The Short Straw, Chapter 2: Pretty as a Picture (Patreon)

My latest double stuck BBW romance continues once the photos come back from the lab...

CHAPTER 2: PRETTY AS A PICTURE

Marcie sat up in bed, rubbing healing balm on her bruised hips. Days later and there was still a clear line all around her where she got jammed in the door under the stairs, like a high water mark at low tide.

She heard Bonnie come in the front door downstairs and pulled up her panties and switched to moisturizer on her thick thighs. She wasn’t sure why she was hiding the bruising, Bonnie had already seen it, but for a few days she’d been avoiding too many reminders of getting stuck. She’d even taken to walking through the dining room to the kitchen instead of the living room to not walk past the tiny door. Every time she saw the door her cheeks went flush.

Last night while watching a movie, she caught a glance of the tiny door out of the corner of her eye from where they sat on the sofa and Bonnie immediately noticed her breathing increase and chest getting hot.

Was it a panic attack? Was she traumatized? She didn’t feel traumatized. Getting stuck was a little scary, and Bonnie was more aggressive than usual, but the sex had been incredible. She came. She came again the following day when she snuck Bonnie’s phone while she was in the shower and watched the video of herself stuck in the tiny door. Her ass was enormous. Had it always been? How had she never noticed? And rewatching the video again (and again) Marcie could hear Bonnie’s voice shake, something she couldn’t hear when with her fat plugging the doorway. Bonnie was so excited she was almost crying. The camera work was terrible with how much Bonnie was shaking with anticipation. But when she put the camera down against the wall and sat on top of Marcie, it only took Marcie a few strokes of her fingers to cum.

Why was she hiding this from Bonnie? Was she embarrassed she’d gotten so fat she gotten stuck? They were feeders, they were fat fetishists both of them. Was she ashamed that she’d found it so thrilling? Was she bothered that the media cliche of a fat person getting stuck turned out to be incredible hot when done in private as part of sex with her wife? She couldn’t figure it out, and so despite desperately wanting to discuss it with Bonnie, she kept it to herself. What if Bonnie wanted her to get stuck again? Was she afraid of that or excited?

Bonnie strolled into the bedroom unbuttoning her blouse, “they’re back!” she sang as she tossed her satchel on the bed in front of Marcie.

“What’s back?” inquired Marcie as she opened the satchel.

Bonnie jumped onto the bed, unable to contain herself, “the film.”

Marcie stopped.

Bonnie looked at the satchel and then back at Marcie, “you don’t want to see them? I waited until I could look through them with you.”

“What if I-“ Marcie didn’t know where these words were coming from, “what if I look fat in them?”

“God I hope so” blurted out Bonnie as she opened the satchel.

Marcie barked out a laugh, but also couldn’t tell if she was about to cry.

“Are you okay hun?” Bonnie put the photos on Marcie’s lap.

“I’m just nervous, but I don’t know why this is making me nervous-“ fluttered Marcie.

“Nervous about what love? That the photos won’t be smoking hot? Cause I can tell you now, they’re going to be smoking hot.”

Marcie blushed and laughed, she felt like she felt when they first flirted, overwhelmed and afraid she would wake up and it would have all been a dream, “you open them.”

“Okay,” Bonnie didn’t make a fuss, picked up the photo developing shop’s envelope and pulled out the stack.

There, in the afternoon night shining in through the window, sculpted in chiaroscuro, framed by the tiny door jam, in grainy Black&White, was Marcie’s ass, enormous, magnificent.

Both Marcie and Bonnie stared at the image, the spell broken only when both noticed the other’s breathing get heavy. They looked at each other, Marcie could see the wild in Bonnie’s eyes again, it scared her and excited her.

They kissed.

Marcie blushed, laughing nervously, “that’s some butt you’ve grown.”

“I’ve grown?”

Marcie scooted herself down slightly, anticipating Bonnie climbing on top of her again, “you grew it, by feeding me.”

Bonnie pushed the photos off of Marcie and climbed on top of her, kissing and kissing- “your ass, pretty as a picture…” Marcie sunk into the pillows with the force of Bonnie’s lips and tongue-

“That’s it!” Bonnie sat up, Marcie trailing behind her, not trying to lose the kiss-

“What’s it?”

