The Short Straw, Chapter 4: You Owe Me One (Patreon)

Revenge! My BBW double stuck story takes a dark turn in Chapter 4!

CHAPTER 4: YOU OWE ME ONE

Bonnie looked at Marcie like a she was caught with her hand in the cookie jar, “you’re right-“ she had to catch her breathe between words, “I do owe you one.”

“Two tiramisu’s please” Marcie smiled at the waitress, who blushed at the scene before her.

Two very fat women at a table for four, one with a very wide bottom spread out on the booth and the other with a very round belly pushing her away from the table. The table full of empty dishes, which on its own didn’t seem out of place since it looked like the two women could easily put away as much, but it while they were ordering quite a lot of food, only one of them was eating.

This was Bonnie’s punishment for refusing to get stuck.

Their mutual fat fetishes had become lopsided. So to bring balance and harmony back to their relationship, Bonnie had to eat. And eat. And eat.

Marcie missed being fed but this was a sacrifice she was willing to make to get even with Bonnie. The bruises on her hips only just faded. If she couldn’t watch her wife get stuck, she was going to watch her eat until she couldn’t possibly eat anymore and then two tiramisu’s on top of that.

Despite gaining over a hundred pounds since meeting Marcie, Bonnie had crossed multiple thresholds this evening. She had never eaten as much as she’d eaten this night, and she’d never allowed herself to be fed in public.

They’d both certainly stuffed themselves and overeaten in public. But they’d always done so together.

This was so brazenly one-sided, Bonnie’s belly stretched out before her, forcing her spread out her legs and arch her back in her chair so she could breathe. Marcie with only a lick of a spoon to sustain her all evening.

If anyone cared to look their way, it was quite obvious something funny was going on. Even if they hadn’t noticed Marcie offering the occasional forkful from across the table.

“I wish I’d chosen the dress instead,” Bonnie rubbed her round belly, the waistband of her jeans digging deep into her expanded middle, the button holding true despite it all. A trick the two of them picked up early in their relationship was to get out the sewing kit and immediately reinforce every button on every new outfit to prevent any unexpected wardrobe malfunctions in public. The downside of course is that Bonnie would welcome a burst button in this moment, the relief worth more than any embarrassment.

Rubbing her belly at a table was usually a home-habit, not for restaurants but she was so uncomfortably full. She had to admit that something very hot was happening. She’d never seen such a devilish sparkle in Marcie’s eyes, Marcie had never been so commanding and Bonnie never this submissive.

Their entire sexual relationship thus far had been fairly even, before this they were casually having fun with food and fatness. But Bonnie getting Marcie stuck, twice, and now Marcie forcing Bonnie to stuff herself in public, this was a very kinky escalation.

Bonnie’s top rode up slightly, exposing a gap between the top of her jeans and the bottom of her blouse.

POKE

SQUEAK

Bonnie blushed, she hadn’t expected Marcie to poke her belly in a crowded restaurant, it caught her by surprise and her verbalization was involuntary. Marcie hadn’t expected Bonnie to squeak when she poked her belly, she just really wanted to poke Bonnie’s belly in that moment, and maybe her own hunger dropped her behavioral filters.

“God, that is tight,” was obvious but all Marcie could say in the moment. The hotness of the moment was dimming her bulb.

“Excuse me,” Bonnie huffed, tugging her blouse down even as it rode back up again.

“Two tiramisu’s,” without asking, the waitress put two enormous helpings of tiramisu in front of Bonnie.

All three women froze at the unspoken admission of what was happening at the table..

“You can do it,” the waitress winked at Bonnie and left at double pace, face flush, heart racing.

“Welp, now we need to double her tip,” Marcie said chuckling.

“We should-“ huff huff “we should leave our phone number on the tip line,” smiled Bonnie.

“Charging ten figures on our credit card,” laughed Marcie.

“Try explaining that to the credit card company,” huff huff “‘please don’t cancel our card for tipping millions of dollars, we were just trying to give a cute waitress our number after she caught us feeding in public,” Bonnie brought one spoonful of rich tiramisu to her lips.

