A Round Peg, Chapter 7 (Patreon)

CHAPTER 7: ESCALATION

They say most restaurants fail in the first three years, but at this point Peg prayed to survive another month. Squeezed into the confines of the Donut Hole kiosk, she watched the minutes whittle away as we waited for her 3pm closing time. “There’s always money in The Donut Hole” Grandma Maureen would say, but three months into her little entrepreneurial experiment and the only thing Peg had to show for it were the sizes up in her wardrobe. 

She noticed the gaps between the buttons of her dress around her belly, with the Donut Hole hurtling towards closure she had stubbornly refused to order yet another size up from Seamstress Sally. Partly because she felt it would be a waste of money when she didn’t think the Donut Hole would last much longer, and partly because she wasn’t ready, mentally, to be a size 30. She was going to keep forcing herself into size 28s as long as it was humanly possible. She draped a red apron across her front to cover the ill fitting uniform, she could no longer reach the string around herself to tie it. 

She made another batch of donuts, for herself since no one else was buying them. The dough had a short shelf life, the recipe was designed to be mixed and cooked the same day, throwing it away before it had a chance to become delicious donuts seemed wasteful.

As the business end of things failed, the only satisfaction she got out of The Donut Hole was the donuts themselves. 

Before she opened, she worried about what the temptation of fresh donuts all day would do to her already expanding waistline. But with Jaye, most of her anxieties around her weight faded away, and the anxieties that didn’t fade away, she submitted to. She wasn’t sure she wanted to get fatter forever, but she had to admit her natural inclination to get fat, and so she did her best to let go, let Jaye have her way and the needle on the scale fall where it may. Figuratively of course since her scale had stopped registering her weight over a month ago. She guessed that she’d gained an average of 40 pounds a month since the shop opened. Shocking on its own, but averaging it out like she had obscured the escalation, which she didn’t want to confront. She probably only gained 20 pounds the first month, 40 the second, and though she could no longer weigh herself, she imagined 60 by the end of this month. It was the escalation that scared her the most. Her weight wasn’t plateauing. She tried her best to be happy-go-lucky about all this but it was difficult, she felt like a runaway train.

Jaye only had one request in Peg eating donuts all day, and that was that Jaye fed her the first and the last donut of the day when she dropped Peg off in the morning and picked her up in the afternoon. 

What had started as a flirty fun ritual when Peg first reopened the Donut Hole had now become a necessity three months later as she could no longer squeeze in and out of the kiosk without help. Jaye had permanently shifted her schedule at the office to align with Peg’s. While Peg appreciated the help, the days Jaye got held up filled her with anxiety. A meeting running long meant Peg had no option but to stand there, stuck in the kiosk until Jaye finally got there to rescue her. 

Jaye feeding her the first donut of the day was easy. But waiting with a fresh donut in front of her that she wasn’t allowed to eat until Jaye got there was excruciating. No matter how many donuts Peg had already eaten that day, sitting there with nothing to do but stare at a donut she couldn’t eat drove her mad and she often greeted Jaye with petulance for torturing her.

“What took you so long!” She flailed her fat arms out the serving window when she finally caught sight of Jaye. “Get me out of here!”

“Ah-ah-ah, first things first.” Jaye reminded her, leaning in the window.

Peg offered the donut up in her hands like a sacrament, her eyes closed and mouth open.

Jaye took the donut out of Peg’s hands and teased it across Peg’s lips, Peg reached out her tongue to touch. Their public feeding had escalated dramatically since the first time at the cafe months ago. 

Peg opened her eyes, “please.”

Finally the donut was in her mouth, she made short work of it and sucked the crumbs off Jaye’s fingers.

“Ready to go home?”

“YES.” Peg closed the window and worked to turn herself around to the door. The kiosk was so tight now, her movement was severely limited. She backed herself up as much as she could and pulled her belly in as Jaye walked around back and opened the door. 

The door immediately met Peg’s belly. She sucked in and backpedaled against the opposite wall while Jaye pushed on the door, “we need to turn these hinges around and make this door open outward instead.”

