brought it to Peggy’s mouth, Peggy gave her a sly look, a look to suggest that she could see right through her and her flimsy excuse to feed Peggy directly, but then she closed her eyes and took the bite.

“Does she know? Is she going along with it?” Jay’s mind was racing, she couldn’t tell, maybe it didn’t matter, maybe all that mattered was that she was sitting in the window of a cafe, feeding Peggy Sue Danaher a donut. 

Jaye couldn’t help but notice the difference in how Peggy ate now compared to when they’d first dated. There was no insecurity, no shame, no anxiety. The old Peggy tended to hide her indulgence, usually keeping it within the confines of The Donut Hole, rarely in public, and if it was in public, certainly not with the outward expression of enjoyment she was displaying now.

“Mmmm” Peg hadn’t opened her eyes yet. She wanted to imagine that she and Jaye were alone together. She didn’t want to think too hard about how they might look to strangers, a fat femme being sensually fed donuts by her petite butch girlfriend. Allowing herself to be fed in public was an enormous leap in her fat acceptance, eating was such an intimate act for her, this felt like exhibitionism. 

It didn’t help that the creaky wooden stool she was perched on was much too small, if she was a truly brave fat activist she would have pushed two stools together and taken up as much space as she deserved. But even knowing that was the right thing to do, to prioritize her comfort and accommodate her size, she resented that requiring two chairs would probably turn Jaye on, everything about her fat seemed to turn Jaye on, it was infuriating and arousing all at once.

Peg finally opened her eyes, realizing she might have been enjoying herself too much as she read Jaye’s shocked expression, “sorry… it’s delicious.”

Peg made a note of it in her notebook, she had decided this was a business expense and she’d write it off. She wishes she could write off the calories as well as she placed her hand across the increasingly tight waistband of her already tight jeans, “so where to next?”

Jaye couldn’t believe her luck, she thought this gambit wouldn’t last past one shop and now she found herself planning the route to her fourth and beyond. “How about Joanne’s Bakery on Fifth?”

“Lead the way!” Peg put out her hand for Jaye to take. As fetishy as it was, she was enjoying this courtship. That Jaye was so easily aroused by everything Peg did made Peg feel powerful. All she had to do is agree to eat a donut and she was guaranteed sex later. Easy, peasy, squeezy.

Jaye’s head was dizzy with calculations, how much more could Peggy eat? Would her jeans burst? Was the seating at the next place fat friendly? What was Peggy’s stamina like? Could she continue walking for hours or would she get tired and go home before Jaye was even able to transition their donut day date into sex at her place? Should she be suggesting public transportation to prolong this game that had already gone way beyond her expectations? She should have mapped these places to steer Peggy towards her apartment, they were walking in the wrong direction now.

Peg placed her order at the front counter of Joanne’s and followed Jaye to a lounge area in the back. Peg wished she’d ordered something savory. Eating nothing but donuts was making her feel lightheaded, she should have paced herself! She was worried she was going to ruin their date making herself sick with sugar. Peg was also tired from all the walking, she felt like she was sightseeing in her own hometown, which she kind of was since she’d been a bit of a homebody since moving back, she hadn’t actually lived here in over 15 years. She eye’d a comfy old lounge chair and collapsed into it without thinking, to surprisingly audible creaking and cracking. 

It was deeper than she expected.
She sank further than she expected.
The armrests were more narrow than she expected,
The waistband of her jeans felt tighter than she’d expected,
There was a panic in the back of her mind, but she shoo’d it away out of exhaustion.

Jaye looked at the love seat across the coffee table, and back at Peggy, sunken into an old lounger that looked too small for her, “tired of me already?”

Peg laughed, she was so tired she hadn’t even seen the love seat and had given no thought to sitting alone on a date, “haha, no just tired in general, not tired of you.” She went to switch seats but with a huff and a puff and flushed red face, oh no: she couldn’t get out of the chair!

