She Came in Through the Bathroom Window: Chapter 4

Chapter 4 of 5 of my latest weight gain/stuck story! Tune in for the thrilling conclusion next week!

CHAPTER 4

Maria brings a forkful of pecan pie to Melissa’s lips. “You’re an incredible baker” Melissa says between breaths.

“They never let me make this kind of stuff at the restaurant, too traditional, too low class, too uncool. I try to get it out of my system when I’m out here.” 

“Obviously you need to…” Melissa’s breath interrupts her, “start your own restaurant.”

“Obviously.”

Melissa licks the last pie crumb off of Maria’s finger. 

“What do you want next? Apple crumble? Caramel bars?”

A worry creeps across Melissa’s forehead. “As amazing as all this is…” Melissa surveys all the empty platters and trays beneath the window. Inside the bathroom a menagerie of sex toys on the floor mirrors the empty plates. She has to catch her breath.

Maria looks disappointed, “you running out of room?”

“My lungs are running out of room. Maybe if I wasn’t so… constricted?” She nods her head back towards the window, as if either of them could have forgotten the predicament that introduced them.

“Time to get you unstuck?”

“If it’s possible. We certainly haven’t been helping matters all day.” She pats her stuffed upper belly, impossibly tight in the window.

Maria knew her fantasy couldn’t last forever. She reminded herself that their relationship doesn’t have to end once Melissa got unstuck. “Unstuck.” She said to herself, it was a puzzle.

“Preferably without the fire department and a construction crew, if we can help it.” There was anxiety in Melissa’s voice as she saw a very public show in her future.

“No way! It’s just you and me babe!” The thought of sharing Melissa with anyone got her dander up. “I have every intention of fucking you senseless the moment we get you out of there and I don’t want anyone around to spoil it!”

Melissa couldn’t help but smile at Maria’s excitement. She had worried that asking to get out would make her a downer, but she could see that their fun didn’t have to end once she got unstuck. “So… how do we do it?”

While she puzzled, Maria wiped her hands of the pie crust. She rubbed one of the pastry flakes between her fingers. Gears were turning. “Lard!”

Melissa is taken aback from the outburst.

“Lard! In the pie crust! I prefer butter myself, but these holidays are about experimentation so I used lard instead.”

Melissa had trouble following the train of thought. “You’re afraid the crust wasn’t flakey enough? I liked it! It was very flakey.”

Maria grabbed Melissa’s belly and kissed her. “We are going to grease you up, we are going to cover you in lard, in butter, in oil, you’re going to slide right out of that window like my lubed up strap-on after I’m done with you.”

Melissa blushed, the strap-on had been fun. Even hearing the word strap-on had brought on a pavlovian response, a simultaneous wetness between her legs and the taste memory of Maria’s chocolate mousse that she had been eating while getting fucked.

Maria ran back to the kitchen, rummaged through the fridge and presses. She filled a box with every lard, butter and oil she could find. She decided she better start with Melissa’s top half, because if she went into Melissa’s bottom half, she’d instantly forget her task at hand and start fucking her again.

There was a look of disappointment in Melissa’s face when Maria returned with the box of lube.

“What’s the matter? I thought you wanted to get out?” Maria didn’t know what she’d done wrong.

“Well,” Melissa felt silly for getting upset, “it’s just that every other time you disappeared off to the kitchen… you came back with something to eat.”

Maria almost cried she was so happy. She put the box down on the trash can and kissed Melissa passionately. “You’re right! I’m a fool. I’ll never make such a stupid mistake ever again.” They both laughed. “Be right back.”

Melissa looked down into the box. She didn’t recognize the butter, she picked it up to read the package. Gourmet, imported, salted, European. A cheeky temptation took hold and Melissa unwrapped the butter. She gave it a lick, and then another, soon the head of the stick was in her mouth.

“Excuse me!” Maria had rounded the corner of the house with a tub of homemade ice cream. 

Melissa was caught, again. Maria snatched the butter from Melissa’s hands. “We’re going need every ounce of this to cover you!”

“Sorry, but American butter is so flavorless! Where did you get that?”

