40 for 40, Chapter 14: Treasure (Reprise)

The penultimate chapter of my new weight gain/stuck story, 40 for 40! Tune in for the finale next week! 

CHAPTER 14: TREASURE (REPRISE) 

Marion took the cake out of the oven.

She looked forward to eating it. It was Roger’s cake, but she imagined the way things had been going he’d only manage a taste himself. 

But it had to cool before she could ice it.

She left it on the cooling rack next to Roger’s wrapped present. 

Roger was out dropping the kids at his parents. She was trying to make everything just right before he got back. She was wearing the latest size up in her favorite jersey house pants. Her crop top, miraculously, was only just starting to get tight, she’d had it so long she hoped her weight receded before she outgrew it entirely. 

Upstairs, Marion turned on the shower and laid out her outfit for their night out. She’d bought this dress recently enough that it should only be slightly too tight, which she knew Roger would appreciate. She considered choosing an even smaller one, but she expected to eat a lot at dinner tonight, her final big feed to cap the end of her plan. There was a necklace Roger had just given her for her 40th that she thought would work perfectly with her ensemble and tie it all together thematically since it was her 40th that inspired her plan for his 40th. 

Marion opened her jewelry box. Empty.

“Aargh! Damn pirates!”

Marion left the shower on and jiggled down the stairs. She had a plan and didn’t like when things didn’t go according to plan.

The pirate ship in the playroom. 

Marion poked her head into each porthole, until she spotted it. The treasure chest. 

The props for the kids pirate games had gotten more elaborate. Swords, eye patches, and now a treasure chest. She wasn’t sure how they’d gotten it in there, it seemed bigger than all the openings. 

Marion was intimately aware of the size of the openings, having made multiple secret rendezvous in the middle of the night to play stuck in the portholes and masturbate. She was always extra careful to stop short of getting completely stuck. She’d squeeze in just enough to spark a bit of thrilling panic and steal her breath before backing out again to use her vibrator. 

Marion pushed her arms and head through the porthole nearest the treasure chest. She had to put her weight behind her to squish her fat upper arms through. 

She wasn’t taking the time, the finesse, that she would in the middle of the night. 

Arms and head through, Marion reached for the treasure chest. Not even close. 

“Damn pirates.”

Marion let all the air out of her lungs and pushed her hands against the inside of the haul and twisting while she rocked back and forth with her full force of her unknown weight. 

“Ow!”

Marion massaged her tits. She wouldn’t normally force them through so fast and rough.

She reached for the treasure chest. It was teasingly within reach. She could just brush it with the tip of her middle finger.

This was as far as she’d ever gone lately. At night she enjoyed the feeling of her fat belly outside the porthole. But she hadn’t tried to squeeze any further than this. Her belly was so large now, it seemed like a recipe for trouble.

But the treasure chest was right there.

Marion took a moment to compose herself, she planted her arms and legs. She had a vision for how tonight was going to go and her necklace was part of that vision.

She sucked in as much as she could and pushed. 

Her crop top had ran out, nothing to relieve the friction, the flesh of her belly, already sweaty was sticking to the wood of the porthole. 

Marion couldn’t remember the last time she’d fit through the porthole. But this time she didn’t have to get all the way through, she just had to reach the treasure chest. 

Her feet slid against the hardwood outside the pirate ship. Marion tried to feel how much of her belly was getting through. Not much.

She reached for the treasure chest. She could touch it with the tips of her fingers, but couldn’t get a grip on it to pull it towards her

She was so close.

“Come on Marion.”

Marion could reach the ladder that the kids used to climb up on deck. She grabbed the ladder and pulled. Outside the pirate ship, she pushed and kicked her legs up, maybe if she could get her center of gravity up, her weight would drop her down into the ship. 

SQUEAK

Marion lurched forward and stopped suddenly with a yelp! “Oh!”

Marion caught herself with her hands on the floor of the ship. She was in, kind of. She tried to feel how much of her belly was through. 

The top half of her belly was through, the bottom half was still outside, her belly button pressed into the wooden ring of the porthole. She was halfway through.

“Oh God that’s so tight.”

A familiar warmth came between her legs and into her cheeks but she pushed it aside, there’d be plenty of sex later with Roger. 

She put her hand on the treasure chest. There it is.

Hanging from the porthole, she pulled the chest towards her and opened it. 

“What the hell?”

The kids Easter baskets.

Easter was a month ago, she thought all that nonsense was long gone.

The baskets were still full of chocolate. 