Peg sat back, one hand on her cheek, the other on her heaving bosom. Her heart raced. Had Jaye seen that? She must have but she couldn’t tell. It would probably turn her on, but in this moment the thought of that upset Peg, she was stuck, she needed help, not horniness. This was all Jaye’s fault, feeding her, fattening her, dragging her all over town, no awareness of how much more weight she was carrying, no mindfulness for fat friendly seating. In the span of a moment she’d just gotten into a breakup fight with Jaye in her mind.

The barista stopped by, “One flat white, one Americano, and four donuts.”

The panic was deep now, Peg went to into overly-polite-nothing’s-wrong mode, “thank you, could we have two glasses of water as well please?” She tried to position her arms casually but she was so low, and even in the roomiest of chairs she couldn’t really cross her legs anymore. Wedged between the narrow armrests all she could manage was laying her arms over her belly, like she was constricted on a crowded airplane, she crossed her feet at the ankles, swinging them performatively, trying to not look stuck, whatever that looked like. 

Jaye leaned over and picked up a knife, cutting the donuts into halves so they could try each flavor, “got your notebook ready?” Jaye leaned back with her coffee and noticed Peg, squeezed in the chair, visibly anxious, “Peggy, are you okay?”

Peg didn’t know what to do. On one side, she was with the one person she’d want to be with if she was stuck, she knew that from the other night. But this was different, this was public, there were people here. People who would surely notice a fat woman unable to get out of a chair. She wondered if people had already noticed her.

“I-uh, I…” Peg looked at Jaye’s warm smile, it relaxed her, entranced her, it felt like they were the only two people in the cafe, “I’m uh, too fat to reach, can you hand me mine please?” She reached her hands and feet forward, goofily. 

Jaye beamed, she grabbed a chair and scooted it next to Peggy and handed her her coffee and a donut, “my pleasure!” She couldn’t believe Peggy was indulging her fantasies like this, playing up her fatness for her. What if it wasn’t an act? The chair did look awfully small for her. Jaye pushed it out of her mind, she was greedy, piling fantasies on top of fantasies, just enjoy this gorgeous fat woman kind enough to humor her weirdo fetishes. She leaned her head down on Peg’s fat arm, she was smitten.

Eating donuts in Peg’s current predicament seemed like a terrible idea, but she also wasn’t ready to admit what was happening to Jaye, helpful as she’d be. She just wanted to sit there and not have to think about how she was going to get up. But soon they’d be out of donuts and out of coffee and out of critiques to write down in her notebook.

“So what’s the verdict?” Jaye looked at Peggy, this had to be the last donut shop, now was her chance to segue to her apartment, to her bedroom.

Peg wasn’t ready to confront her situation. “Hmmm… still undecided. I may need to taste them all again.”

Jaye was confused, she loved hearing Peggy ask for more donuts but something didn’t seem right. It felt like Peggy had been fading fast from this whole sampling exercise, and now she was asking for more. “You want more?”

Peg wished that Jaye would just go along with this obvious stalling tactic. “Yes, one of each please.”

“One of each?” On one side, was Jaye’s every fantasy being indulged, on the other, was her feelings for Peggy and knowing something wasn’t right. “Peggy, they’ve got more than 20 different donuts there.”

“And I want you,” adrenaline rushed through her as Peg desperately tried to keep up an act to avoid the unavoidable, “to feed me, every, single, one.” She was laying it on thick, she worried coming on this strong might make Jaye faint, or worse, demand they immediate get up and leave to go have sex.

“I-I” Jaye was frozen. She was getting everything she’d ever dreamed of but it was so overwhelming she couldn’t act on it.

“Jaye?” 

Both Peg and Jaye jolted back to reality as a woman was suddenly standing behind them.

“Tracie!” Jaye shot up and gave Tracie a hug.

Peg strained to look behind her to get a good look, limited in mobility as she was. Tracie was short and chubby, and femme, Peg immediately jumped to the conclusion that Tracie must be Jaye’s ex. She wasn’t as fat as Peg, but still obviously Jaye’s type.

“I almost didn’t recognize you” Jaye didn’t want to say why.

But Tracie did, “I lost weight!” She spun around, a primitive display that Jaye abhorred but completely understood considering their history. “It was easy once I got away from you.”