Dismounting Marcie, Bonnie started pulling open boxes, but they were all the wrong box.

“Bon?” Marcie sat up now, wondering where her sex went, “Bon, what is it?”

“Agh,” whatever it was wasn’t there, Bonnie moved to another room, the sound of shuffling boxes echoing in different unpacked rooms.

“Bonnie?” Marcie looked at the photo again, as if it would give her an answer, but all she could see was her big fat butt wedged in a tiny doorframe.

“Ah HA” Bonnie re-entered the room with a large format photo in a thick solid wood frame.

“What, you want to frame it? You should blow the photo up first, that frame is too big.”

Bonnie snatched the photo out of Marcie’s hand and tossed it aside, brushing the rest of the photos and her satchel off the bed, “not the photo-“ Bonnie was shaking, her voice fluttering, Marcie recognized it from the video and she felt suddenly in danger, sexy danger. In a flash Bonnie had opened the frame and removed the photo, the matte, the backing and the glass.

“Your ass-“ Bonnie motioned to put the empty frame over Marcie’s head but Marcie, pulled away.

“What are you doing?” Marcie knew what Bonnie was doing and it frightened and excited her.

Bonnie’s voice fluttered as she tried to explain her plan, “I want to frame- you- in the photo frame.”

“But it’s too small, I won’t fit-“ as the words left her mouth Marcie realized she had thrown gasoline on the fire, Bonnie’s tongue was down Marcie’s throat in an instant MMPHH

Marcie had to put her hands on Bonnie’s chest and put a gap between them, “y-you want me- to get stuck- in that?”

Bonnie let out a very dorky overexcited giggle she couldn’t contain and a smile escaped Marcie’s defenses. She was having trouble understanding this game but decided to humor her wife.

“Okay, give it to me,” Marcie stood up and took the frame from Bonnie, who perched on the bed, like coiled spring waiting to be sprung.

Marcie took a breath and tried to summon her inner burlesque performer, her inner cheesecake pinup, but acting had never been her strong suit, “I mean, I won’t fit-“ Marcie held the photo frame in front of her, her hips peeked out the sides on either side, with a sly look she put the frame behind her and pressed the frame around her bubble butt, turning to admire it in the window, “well maybe, you’re right my ass does look pretty as a picture.”

Bonnie breaths were getting shallow now, she squirmed on the corner of the bed. It was working. Marcie hadn’t felt this power over Bonnie before. Even their brief flirtation with forced feeding didn’t give her this same intensity.

“I’ll try from below first,” Marcie bent over exaggeratedly, wiggling her jiggly bum in Bonnie’s face as she stepped into the frame.

BITE

EEEEK Marcie jumped away from Bonnie, holding the frame around her knees with one hand and holding a finger up at Bonnie as if she was admonishing a poorly behaved pet, “Now. Now.” Marcie liked this aggressive Bonnie and wondered if it had always been there under the surface or if it was born the moment she got stuck.

“Now where was I,” Marcie sashayed her hips a bit as she worked the frame up her legs, digging into her thick thighs, “ulp- I guess not this way,” she gave a futile tug to the frame, unable to get it any higher, she hadn’t even reached her butt yet.

“Over the head then?” Marcie asked rhetorically to Bonnie as she struggled to push the frame down off her thighs, “oh dear.”

It wasn’t letting go.

“I may need some-uh, assistance,” Marcie wiggled back to Bonnie in tiny comedic footsteps since her thighs were bound.

Hands shaking, Bonnie took the frame and pulled down, almost pulling Marcie down with it when her knees buckled. They both laughed. This time Marcie faced Bonnie and put her hands on Bonnie’s shoulder to keep herself upright. She got up on her tip toes to try to stretch her legs.

Her tits bounced in Bonnie’s face as Bonnie tugged, again and again. On the third tugs she was free. She allowed her arms to drape over Bonnie’s shoulders and leaned in for a kiss, “my hero.”

Bonnie hugged her fat wife, grabbing her ass and pulling her in, but Marcie stopped her, “ah ah-“

Marcie took a step back and lifted her foot up onto Bonnie’s knee, frame dangling from her ankle.

