40 for 40, Chapter 15: Honey I'm Home

The thrilling conclusion of my new weight gain/stuck story 40 for 40.

CHAPTER 15: HONEY I’M HOME

Marion heard Roger’s keys in the door. “Thank God.” Her unintentional imprisonment was coming to an end.

Roger was in the door and past the playroom before she could call him. 

“I’m back!” He was shouting upstairs, he must have heard the shower. 

“Roger! I’m here!”

He couldn’t hear her. 

She could tell he was walking towards the kitchen, she remembered the cake hadn’t been iced yet, there was a lot she’d planned on doing today instead of being stuck. “Dammit.”

“Roger!”

She heard him go up the stairs. He’s going to try and fuck me in the shower again but he’s going to find an empty running shower with no more hot water.

Mercifully she heard the shower turn off. Finally!

“Marion?”

She could hear him walking around upstairs. She shouted towards the open porthole beside her. “Roger!” Could he hear her? She wondered how long this could go on.

“Marion where are you?” He was back at the stairs. 

“Roger! I’m in the playroom!”

Footsteps down the stairs. “What are you doing down there?”

“I need… -help.”

This wasn’t how she’d planned his birthday. Even if she’d planned getting stuck in the porthole, her sweatpants and old t-shirt weren’t the sexy lingerie she had in mind.

“Where are you?” 

She could just twist herself to see out the porthole beside her back to the doorway of the playroom where she could see Roger frozen, staring at her enormous ass sticking out of the porthole.

“Um- I’m stuck.”

Roger wasn’t moving. She’d bricked him again. Only he was too far away to press reset. 

“I was looking for a necklace to wear tonight and it was gone and I thought maybe the kids had buried it, you know how they’re always burying treasure in the pirate ship, and well, I’m much fatter than the last time I squeezed through here and I got stuck.”

He leaned against the door, weak kneed. She was afraid he was going to faint, he’d be no use to her unconscious. 

“You’re… stuck?”

“Yep.”

She rocked back and forth to demonstrate her lack of progress.

Roger stepped slowly towards her, lowering down to his knees. He put a supportive hand on her back. He poked his head through the porthole beside her. “You can’t get out?”

She felt his hand move from her back to her ass. She kissed him, “I can’t budge. I’m wedged tight.”

She wiggled her butt.

The next thing she knew Roger was gone from the porthole and tugging down her pants and her panties. She laughed. 

“Are you going to help me?” She couldn’t wait. 

“I’m going to help you.”

Roger spread her thighs and shoved his tongue into her. 

“Yes!” That’s what Marion had been missing this whole day stuck in the hole, contact.

Marion thrashed inside the pirate ship, trying to brace herself, grab hold. She was too horny, it was maddening.

“Roger, fuck me. Please fuck me.”

Before she could finish he was inside- AH!

She pushed herself into back him, deeper, deeper.

Every thrust shoved her forward, but her wedged belly sprung her back, she wasn’t going anywhere. 

“Rog- my clit- my clit -now -please.” 

Roger got his hand underneath her and pressed hard on her clit as he thrusted. “OH!”

Her orgasm was intense, her entire body spasmed and shook.

UNNNGH UNNGH UNGH

She felt Roger cum with her, and slump over her ass.

Marion was shakey. She was catching her breath but also involuntarily crying. Even the sensation of Roger pulling out made her spasm again. She wondered how soon before Roger would be ready to go again, she felt like she could cum forever right now. She couldn’t wait.

“R-R-o-Roger, get my vibrator -please.”

“Really? You want more?”

“Please -hurry.” She couldn’t form sentences.

Roger pulled on his boxers and ran upstairs. 

“Where is it!?”

Marion came out of her haze, her vibrator wasn’t upstairs anymore. “Um- on top of the refrigerator!”

“The refrigerator?”

She heard Roger hop back downstairs. 

Roger came back in with her vibrator and lube, “what was it doing in your secret snack basket?”

Inside the pirate ship, Marion was blushing, caught, “um…” even stuck as she was, she hadn’t decided yet if she wanted to share her burgeoning midnight feeding Claustrophilia fetish with Roger. 

At least Roger wasn’t waiting for an answer, she felt the lubed vibrator against her lips.

She saw stars when he clicked it on. Momentarily paused, her intense spasming orgasm resumed suddenly. She couldn’t keep her legs under her, her arms couldn’t hold her up.

“Oh God.” UUUUUUNNNGNGGGH Eh-Eh-Eh-Eh-Ha-Eh-Ha-Eh-Ha

She’d reached her limit. 