The unsubtle exchange confirmed Peg’s theory.

Jaye didn’t want this particular topic to go on any longer. “Tracie, I want you to meet Peggy.”

Tracie extended her hand from where she was, a short distance from Peg. The jig was up, etiquette demanded she stand up to say hi, but she could not. The pause hung in the air for an excruciatingly long time. Jaye and Tracie both suspected jealousy, Peg could see it in their faces. 

Peg extended a hand, forcing Tracie to come to her as if she was The Queen. “Hi.”

The rude display was not lost on anyone, Jaye tried to keep things moving, “Peggy’s family owns The Donut Hole on Sixth, Peggy’s reopening it. We’ve been going around town all day, check out the competition.”

“The Donut Hole! I use to love that place as a kid, are you… expanding?”

Peg exchanged a glance with Jaye, “no, same old phone booth. It’s not really a phone booth, just what my family calls it.”

“Such a tiny space, you must not be claustrophobic.” 

“Go away,” Peg thought as her smile tightened. “I’m uh… used to small spaces.”

Tracie looked down at Peg, clearly wedged in a chair, “I bet… look, Jaye it was lovely to see you, but I’ve gotta get back to the office, I’ll message you.”

“Great to see you Trace,” Jaye gave her ex a polite hug goodbye. 

“And nice meeting you, Peggy, keep a close eye on Jaye, or she’ll run away with your waistline.” 

Peg smiled politely, patting her tummy, “bye.” She waited until Tracie was out of earshot and looked up at Jaye, “It doesn’t sound like she appreciated all your particular… peculiarities.”

Jaye turned back to Peggy, ready to go on the defensive, but looking down at her, everything was now very obvious. “You’re stuck.”

Peg was offended, didn’t Jaye know saying it out loud made it real? “I’m not stuck… I just can’t get up because this chair is too low, and I think it’s broken, I think I broke it, and it’s squeezing me, and my jeans are too tight and you’re fattening me up with donuts and I can’t tell you I’m stuck because you’ll just think that’s sexy and-”

Her spiral is interrupted by Jaye’s lips. All the anxiety and frustrated energy of the last hour comes out in kisses and tears. Peg looks up at Jaye with wet eyes, “Help?”

Jaye’s smile feels like warm sunshine on Peg’s heart. The rest of the cafe fades away.

“Here, give me your hand.” Jaye takes Peggy’s hand and places one foot up on the armrest of the chair, “I know it’s conspicuous but you’ll be out of there in a flash, just like the donut.”

Peg was not amused, “you couldn’t get me out of the donut.”

“On three: one, two three.” Jaye pulled. And pulled. And pulled. And nothing.

Peg let go, looked around to see how many people witness that failed attempt. “You probably couldn’t lift me even if I wasn’t stuck.”

“Why, how much do you weigh?” Jaye never knew when to quit.

“You get me out of here and I might tell you someday, but I’m certainly not just giving you any more weirdo fetish numbers right now, like I didn’t see you eyeing my measurements earlier.”

“Sorry.”

“Just get me unstuck please, so I can go back to being flirty and sexy and not constrained in all directions.” Peg rubbed her belly, constrained by her jeans. “I can’t even lean forward to shift my center of gravity these are so tight.”

“So unbutton them.”

“You can unbutton them, later, in the privacy of a bedroom.”

“Before I can get you into a bedroom I need to get you out of here.”

Jaye was right, whatever got Peg out of the chair. Peg leaned back and tried to undo the button of her jeans, hard to manage with her muffin top belly in the way, once she found the button under her fat, she couldn’t get it undone. 

It seemed like such a small act, unbuttoning a pair of jeans, but Jaye was watching Peggy struggle and break out in a sweat and it was making her so horny she couldn’t stand it. “Do you need help?”

“They’re too tight, I can’t unbutton them, you fed me too many donuts and made me too fat.” Peg merely meant to tease Jaye a bit, but worried she might have actually broken her as she had to sit down on the coffee table, a silly grin on her face. 

