The Diva, Chapter 6: Quiet on Set (Patreon)

Chapter 6 of my 8th stuck story, The Diva.

CHAPTER 6: QUIET ON SET

“Oh god, oh hun, here, let me-“ Clementine put the tray back down on the dining table.

“Well don’t leave with the food!” Regina protested.

Flustered Clementine went back for the tray and brought it into the bathroom, holding it up to the shower door for Regina to select a few items.

Regina placed a few items on her belly to wait their turn as she held onto a burrito and took a bite.

Clementine put the rest of the tray down on the bathroom sink.

“Oh Reggie,” she leaned into Regina’s fat and wrapped her arms around her neck, giving her a kiss on the cheek while she ate.

She stayed there, resting her head on Regina’s wet chest and rubbing her wedged belly.

“I should really get Regina out of there,” thought Clementine, “eating isn’t the best idea in this situation…”

But instead of acting on her rational thoughts, Clementine turned her face into Regina’s breast and kissed.

A soft squeak of a moan slipped out of Regina, her mouth full and Clementine’s teeth on her nipple, she had a hard time comprehending what was happening. What had she done to deserve this ingénue, not only waiting on her hand and foot, feeding her, assisting her, but filled with unbridled lust for her, her at her oldest, her at her fattest, her not only stuck in a shower, but still eating, still!

And yet she could see the desire in Clementine as she took Regina’s breast into her mouth. She could feel the way she grabbed Regina’s inner thigh, her belly, her fupa, that she wanted to grab her, that she couldn’t keep her hands off of her.

What had she done to deserve this?

In between bites Regina pulled Clementine up by the back of her short butch haircut and kissed her.

As Clementine went back down to reach her hand between Regina’s legs, Regina couldn’t help but think, is this weird? Being so fat, being so stuck, being so hungry and so horny?

Maybe not individually. Having sex while fat isn’t weird, she’d certainly done that before to varying degrees of success, she didn’t have a lot of experience with bondage but they way Clementine worked to pleasure her while she was stuck wasn’t that different from being tied up, the relationship between food and sex was well documented, if rarely explored.

But as she ate, peering beyond her wedged belly to see Clementine kneeling before her, feeling Clementine’s hand inside her as she took another bite, and another, and knowing there was an entire film crew less than 100 yards away from them, taking that in all at once felt very weird, in a thrilling way.

A short while ago, having her first gay sex with Clementine would have ranked as the best sex of her life. But despite its incredible significance, as Clementine rolled her fingers on Regina’s clit with one hand and thrusted her fist inside her with the other, Regina could already sense it being displaced in the top spot. “How can I recreate this at home?” she thought, dreamlike, having spent so much money over the years rearranging her house and her life to suit her fatness, now she wondered if she could buy an old airstream trailer and park it in her backyard for Clementine to fuck her stuck in.

Her hands shook as she tried to keep eating, her coordination failing her, her belly and thighs wobbled as the waves started, Clementine bit Regina’s hanging apron belly and Regina was gone, with one hand she shoved the remaining food into her mouth and with the other she grabbed Clementine’s short hair to brace herself for what was cumming.

Had she not been wedged she would have fallen, Regina’s knees buckled as she came, MMMPPH- MMMPPHH- MMMPH- her mouth was still full, she swallowed before the next wave hit, OH- OH- UNGH- UNGH- oh Clem- oh god- SQUEAK

Clementine beamed with pride as she looked up at Regina’s clenched face as she came again and again, her mouth open in a silent scream. Clementine buried her face in Regina’s enormous belly, feeling the jiggles pulse through her with every orgasm.

When she couldn’t take anymore, Regina, thrashed slightly, unmoving in her predicament, but clumsily petted Clementine on the back of the hand to signal the end.

Clementine stayed on her knees, rubbing Regina’s thighs and belly, as a cool down while Regina caught her breath.

Regina opened her eyes to see Clementine below her staring back, she wanted to open her eyes to her face every day for the rest of her life.

HUFF- HUFF- “Now you,” huff- huff-

Clementine kissed her way back to her feet until she reached Regina’s lips, “now me, what?”

One arm still trapped in the shower, Regina struggled to undo Clementines belt and button with one hand, Clementine hung off of Regina, her arms around her neck, her face turning red, and her breath quickening…

Regina slipped her fingers down Clementine’s jeans and boxer briefs, “Jesus- you’re so wet.”

Clementine was already beginning to shake.

“Did I do that?” Regina meant this in a sexy way but was also surprised by how horny Clementine was, seemingly for her.

With a quivering laughter, Clementine responded, “who else?”

Clementine was so wet that Regina’s fingers were slipping, she fumbled to find her clit but when she did it was like flipping a circuit breaker.

HHHNGH- HHNNGG- HHNNG- HHH- HHH- HHH-

Regina could feel Clementine go limp, falling into her fat, hang off of her, she wasn’t even touching her anymore, she used her hand to hug Clementine and hold her up.

“That was so fast! I barely touched you,” if they hadn’t just had a good amount of sex a little while before, Regina would have thought Clementine suffered from premature orgasm.

“Sorry, it’s just-“ Clementine was getting worked up in her post-orgasm euphoria, “you’re so fucking sexy, and this- this is so fucking sexy-“

“My being stuck is sexy?” Regina couldn’t contain her laughter.

“Stuck, and eating, and naked, and dripping wet, and I’ve already cum once today which makes my clit super sensitive-“ Clementine was trying to stop from herself from saying “I love you” but she felt like she was either going to say that or cry with the adrenaline rushing through her.

“I love you,” Regina wanted to beat her to the punch.

Clementine’s hyperventilated breathing stopped and she stared wide-eyed at Regina, “you- love me?”

Regina had a funny kind of smirk on her face, she didn’t know what to make of this skinny dyke who thought her fat stuck butt was sexy, but in not knowing what to make of it she decided to call it love.

“You’re hilarious.”

Regina Beliare was calling her hilarious? Clementine was getting dizzy, she sat down on the toilet.

“You’re calling ME hilarious?”

“Yeah! You make me laugh, and I dated enough dirtbag comedians in the 90’s to make me a tough audience, but come here- you feed me, you’re giving me the best sex of my life, I’m currently stuck in a shower and you somehow find that even sexier, like I said, you’re hilarious and I love you for it you little weirdo.”

In a flash Clementine pounced up onto Regina, grabbing her fat cheeks and kissing her hard, and harder, “I love you!”

“I know you do,” Regina laughed.

“Am I that obvious?” Clementine cried.

Regina had encountered so many fan-crushes before but Clementine felt different, even if she was also a fan harboring a crush, it was obvious that Clementine was more interested in the fat 45 year old in front of her than the 20 year old Postal cast member, “you are so obvious.”

Clementine laughed and kissed her again.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

“Regina needed in hair and makeup.”

Their eyes locked in frozen terror, gazing down in unison to Regina’s wedged belly.