She marveled at how little her kids took after her. Marion couldn’t be left alone with any amount of chocolate if you wanted to keep it. And here they were hoarding away theirs for weeks, barely eating any.

Reflexively she unwrapped a chocolate egg and took a bite while she rummaged through the rest of the treasure chest. 

“It’s not here!”

The easter baskets, a ton of chocolate, some rolled up construction paper and odd toys. No necklace, no jewelry.

Sigh.

Marion heard the shower, still running upstairs. How long had she been at this?

“That’s not water wise.”

Marion wiggled her bum and tried to back out of the porthole. She put her hands on the ladder in front of her and tried to push herself out.

“Ooof-“ 

She knew what this felt like. 

“Not now.”

She twisted, and squirmed, she lifted a leg up onto the outside of the ship and tugged. 

“Not now!”

Marion sucked in and tried to stuff the top half of her belly back into porthole, as if it was as easy as tucking in a blouse. 

The sense memory hit her. Her body responded in the usual way, heat, sweat, wet. Next came the panic and the adrenaline, her body had reached the conclusion before her mind. 

Marion exhaled, her fat pushing outward, the tightness increasing.

“I’m stuck.”

She took some deep breaths. She tried to get the horniness out of her mind so she could think of a way out. The chocolate in the Easter baskets was a good distraction, she bit the ears off a bunny. 

“What do I do?”

She opened another bunny.

“Maybe I should get the rest of the way in” but how would she get back out? She wasn’t getting out now, the important thing was getting unstuck. 

She finished the chocolate in her hand and grabbed the ladder to pull while her legs pushed. She felt stretched, like lying over a yoga ball, but her lower belly bunched up around the porthole snapping her back like a rubber band.

“I can’t fit-“ she caught her breath- “I’m too fat.”

Her panties were wet, which didn’t help her focus. She wished she had one of those insertable remote vibes that she could activate right now. She didn’t even have her phone handy to order one. She was getting sidetracked. She needed another chocolate to help her think.

In the silence of her eating she could hear the shower upstairs, “sorry Gaia.”

The chocolate was an acceptable substitute for sex. It was keeping her from losing her mind with horniness. Marion’s deep love of tightness and constraint came as a surprise to her these last few months, a corset might be a more practical outlet for her Claustrophilia kink than her current predicament. 

She rocked herself back and forth in the porthole while she ate. Feeling her belly squash and squeeze in either direction. 

A rhythm was developing in her movement, her thighs joined in, rubbing against each other. As she reached for more chocolate, she tried to bring to mind her post-pregnancy Kegel exercises. She wasn’t in an ideal position.

How long had she been stuck here? How long would she be stuck here? Stop thinking about being stuck, Marion. How could she not?

Something was happening. 

Marion’s pace quickened, the rocking, her thighs, her muscle control, the chocolate. She could see a light at the end of the tunnel. She could do this. Her temperature was rising. Her skin, sticky with sweat, made her feel even more stuck. 

Her hands shook as she tried to open the next chocolate, her coordination was failing her, she was close. 

But she needed the chocolate in her mouth. If she couldn’t be filled from the bottom she had to be filled from the top. 

She fellatiated a giant chocolate bunny. Biting off more than she could chew.

It worked…almost.

Not the same as with Roger’s penis, or her vibrator, or fingers, but it was an orgasm, it was something. Tiny waves broke through her and she collapsed in the porthole, her ass and legs hanging outside, her torso, arms and head hanging inside. 

Marion finished the chocolate in her mouth. Now what.

It was an okay orgasm, but she preferred at least some penetration, it left her wanting more. So she took more chocolate as a substitute. 

She wondered if she should try again, but the payoff for the effort hardly seemed worth it, all she really wanted now was the chocolate. 

Suddenly she understood the appeal of virtual assistants and smart home hubs and all that crap. She could tell the shower to turn off.

Marion reached for more chocolate but was met with nothing but green plastic grass. 

“That can’t be it.” She dragged the treasure chest closer and tipped over the baskets. 

She’d eaten everything, in all three. 

“Oh dear.” She touched her belly, feeling the fat and the fullness underneath. Maybe that wasn’t the brightest idea. 

Marion pushed the chest away, now she was stuck and bored. 

She hesitated to say “at least I'm not hungry” because three easter baskets full of chocolate should have satisfied her but the way things were going she wasn’t convinced that her tummy wouldn’t be rumbling soon anyway.

“Oh Marion, what have you gotten yourself into.”