In that moment, Jaye wanted to say “I love you” but it didn’t feel fair to say it while Peggy was still stuck, she had to get her unstuck first. “You’re really amazing, you know that?”

“I’m really stuck is what I am, come on you silly dyke, help me!”

Jaye snapped out of it, “okay, okay, let me see if I can get it.” She reached under Peggy’s shirt and under the roll of fat, the jeans really were tight. 

Peg did her best to lift her upper belly out of the way so Jaye could work, she looked around to see if anyone was noticing this embarrassing spectacle. She thought she saw people turning their heads away, as if they had been looking, but she couldn’t be sure. She noticed the security camera on the ceiling and hoped it was one of those ones that just snapped a photo every few minutes and not one that recorded 24 hours of high definition video.

“Maybe if I unzipped them first.” Jaye had to press into Peggy’s belly to get the stubborn zipper down. But it didn’t make undoing he button any easier. “I can’t get it.”

Peg could feel the fat of her lower belly pressing out the open zipper, she was already feeling vulnerable but now she was feeling exposed as well. “I don’t supposed you’d be able to zip me back up then-“

PING

Without the zipper to support it the button could no longer contain Peg’s belly and shot off, ricocheting off the wall and clattering off on the floor somewhere. If people weren’t staring before, they were now.

Peg tugged her shirt in an attempt to cover her belly, now free to spread out enormous on her lap. 

Jaye looked around, tried to follow the sound of the button, she looked back at the other cafe patrons staring their direction, “I’m just looking for, my uh, my contact.” She shuffled around until she found the button, put it in her pocket and returned to Peggy. “Well that’s one obstacle out of the way, shall we try again?”

Peg tried to keep her focus on Jaye’s caring eyes. She was afraid if she looked around again and saw how many people were in the cafe she might have a full on panic attack. She was hopeful about he lack of pressure on her midsection though, she might be able to lean far enough forward to get her balance back. “Forget counting, just pull.”

There was a momentary budge when Jaye pulled, Peg saw her opening, she threw her torso forward and back and forward again, rocking herself back upright. Jaye repositioned herself for better leveraged and nearly fell backwards pulling Peg to her feet. 

The moment Peg got to her feet, her heart sank, she grabbed Jaye’s arms tight “Jaye, it came up with me, I’m stuck, get it off” She couldn’t stand up straight, the chair was still attached to her bottom. Panic came over her as Peg tried to push down on the armrests.

Jaye jumped behind Peggy and tried to pull the chair back down to get it off of her, they were making a scene and it burst Jaye’s fantasy bubble.

“Oh my god, here let me help.” A plus sized young woman ran over.

“That’s okay, really.” while appreciative of good samaritans, Peg was now acutely aware of how public this was.

“You poor thing.” A thin woman joined in, taking Peg’s hands and pulling while Jaye and the other good samaritan yanked the chair off.

The chair crashed to the ground. 

“Are you okay?” the barista had stepped out from behind the counter.

“I’m fine, really, thank you.” Peg was retreating into polite mode. 

Jaye got between them, “thank you.” She turned to Peggy, “I’m here, you’re okay, everything is okay.”

Tears welled up in Peg’s eyes.
She clutched her bag.
She shook her head,
and she fled. 

Jaye watched Peggy flee out the door and down the block, she grabbed the rest of their belongings. She put her business card down on the counter in front of the barista, “Sorry about the chair, I’ll reimburse you, I’ll buy it from you.” 

“You really don’t have to-“ but Jaye was already gone, out the door and down the block.

She couldn’t find Peggy anywhere, she crossed from Fifth to Sixth. Had she gotten in a taxi? But Jaye saw it at the end of the block, The Donut Hole. The gate was up.

Jaye ran over to the door. “Peggy, are you there?” The door was locked, the windows were covered in newspaper while Peggy was renovating, she couldn’t see inside. “Peggy let me in.”

She could hear crying inside, it was breaking her heart, all of her horny nonsense and look at all the harm it’d caused the woman she loved, “Peggy.”

“Go away.”

“No hun, I’m not leaving you, I’m here for you, whenever you’ll let me in.” 

She waited, for what seemed like ages, before she finally heard the click of the door unlocking.