She flailed her hand in the open porthole beside her, “sss-s-top, ss-t-op.”

Roger turned off the vibrator. He put it down and snuggled up against her in the ship. He hugged one thigh and rubbed her ass, kissing her hip. Marion wanted to go to sleep like this.

“What a birthday present.”

Marion laughed.

“This wasn’t even supposed to be a present, this was an accident.”

Roger moved his hand from her ass to her love handles and lower half of her belly, hanging out from the porthole, “but it was your birthday present that did it.”

“That’s true.”

“Shall we get you out of there?”

Marion wasn’t sure it was possible. “If you think you can…”

Roger got up and stood behind her and took a firm grip of her hips, his hands inside the fold of fat under her love handles. He placed one foot up on the ship.

“Ready.”

Marion sucked in as much as she good, not leaving herself much air to speak, “-ready-”

Roger pulled, Marion braced her hands against the ladder inside and pushed herself back, “Oh!”

She tried to swing her bottom half from side to side, hoping she could inch her belly back one side at a time, Roger followed her lead and pulled in either direction as she swayed. 

Nothing. 

Marion gasped for air, “ow, ow, ow!”

Roger rubbed her back and poked his head inside the porthole next to Marion, “you okay?”

His head beside hers took her by surprise, she was sweaty, her hair a mess from exertion, “I’m okay, just stuck. Really really stuck.”

He gave her a sweat kiss and brushed the hair from her face.

“Let’s see what we’re working against here.”

Roger took his head out of the porthole and Marion heard a CLICK a CLACK and suddenly the entire deck of the ship over her head lifted open up like a door!

“What the fuck! Since when does it open like that!” 

Roger looked down at her from above and laughed, “It’s always opened this way, come on Mar- I’ve showed you this before.”

Marion had never seen this, “You mean all these years I’ve been squeezing in and out of these stupid holes and the lid opened the whole time?!”

“I thought you were just doing it that way because you knew it turned me on. I always open the lid to clean the toys out.”

“I didn’t even know this was one of your weirdo things, I thought it was the only way in. A little relieved to know you can’t fit through either.”

“Oh, no, I can fit through just fine,” Roger slipped out of the porthole beside her and then back in the porthole on the other side of her.

“Okay, okay, okay, that’s enough, show off,” the disparity in their sizes both turned Marion on and frustrated her endlessly. 

“So you didn’t do this for my birthday?”

“In my sweatpants? Give me some credit!” Marion wondered what sartorial choices went with getting stuck in a porthole. “I really was looking for my necklace.”

“I saw your outfit laid out upstairs. You were looking for the one I got you for your birthday to match?”

“That was the plan. But even after all this trouble it wasn’t in the treasure chest.”

“Let’s see.” Roger lifted the lid of the chest, he better not find it thought Marion, not after all this. He unraveled the construction paper, “did you follow the map?”

“No, I was -um distracted,” she didn’t want to talk about how much chocolate she’d eaten.

Roger showed her the map, crudely drawn but clearly showing their house, “looks like your necklace is here” he puts his finger on an X, in Marion and Roger’s bedroom, under their bed.

“Damn pirates.”

Roger laughed and crouched down next to Marion’s stuck top half, he took her crop top in his hands, “let’s take a look, do you mind?”

“Go ahead, no point of being half-naked.”

He pulled her top off and examined where the top half of her belly met the porthole. He ran his hands across her fat, unsuccessfully attempted to squeeze a finger in-between her and the wood. “It’s tight.”

“You’re telling me.”

She felt Roger’s lips kiss her fat. That felt nice. “Mmmm.”

“Well there’s more of you outside than in.”

“So I gotta go back.”

“There’s just still so much of you on this side,” Roger thought aloud. 

“There is a lot of me everywhere now,” Marion smiled. 

Roger kissed her cheek. 

“Maybe if we pushed?”

Marion wasn’t optimistic, “sure.”

She put her hands up on Roger’s shoulders and he put his hands on her shoulders. 

“Okay?”

Outside, Marion got a leg up to pull herself back, “okay.”

Roger pushed.

“Oh!” Marion folded up against the inside of the ship as Roger pushed. She fell back into her increasing fat rolls. 

Inside she was getting squashed, outside she was getting stretched as her legs pulled and tugged, “Ohhhh- ungh!”

Roger backed off and then hugged her, she collapsed in his arms, her head against his chest.

Marion was flushed and sweating. 

“You’re really stuck.”

“No kidding.” 