Mouth full she dropped the spoon, “I can’t do it.”

Marcie took another spoonful and held it out, “one, you owe me, and two, we you disappoint the cute waitress now. She’s routing for you.”

Looking behind her Bonnie saw the flash of someone swiftly turning around so as to not be caught staring, the cute waitress busying herself at the touch screen, adding and deleting glasses of water to a table’s order.

Her eyes a bit pleading, a bit resigned to her fate, Bonnie slowly rocked herself forward to take the bite off Marcie’s spoon. Rocking back to chew and swallow and catch her breath again while staring at the ceiling.

The rocking back and forth didn’t help matters around her waistband, she wished she could just sit beside Marcie and put her head on her breast while Marcie fed her, but they’d already reached the limits of common decency, and spreading your fat self out on the booth while receiving spoonfuls of dessert from your wife was crossing the line.

So Bonnie leaned back, rubbed her distended belly, and when she thought she could breathe again, she rocked herself forward to Marcie, waiting with another spoonful. Her chair moaned in protest. Layering suspense over the evening, which would give up first, Bonnie’s jeans, Bonnie’s chair, or Bonnie?

It was a slow, arduous process. One that got slower and slower between each bite and from one plate to the next.

The waitress stood behind a plant and watched as Bonnie took in the last bite, “oh wow, she did do it,” she took a mental picture for when she got back to the privacy of her own home. She debated masturbating in the employee restroom but she didn’t want to lose this job in case these two women ever ate here again, her new favorite customers.

“Well done,” Marcie stood and leaned across the table and kissed Bonnie, who was now blushing at this very public display.

“Now let’s get you home and fucked,” Marcie grinned as she dug her wallet out of her purse.

Bonnie’s face was fully red now, she’d never heard such pure sexual evil out of Marcie… and she loved it.

“I subtracted one of the tiramisu’s, it was my mistake, doubling your order like that, I don’t know what I was thinking,” the waitress smiled, hands shaking a bit as she held out the card reader to Marcie.

“Marcie you better tip her an amount that teaches her a lesson,” laughed Bonnie.

“And don’t let it happen again-“ Marcie handed back the card reader to waitress who’s eyes widened at the receipt.

“Just for the record, I wasn’t doing- that- for the tip,” the waitress.

“Well now you have to earn that tip by helping me up,” Bonnie waved a hand in the air. The waitress fumbled putting the card reader down on the table knocking over the plate of mints as she took Bonnie’s fat arm.

Her belly too full, her jeans too tight, one hand on the table, the other grabbing hold of the waitress- Bonnie couldn’t stand up. The waitress changed formation of her legs, trying to get better leverage.

“Looks like a two person job,” tsk’d Marcie as she put on her purse and hooked her arm under Bonnie’s arm bracing the table.

“No one’s looking,” whispered the waitress, reassuring the two of something they hadn’t worried about until she said it out loud.

“If they do let’s just hope they think I’m pregnant,” huffed Bonnie, finally up on her feet.

“Here’s your coat,” the waitress held it for Bonnie to slip her arms in.

“Not that it’ll close anymore,” Bonnie performatively wrapped the coat around her middle, the two ends didn’t meet.

“A cold belly is what you deserve after making such a spectacle of yourself in public,” hissed Marcie with a devilish grin that made the waitress and Bonnie both go flush.

“Wait-“ the waitress ran to the hostess stand and grabbed a card and a pen.

Marcie held the door while Bonnie waddled slowly behind, tapping her foot with mock impatience, “take your time.”

“I’m coming,” huff huff, “I’m coming.”

“Not yet but once we’re home you will be,” Marcie kissed Bonnie on the cheek.

“Misses! Mams!” The waitress burst out the restaurant door behind them.

“If you ever come back ask for my section, I’ll- I’ll take care of you” the waitress determinedly handed Marcie and Bonnie a restaurant card with her name scribbled on it.

“Daphne-“ reading the name off the card, Marcie hands the card back to Daphne.

The waitress crumples, taking the card back, “sorry, that was inappropriate of me, please don’t tell my boss.”