That was a good idea, but Peg was feeling pessimistic about the future, “take the door off entirely, what’s the point, we’ll be boarding this place up soon enough.”

Finally the door was open, giving Jaye the first clear view of her enormous lover, wedged in The Donut Hole. Jaye could no longer enter the Donut Hole with Peg, once the door was open and Peg exhaled, her fat reached past the threshold, she filled the space entirely. Jaye got up on her tiptoes and put her hands on Peg’s expansive belly to reach her lips for a kiss. 

Jaye grabbed Peg’s bag while Peg worked herself sideways through the door, when she’d gotten as far as she could on her own, Jaye took her arm to pull. While Peg had grown accustomed to this very public routine, it still made her blush. Out of the corner of her eye she kept a tally of how many passerby’s noticed what was happening.

SNAP SNAP SNAP, the door frame clipped off the buttons from the front of her strained dress one by one as she tried to force her belly through. Jaye watched the buttons fall to the ground, “did you bring a coat with you?”

Peg shook her head, “I’ll have to wear an apron home.” She could not get over how quickly she’d gone from getting stuck for the first time in her life three months ago in the donut costume, to getting stuck every day, twice a day in The Donut Hole kiosk. She wasn’t sure if she was lucky to have Jaye to help her of if Jaye was the cause of all this. 

And as she was getting fatter every day, every day it was getting harder and harder to pass through the door. Every time they did it, it was the most difficult time they’d encountered. While the increasing difficulty excited Jaye, it worried Peg, since she knew the day would come that difficult would become impossible. 

Today was that day.

Both Jaye and Peg were very aware that no progress was being made but neither wanted to be the first to mention it, so they kept working until the pain in Peg’s arm became too much for her. “Stop, wait.” She was out of breath. She looked down at herself, wedged halfway through the door, the old cast iron frame drew a line straight between her boobs, down her hanging belly. Behind she could feel the frame between her butt cheeks. Despite having had to squeeze through this door every day since she first inspected The Donut Hole, wedged as she was in the frame brought an intimate awareness of how small it was.

Jaye’s expression was a combination of excitement and concern. She ran to the opposite side of the kiosk and opened the serving window to hop inside.

Even with half of Peg out of the kiosk, there still wasn’t much room for Jaye. She braced her feet against the opposite wall and pushed into Peg’s hip. Peg tried to throw her considerable weight out the door. She made no progress but the entire Donut Hole kiosk rocked with her, ingredients rattled on the shelves.

Not ready to say out loud what was happening, Peg danced around it. “Maybe today’s my last day of work.”

Jaye gave Peg a supportive peck on the cheek and held her hand. Her eyes surveyed the situation, wondered around the room to the donut maker.

“Well,” she said with a grin that transformed from impish to devilish as she turned the donut maker back on, “if this is your last day.”

“Jaye, what are you doing?” Peg was in no mood for her weirdo sex games. 

“Well we’re not going anywhere, and you have worked up quite an appetite.” The oil was heating up, Jaye started preparing the dough. Peg didn’t know how Jaye learned to do everything, since there was never room for the two of them in the kiosk she’d hadn’t had a chance to teach her.

“Donuts are what got me into this mess.” Peg grabbed her wedged belly for emphasis.

“Maybe donuts are just what we need to get you out of this mess.” Jaye was dropping the batter into the oil now.

“That doesn’t make any sense-“ Peg’s belly interrupted her with an audible rumble in response to the smell of fresh donuts. “You stay out of this.” She tapped her belly. 

The first donuts were off the assembly line, Jaye knew which dipped toppings were Peg’s favorite. 

Suspicious and reluctant, Peg took the first bite Jaye offered her. Even though she’d been eating donuts all day, it was more delicious than she’d imagined it could be. She noticed Jaye preparing more batter. “How many are you making?” Jaye fed her another donut in response. 

Peg quickly lost count of how many donuts Jaye had fed her, but she could feel their effect on her belly. The door frame was now painfully tight. “What if I make you a deal, you can feed me all you want at home, after you get me out of here.” 