She noticed Roger was getting hard again, it was about time.

She slid her hand into his boxers and pulled him out, Roger laughed, “what about getting you out?”

Marion stroked him and cupped him and pulled him towards her, “well, since I’m not going anywhere just this minute-“ she licked his head.

“Oh wow-” gasped Roger as he sat back on the treasure chest, his back to the wall.

Suddenly Roger grabbed Marion under her arms and pulled her! “MMMPPPHHH” Robert was pulling her while she sucked on him, pulling her into him. It felt wild, it was hard to maintain her movements up and down while Roger pulled her forward and her fat pulled her back. Weird as it was though she dug it. She never thought her blowjobs were terribly memorable, but this was certainly memorable. 

Roger pulled, and pulled and Marion stretched and stretched and swallowed him -Ahhhhh

Marion’s fat yanked her back and Roger with her and his cum with him.

Swallow, lick, smile.

Weak, Roger laid down in the pirate ship, breathing heavily. 

She licked her lips and patted the top half of her belly, “aperitif!” She laughed at her own joke, self satisfied. 

Roger chuckled. “Let’s get you to dinner.”

“I’ve certainly worked up an appetite, what time is it?”

“6:30”

“Six-thirty! Oh god, we’re not going to make our dinner reservation,” exclaimed Marion, genuinely shocked at how long she’d been stuck and a little worried that she might never get out.

“Our reservation’s not until 8, there’s still time.”

“And I’m still stuck!”

“We’ll get you out.”

“You keep saying that, but I’m still stuck.”

“That’s because you keep wanting sex instead.”

“Well excuse me for being horny!”

“No more sex until we get you unstuck.”

Marion didn’t like the sound of that, “now you really do have to get me out.”

“We’ve tried this direction, we’ve tried that direction…”

“What about soap? That got me unstuck in the shower.”

“Hmmm… water and soap might strip the finish off the wood.”

“Is that- bad?” As bad as her being stuck forever, Marion wanted to ask.

“No, I can sand it back down, oil it, wax it, polish it, just takes time.”

“Soap or something, some kind of lubricant. What’s left in the bottle of lube there?”

“Even a full bottle isn’t enough to cover you.”

“What else lubricates?”

“Grease.”

“Gross.”

“Oil, butter.”

“Yum.”

Roger poked Marion’s fat, wedged belly, “the butter goes on you, not in you, ya butterball.”

“Oh no, I used all the butter in you cake- your cake! Oh no, it’s not finished!”

Roger gave Marion a gentle pat on the head, “well… you could finish it for me now.”

Marion blushed and laughed a goofy, unselfconscious laugh, “I-um…” she salivated at the thought.

Roger kissed her, his tongue intertwined with hers. He disappeared out the porthole beside her. 

Marion’s ass bounced and wiggled with anticipation.

She listened to Roger rummaging in the kitchen. She heard cabinets and refrigerators open. Then whisking, whisking? She was hoping he’d simply reappear with the cake, that he was taking the time to finish it properly made her impatient.

“Um, Roger! In case you’ve forgotten, you’re fat wife is stuck. And naked. -And horny!”

“I haven’t forgotten! I’ll never forget!”

Marion had to admit this was an unforgettable birthday, even if not entirely how she’d planned it, “there’s also a birthday present on the counter.”

“My birthday present is right in front of me,” she peeked out the porthole next to her to see Roger in the doorway staring at her ass, his own birthday cake in his hands, now iced with a candle on top. She laughed and swung her ass from side to side in response. 

“Okay, wait, hold on.” Marion took a moment to compose herself and turn on her best breathless Marilyn impersonation, “happy birthday to you-“

Roger stepped into the pirate ship and placed the cake before Marion on top of the treasure chest.

“-happy birthday to you, happy birthday Roger, happy birthday to you.”

Roger sat next to her and blew out the candle. He took out a knife and cut a square of cake, bringing it to Marion’s lips.

“It’s your cake, you should at least have the first bite,” but she wanted it.

There was a devilish glint in Roger’s eyes.

“Every bite?” She really wanted it.

Roger smiled, “every” KISS “bite” KISS

Marion took the first bite, and more, and more. Her already tight confines were getting impossibly tighter as her belly filled with cake. She was getting wet again. 

“I’m never getting unstuck am I?” she asked breathlessly.

Roger answered the question with another offer of cake, and another, and another.

Marion took it all, Roger followed with a kiss. Marion’s breathing got heavier as she got hotter, forehead to forehead their eyes locked. 

“Happy 40th.”

THE END