“Daphne-“ Bonnie interjects, “you wrote down your name but you didn’t write down your number.”

Wide eyed, unable to speak, Daphne clicked her pen back open and scribbled her phone number on the card, handing it swiftly back to Marcie.

“Goodnight Daphne,” huffed Bonnie, waddling towards the carpark.

“Goodnight Daphne,” smiled Marcie, taking Bonnie’s arm as they walked.

“Goodnight Daphne” squeaked Daphne, at a loss for words watching the two fat women waddle away.

Reaching their Subaru, Marcie beeped the car door and opened it with a bit of chivalrous flair for Bonnie.

Bonnie leaned against the car, one arm on the roof, another on the top of the door, leaning forward, her belly hanging out of her winter coat, “I don’t want to sit again.”

“So lie down,” Marcie leaned in and reclined the chair.

“Help me down,” Bonnie put out her hands, attempting to slide into the car without bending either her middle or her knees somehow.

“Watch your head,” Marcie ducked Bonnie’s head in and then grabbed the fat leg that was still splayed out of the car, “in ya go.”

Marcie pulled the seatbelt and tried to reach it across Bonnie’s lap but it didn’t reach on first pull. She tried to get more give from the belt and then pressed down on Bonnie’s belly as she reached across her.

OOooofff!

“Sorry hun, safety first though,” Marcie pushed and tugged until she heard a click, “there-“ she kissed Bonnie’s belly to make up for it.

Driving home Marcie couldn’t stop stealing glances to Bonnie in repose beside her. Laying down now, Bonnie’s blouse fully road up, leaving the top of her belly exposed.

At a red light, Marcie took her hand off the gear shift and rubbed Bonnie’s belly.

“Mmm- that feels good,” moaned Bonnie.

Marcie tried to slip her fingers between Bonnie’s belly and the waistband of her jeans, “my god that’s so tight.”

HONK

Marcie tugged her hand, her finger momentarily caught in the flesh trap of Bonnie’s fat belly stuffed into too tight jeans.

Finger finally free she shifted and drove off with the green light. A frustrated driver passing her while she shrugged a sorry.

“Sorry, my wife got so fat I needed to squeeze her” she said as if the other driver could hear.

“Safety first you said” reminded Bonnie.

“Right, home first. Then sex-“ Marcie put both hands on the wheel, ten and two, “maybe with a stop at the scale once we’re inside.”

“Oh dear,” Bonnie blushed.

If lowering her into the car was a challenge, lifting her out again was proving to be impossible, “Reclining the chair was a mistake-“ huffed Bonnie, unable to sit up, nevermind standup, fat feet kicking with ever attempt.

“Maybe if I unbuttoned,” Bonnie’ was grateful for their garage, she wouldn’t want to be doing this in view of the neighbors.

UNGH

Bonnie flopped back down out of breath- “I can’t- I can’t, they’re too tight.”

Marcie took off her coat and purse and hung them on the laundry room door, “let me try-“ leaning into the car over Bonnie’s middle she tried to turn the button as she tugged the waistband in on itself finding shockingly little give.

OHH

Bonnie rubbed her belly.

“Okay, maybe if I unzip them first-“ Marcie tugged at the zip but found it jammed, “I think- I think your belly pushed the zipper off the tracks-“ tug- Tug- TUG

SNAP

Marcie held the zipper up so Bonnie could see over her belly, “what’s that? you broke the zipper?”

“I didn’t break it, it broke trying to free your” POKE “big” POKE “belly” POKE

Bonnie squealed, “you mean I’m trapped in these jeans now? But what about sex?”

Putting Bonnie’s zipper in her pocket Marcie took Bonnie’s fat hands in hers, “First we need to get you out of this cold garage and into the house, come on-“

OHHHHhhhh

Bonnie strained to sit up with Marcie pulling, the waistband of her jeans felt like it was cutting her in two. Marcie popped the seat back up behind her so she couldn’t lie back down, then she grabbed one fat leg out of the car and Bonnie scooted, struggling to free the second fat leg, Marcie rolled her eyes and grabbed the other leg, pulling it free from under the dashboard, “come on.”

