40 for 40, Chapter 11: Midnight Snack

Chapter 11 of 15 of my new weight gain/stuck story 40 for 40.

CHAPTER 11: MIDNIGHT SNACK

Marion woke up in the middle of the night to a familiar hunger.

This was an unintended side effect of her plan. After several months of eating continually all day long, she found the night too long to go without eating. 

She hadn’t told Roger of this latest consequence of her plan. She enjoyed the solitude of getting up in the night while everyone was asleep. It was rare to have some alone time in a household of five. 

She wrapped herself in a robe and waddled downstairs. 

Above the refrigerator she pulled down a picnic basket, her basket. She knew having such an easily accessible stash wouldn’t last for long. Eventually her kids would be clever and coordinated enough to climb on top of the fridge and look in the basket and she’d have to think harder to create a secret stash. 

Roger knew about the basket. Occasionally she’d find things that she didn’t buy in the basket. Secret treats he’d slipped in when she wasn’t looking.

Before the plan, that kind of thing half-upset Marion, she accused Roger of backdoor feeding her.

But since starting her plan she appreciated Roger making sure her basket never went empty.

She placed the basket on the counter and poured herself a glass of milk. Switching from skim milk to whole after starting her plan made her love milk again. She’d stopped drinking it for years because skim milk is terrible. Now she found a large glass accompanied her midnight chocolate binging nicely. 

She pulled a stool and perched herself precariously on top. After breaking one the stools two months ago she’d been a lot more careful about where and how she sat. Gone was the luxury of flopping herself down wherever she pleased. She’d even taken to gently setting herself down on their bed when she started to notice it’s audible protests.

This whole plan had been a way to safely explore Roger’s fantasies while staying entirely in control. Alone in the middle of the night, she began to take even more ownership over the fantasy of fattening herself. Even in the dark, she could tell which chocolates were Roger’s and which were hers. She alternated between his top shelf sophisticated gourmet bean-to-bar and her gas station impulse buys. Cleansing her palette with milk in between. 

Marion fell into a rhythm while she methodically worked through her basket. Without even thinking she swayed slightly on her stool.

A loud CRACK snapped her out of her chocolate trance and caused her to jump to her feet. 

Her heart raced. 

She pushed down on the stool with her hands to see if it was too far gone or if she dared sit back down.

There was no reason to sit down on the same stool, she could push it back in and pull out another one. But there was a thrill in sitting back down, not knowing if it would hold her.

Marion held her breath atop the structurally compromised stool. 

It creaked and she felt her face flush. 

She slowly took another bite of chocolate. 

This was suspenseful, like building a house of cards, but instead of a deck of cards she was putting bites of chocolate to her lips, waiting for her weight to tip and overwhelm the stool. 

Marion noticed the heat in her cheeks, but that wasn’t the only place her blood was flowing. She squirmed her thick thighs against each other. She was getting wet.

What was happening to her?

Marion stood up and pushed the stool back in. This game was going to end up with her waking the whole house crashing to the floor.

She finished her milk and took two more candy bars with her while she wandered out of the kitchen. 

Marion’s breath quickened as she stood in the doorway of the playroom. 

What was she doing?

The last few months, she’d thought of convenient excuses to send Roger or the kids into the pirate ship to get whatever treasure had recently gone missing. She still hadn’t told Roger about the day she’d gotten stuck in the porthole. 

Marion finished one candy bar, dropping the other into the pocket of her robe. She stepped into the playroom and closed the door behind her. 

“This is a bad idea.”

Marion slipped the robe off her back and knelt down in front of the pirate ship. 

“I won’t fit.”

She put her hands on the porthole.

“I can’t fit.”

She slid her hands and arms into porthole, pausing at her head.

“I’m too fat.”

Marion ducked her head in. Right away she could feel the difference from the last time she climbed into the porthole months ago, before the plan. 

The fat of her upper arms squished against her face and squeaked against the wooden porthole. It was tight.

“You’re gonna get stuck.”

With her significant weight, she pushed and forced her arms and head into the porthole. She felt herself fill the hole and she hadn’t even gotten her tits through yet. 

Her night shirt relieved a bit of the friction as she twisted and pulled to work her boobs through. It was very tight.

Marion was starting to get hot, it didn’t take much these days for her to start sweating, but she couldn’t catch her breath with her chest compressed in the hole. She was off her knees now, her legs planted on the floor outside the pirate ship. With an exhale and a strong push of her legs and arms her boobs were through.

She could breath again, her hands could just reach the floor inside the pirate ship.

A giddiness came over her. This was it. She felt her belly all around the outside of of the porthole. She rocked forward and backwards to feel the sensation of her fat squishing against the outside of the pirate ship. 

“I can’t fit. I’m too fat.”

She rocked again, feeling her enormous belly press against the haul of the ship. She didn’t want to actually squeeze her belly in, she wasn’t sure she’d ever get out again, but she wanted to feel the tightness.

“I’m too- fat.”

She was breathing heavily now, she needed to take care of this. 

“Fat- fat- fat.”

Marion twisted and back peddled to back herself out of the porthole. It was too tight.

A thrilling wave of panic came over her.

“I’m stuck.”

Marion’s thighs squirmed, it didn’t even occur to her to call for Roger, this was hers. 

“I’m stuck.”

She exhaled and negotiated her boobs back into the porthole with her hands, squeezing and flattening herself as best she could. 

With one leg up on the outside of the pirate ship she pulled her boobs and chest back out. 

Only her head and arms were inside now. She could feel the fat of her upper arms stop her in the porthole. She needed to get out right away. She needed her hands. 

She swung her enormous ass from side to side to build up momentum.

Her fat arms squeaked against the wood with every swing. 

“Stuck- stuck- stuck!”

Marion fell backwards out of the porthole and onto the ground. 

She was out of breath but she couldn’t stop to rest. She rifled through her robe to find the second candy bar. Her hands shaking as she tore at the wrapper. 

Marion put one leg up on the pirate ship and dug past her great belly to reach her fingers to her clit. 

With one hand she pushed her fingers into her pussy with the other hand she pushed the chocolate bar into her mouth. 

UNGH UNGH UNGH For a moment she forgot the house was asleep- ungh ungh ungh

He legs spasmed, her foot slipped off the pirate ship. She curled up into a ball, her fingers still moving on her clit. 

Ah-ah-ahhhhhhhhh… 

She unwound slightly and caught her breath. 

She rolled onto her back and stared at the ceiling.

“What the fuck was that?”

Marion decided to move her vibrator from her bedside table downstairs to the picnic basket.