“You’re in no position to negotiate,” Jaye pushed another donut into Peg’s mouth. It tasted so good, Peg didn’t understand why she wouldn’t be sick of them at this point, she was never able to eat like this before.

The donuts kept coming, and Peg kept eating them, she was so full.

With the fullness came a new feeling, first in her nipples, then between her legs. She was getting turned on. 

Peg had always considered her enjoyment of food to be within the normal range of people’s experiences, it had never been sexual before, this was new. Before she could come to terms with it, before she could process this new experience, another donut was in her mouth, each one was better than the last, how was that possible? 

A moan escaped her lips, part sexual, part painful. Jaye kissed her and put another donut in her mouth.

“Get me out of here, I want you to fuck me.” Surely sex would make Jaye stop feeding her.

“There’s no getting you out of there, you’re stuck.” Another donut, Peg’s gambit didn’t work. Did Jaye really mean that? There was no hope of getting her out? It was so nihilistic, so unlike Jaye.

“There must be something we can do.” Another donut, where were they all coming from?

“We’re doing the only thing we can do, given the circumstances.” Peg knew that wasn’t true.

“There’s still lots of things we can try still that we haven’t tried yet. What about the oil? You could slather me in oil to lubricate me.” Who could resist an offer like that?

More donuts. “Why do you keep asking to get out? This is all you’ve ever wanted.” 

What did that mean? “Jaye, this is your fantasy not mine.”

“If that’s true, why are you dripping wet?” Jaye kissed her between donuts. “I can smell you.”

Peg had to concede that. Here she was, the fattest she’d ever been, stuck in a doorway, on a public street surrounded by people, being fed donuts, and instead of being mortified, she couldn’t remember being hornier in all her life. “I-I-” another donut.

Peg couldn’t take it anymore, she wanted out, she wanted to cum, donut still in her mouth she threw herself out of the door, not budging in the least, it was tighter now, getting tighter with every bite, tighter than the donut costume, tighter than the chair. 

“I’m stuck, I’m stuck.” Panic was mixing with the horniness, another donut, why wasn’t Jaye helping her? “Why aren’t you helping me?”

“I am helping you,” Jaye said, putting another donut into Peg’s mouth, “I’m helping you cum.”

“No you’re not, you’re just feeding me,” saying it out loud made it real, gave it life. Jaye paused for a moment between donuts and smiled, placing another donut in front of Peg’s lips but not pushing it in. 

Tears welled up in Peg’s eyes, “feed me.”

Jaye fed her.

Donut, after donut, after donut.

The pain of fullness, the pain of constriction, the wildness of unsatisfied horniness, Peg was thrashing in the doorway, the entire kiosk rocked with her. “More.”

More donuts.

“More!”

Peg pawed at herself, wishing she could reach her clit under her belly apron of fat, but wedged as she was she couldn’t reach, she began rhythmically rocking in the door, she could feel the beginning waves of an impending orgasm. 

“Don’t stop.”

Jaye kept feeding her. 

The entire kiosk shook as Peg rocked back and forth on her way to orgasm, oil sloshed in the fryer, ingredients fell off the shelves. 

Peg could no longer tell if she was surrounded by people on a public street, she could only see Jaye.

“Jaye,” another donut, “make me fatter.”

CRACK, fractures scattered across the glass windows of the kiosk! BEEP 

Peg took a final donut into her mouth and came, throwing all her weight towards freedom! BEEP 

BANG, the bolts shot out from the cast iron frame of the kiosk! BEEP 

The Donut Hole kiosk gave way under Peg’s near quarter ton weight, collapsing into a pile of rubble! BEEP 

“AHHHHHH!” Peg shot up in bed, covered in sweat. 

She was disoriented in the dark, she kicked her covers off, still feeling like she was buried in rubble. She was breathing erratically. She felt herself up and down, she was fat, but the fat she knew, not the quarter-ton she’d weighed in her dream. Her pussy was wet. She could still taste the dream donut in her mouth. What was happening to her?

There was a beeping from her bedside table. Peg looked at her phone:

5:00am: “Opening day!”