Bonnie took the frame off like a garter and stood up. Marcie lifted her arms up into the air with the gentlest sway, like a mod dancer.

Bonnie lowered the frame over Marcie’s hands, pressing down past her fat arms, over her head and-

The frame rested itself over Marcie’s bust, which wrapped around to a roll of fat under her arms connected to back roll. Marcie blushed and batted her eyes pleadingly at Bonnie, “oh no, I don’t fit this way either” she squeaked in her sex voice, which she hadn’t intended to perform, it just… came out of her.

Marcie put her hands on the side of the frame and pushed down gently, “I thought it would I would have made it further, it’s s-smaller than the door under the stairs” Marcie’s voice was wavering like it did when she’d gotten stuck in the door, she was supposed to be performing but it wasn’t a performance.

Bonnie kissed Marcie and began scooting the frame down, twisting it slightly like a cork screw. Taking extra care to cover Marcie’s nipples so the wood frame didn’t catch them.

“Hard to breathe-“ gasped Marcie when the frame bound her boobs.

Marcie and Bonnie pulled the frame down together, with the briefest ease as they transitioned from Marcie’s bust to her waist. Marcie had a double belly, providing multiple speed bumps on the road to her ass.

Marcie was beginning to sweat which added a bit of squeaky friction to the movement of the frame against her skin. Her heart was beginning to race, the frame was getting tighter, much tighter, the panic she felt in the door came back. She tried to focus on Bonnie. She tried to exhale but the frame was now at the crease between her bellies and wouldn’t allow it. While Bonnie pushed down, Marcie draped her arms over Bonnie’s shoulders and swayed her hips back and forth, like they were dancing. Maybe if she performed sexy she could redirect her body’s response from panic to sex.

Determined and focused, Bonnie kept twisting and pushing the frame down her fat wife’s body. As it got tighter she began pulling Marcie’s fat up through the frame as she pushed down. Even as overwhelmed with horniness as she was, she was beginning to notice that the frame was getting more difficult to push down and more of Marcie’s fat was spilling out on all sides of the frame. She was reminded of when they both needed to have their wedding rings resized when their fingers got too fat a few years ago. Once she got this frame onto Marcie, how was she going to get it off.

BUMP

Their eyes met. They’d reached Marcie’s hips, “is it everything you hoped?” Marcie tried to look over her shoulder at herself in the mirror, the frame sitting atop her ass shelf. With one final push they wedged Marcie’s ass and lower belly into the frame, binding her.

“and more” Bonnie ran her hand between Marcie’s thighs and found her wet and waiting. Marcie put her hand under Bonnie’s hanging belly, pressing down into her fupa and inside. Fingering each other while both standing and Marcie stuck in a frame proved challenging, Bonnie used the frame to keep herself from falling over, which in turn made Marcie’s legs shake.

Foreheads pressed together, “oh oh oh oh no, oh god, B-Bonnie, I’m stuck” the words flowed out of Marcie unrehearsed.

ahhhhhhh

“B-bonnie, help mee- I’m ss-stuck” where was this coming from? Is this what Marcie wanted?

AHHHHHHHHH ah AH ah AH

Bonnie came first, collapsing to her knees, immediately spreading Marcie’s legs and licking her.

OH BONNIE

Marcie grabbed the frame wedged around her middle, she pulled it up and pushed it down but it wouldn’t budge, jammed around her hips and belly and ass, the thought rang through her head as Bonnie twirled her tongue around her clit: “I’m stuck- I’m stuck- I’m stuck”

ungh- ungh- unghhh

Marcie leaned onto the kneeling Bonnie to stay upright. Both of them gasped for air. Bonnie massaged Marcie’s ass.

“Before we take this off, can I document this?”

Marcie appreciated the nonchalant way Bonnie mentioned it coming off, as if she’d ever get it off, “A few more pounds and I might never fit into this again, it’s now or never.”

Bonnie ran for her cameras. Unable to sit down, Marcie bent over, holding herself up on the bed with her arms, butt swaying gently in post-orgasmic euphoria. She looked back at herself in the mirror. The roundness of her ass emphasized by the square frame it was plugged in. There she was, enormous and bound, pretty as a picture.