“I told you, I work for a fancy restaurant. Fancy restaurant, fancy ingredients. Now THIS, this is for eating.” She shoves the ice cream and spoon into Melissa’s hands. 

“Thank you.”

“Wait no, she snatched back the ice cream and spoon.”

“Hey!” Melissa is indignant.

“First, we need to take off your shirt and bra.”

“Oh, of course, fine, just hurry and give me back my ice cream.”

Melissa tries to pull the outgrown shirt up and over but quickly becomes tangled. While it eagerly slipped off her expanded belly, she found her arms and bust stuck and unable to get herself out. She doesn’t have much wiggle room in the window.

Maria can’t contain her smile. She lunges forward and bites Melissa’s hanging belly.

“YEOWCH!” She thrashes, unable to see her horny attacker from inside her shirt.

Maria dodges Melissa’s swinging torso and kisses her side.

“Get me out of here you relentless tormenter!”

Maria grabs the shirt and pulls, it really is stuck, she can hear seams popping as she tugs. “How attached are you to this shirt?”

“At the moment, I’m intimately attached to it.”

“I can see that, I mean…”

“I know what you mean, just get it off me! What does it matter, I may as well be out here in the middle of nowhere, naked as a jaybird.”

Maria finds a weak stitch and rips the red shirt, revealing a flushed and out of breath Melissa inside.

“My hero.”

“Lets hope getting you out of the window is as easy.”

Melissa’s bra comes off much easier. Maria gets to work on lubricating Melissa’s upper belly while Melissa gets to work eating Maria’s homemade pistachio ice cream. 

Maria slathers Melissa’s rolls of fat with… more fat. She lifts and pulls at Melissa’s belly, trying to find the offending window underneath. She tries to work her lubricated hands between Melissa and the window but despite Melissa’s infinite fluffiness, there is no gap between her skin and the window frame. Maria can’t even fit in a finger. It’s the first time the direness of Melissa’s situation really hits her. “This really is tight isn’t it?”

“Have you ever worn a corset?”

“Yeah…”

“Well imagine if the person tightening it didn’t listen to your pleas for mercy or air.”

“Sorry, I didn’t realize it was so uncomfortable.” Maria felt guilty for indulging all her horny fantasies at the expense of Melissa’s comfort. 

“Honestly, weighed against the sex and the food, it’s totally worth it.”

Maria breathed a sigh of relief. 

As a last step she dumps a half bottle of olive oil down Melissa’s back and watched as it ran down her fat rolls and pools in her back fat dimples. 

“And now, for the inside!” Maria was too eager.

Melissa grabs Maria’s arm, surprising her.

“No more sex until I’m unstuck.”

Maria was shocked. “Mel, I’m shocked, hurt even, that you would think that I wouldn’t prioritize your freedom over my sexual gratification.”

Melissa doesn’t buy it, doesn’t let go of Maria’s arm. “I mean it. I won’t fuck you again until I’m free. And if you try any funny stuff I’ll stop eating.”

That last part stung. Multiple waves of panic swept over Maria, what if she couldn’t get Melissa out? what if she starves herself and undoes all of Maria’s feeding? She thought she had been in control this whole time, she thought Melissa had been at her mercy, but now she realized she was only serving at the pleasure of Melissa. She could feel herself getting petulant, insolent. It wasn’t fair, she wanted to fuck Melissa right this second. She hated not being in charge, it’s why she’d worked her way up to head chef so quickly. Maria took a deep breath. She reminded herself that this was a dream come true, that Melissa was a waddling, wobbling fantasy woman, who just wedged herself straight into Maria’s life. She had to play it cool. She had to put her overwhelming horniness to good use and motivate herself to get Melissa unstuck as fast as possible. 

“Not even a kiss?” Maybe Maria could cover her panic with humor. 

Melissa gives her an untrusting side eye. “Kisses are allowed, but only on the lips.” Maria’s giddy demeanor gives herself away. “The lips on my face you horndog!” She kisses Maria and then shoves her away. “Now hurry! I’m already impatient with withholding sex!”