Almost immediately as Jaye tried to open the door, something was stopping her, “Peggy, something’s blocking the door.”

“That’s my fat, my fat is blocking the door.”

Jaye peeped in to find the door pressing against Peggy’s belly. There was no room in The Donut Hole for Peggy, more or less Jaye with her. “Okay, no, that’s fine, I got it.” Jaye clambered up onto the counter, spinning herself around the door as she closed it behind her. 

In the tight space they were pressed together, Peg’s belly pinning Jaye back against the door, the rest of Peg up against every other surface, “I’m fat.”

“I know.”

“I’m too fat.”

“I respectfully disagree on the grounds that there’s no such thing.”

“I got stuck in a chair.”

“I was there, it was a small chair.”

“I’m not sure I can do this.”

“Do what?” Jaye was waiting for the other shoe to drop.

“This, be your manic pixie fatty dream girl.”

“If you want to stop being the girl of my dreams then you have to stop acting out all my fantasies.”

“See, that’s what I mean, you thought that was sexy.”

“I did.”

“But your dreams are my nightmares!”

“I know,” Jaye was treading carefully, “but for a little while, before it all went pear shaped, when it was just you and me, wasn’t that nice?”

Peg could feel her defenses crumbling, “you’re always nice.”

Slowly, Jaye brought her hands around Peggy’s middle, “just you and me.”

Peg kissed Jaye, “I’m not going to let you fatten me up indefinitely you know.”

“I’m not proposing anything of the sort.”

“You think I don’t remember gaining weight the first time we dated, but I remember. And goodness knows what you did to that poor Tracie.”

“What Tracie and I did was consensual, and we stopped when she wanted to stop, and Tracie is not you.”

“Yeah, I don’t need your help getting fat, I’ve been doing a fine job of that all my own.”

Jaye smiled a smile that gave away her play, “a fine job,” she slid her hands up Peggy’s shirt.

“You think you deserve sex after all this?”

“No,” kiss, “I think after all this,” kiss, “you deserve it.”

Jaye hooks her fingers into Peggy’s already open jeans and pulls them down. They’re tight, and with her hips and butt pressed against the walls of the kiosk, it’s not easy, but they don’t need to go all the way down, mid thigh is far enough. She pushes Peggy against the opposite wall with a kiss while her hand finds its way down her panties and under her belly apron.

Peg pulls her shirt off and undoes her bra, she pulls Jaye’s face into her breast and Jaye bites her nipple, “AH” She spasms with every stroke of Jaye’s fingers against her clit. “Use your tongue.”

They look at each other in the cramped confines, they’re pinned together.

“How?” Jaye sincerely wants to know.

“Help me up,” Peg gets up on her toes, pulls down her panties and tries to scoot her butt up onto the counter of the kiosk, it’s precarious, and doesn’t gain them much room, but it’s enough to clear a path below for Jaye.

Peggy is above her now, her breasts hanging down, Jaye tilts her head back to suck her nipples before going under again. 

Shadows pass by of people walking on the sidewalk through the newspapered windows. Peg is afraid people can hear them, afraid people can see their silhouettes fucking. Peg braces herself against the wall and ceiling of The Donut Hole. Jaye’s tongue circles her clit, her fingers are in, deeper, her hand, deeper. “UNGH-UNGH-UNGH” She’s afraid she’ll fall on Jaye again, she’s afraid if she fell in these tight quarters, they’d have to demolish The Donut Hole to get her out. 

And then she cums,
and she’s not afraid of anything anymore.

The anxiety of the day melts away, the cramped walls of the kiosk fall away. She’s floating in space, alone, with Jaye.

She pulls Jaye’s short hair to bring her back up for air, but Jaye leaves her hand inside her, still moving her fingers, still thrusting her arm in and out. Peg tries to kiss her but she’s uncoordinated, shaking, another orgasm is coming, “don’t stop.”

“I’ll never stop.” Jaye bites Peggy’s nipple and then her chest and then her neck until they’re face to face again.

“Peggy Sue,” she’s cumming, “I love you.”