“I’m trying-“ huffed Bonnie, “this is all your fault for feeding me too much-“

HEAVE- Bonnie tried to arch her back and stand without bending herself too much, but Marcie couldn’t lift her.

Marcie pushed the door wider and put a foot up on the car, “come on now.”

“I’m trying!” Bonnie whined, this time, jutting her hips forward as she arched her back allowed her feet to plant on the ground and Marcie pulled and pulled until Bonnie was up, immediately leaning against the car out of breath.

Marcie pushed into Bonnie’s belly to kiss her deeply.

“You’re heavier,” KISS

“I am?” KISS

“Much heavier-“ KISS

“How much heavier?” KISS

“Let’s find out-“ KISS

Marcie stood behind Bonnie, one hand holding hers, the other on her ass, helping her up the stairs, slowly, one by one, “up you go.”

Bonnie laughed at the feeling of Marcie’s hand on her butt, “you’re going to make me fall.”

In the bathroom, Bonnie took off her top and her bra while Marcie pulled out the scale, “shouldn’t we take my jeans off first?”

“I don’t know, CAN you take your jeans off?” challenged Marcie, standing in front of Bonnie with the scale between them.

Bonnie leaned back against the wall and tried futilely to pull the button out of the loop, “I can’t.”

“That’s that then,” Marcie took Bonnie’s hands and guided her onto the scale.

One foot- CREAK

The other foot- CREAK

Bonnie tried to bend forward but the waistband of her jeans forced her posture back upright, “what does it say?”

“I don’t know, your belly’s in the way,” Marcie pressed against Bonnie’s belly, making her giggle.

“Three- settle down-“ Bonnie tried to control her laughter.

“Three hundred and eighteen pounds.”

Bonnie and Marcie locked eyes.

“What? That can’t be right-“ Bonnie tried to look herself but couldn’t find the scale past her breasts and belly.

“That’s what it says, three eighteen, congratulations, you win,” Marcie gives Bonnie a kiss on the cheek.

“I win?” blinked Bonnie, looking in the mirror at the two of them. Marcie put her head on Bonnie’s shoulder and locked eyes through the mirror.

“You didn’t just cross three hundred first, you SAILED past-“ Marcie rubbed Bonnie’s belly, proud of her handiwork.

“Three eighteen-“ Bonnie blushed, “when was the last time we weighed each other?”

Marcie pulled a notepad out of the sink drawer, “a month ago, just after we moved-in- me: two nine eight, you: two nine three.”

“Twenty five pounds in one month!” Bonnie stepped off the scale.

Marcie put down the notepad and pen after jotting down the number, “well, that’s what you get-“ she pushed Bonnie against the wall, “for not getting stuck.”

They kissed, and kissed.

Facing each other in embrace they turned through the bathroom door, wedging themselves briefly belly to belly, butts and back fat pressing against the door jam, lips together, Bonnie’s eyes widened and her heart raced- and then as quickly as it occurred- with another squeeze and push they were through the door and fumbling through the walk-in-closet to the bed.

“There’s one more thing I want you to eat tonight,” said Marcie, taking off her dress.

Bonnie giggled, attempting to ease herself back onto the bed, but unable to really bend her legs or her middle while trapped in the too tight jeans, flopped awkwardly, “is it you?”

Marcie nodded, undoing her bra and peeling off her panties, “it’s me.”

Hee-hee, Bonnie had been looking forward to this digestif since the restaurant.

Marcie rubbed her hands across Bonnie’s round belly, kissing it, moving up to Bonnie’s breasts which were trickling down her sides now that she was horizontal.

Marcie was careful crawling over Bonnie to not put pressure on Bonnie’s full belly, but even holding herself up on all fours she wasn’t tall enough to stop their belly’s touching. She saw Bonnie’s discomfort at the pressure and hoisted herself up on her feet and hands, like a yoga pose, arched over Bonnie’s yoga ball of a belly. Sucking Bonnie’s nipples, pulling her breasts up in the air with her teeth and then letting them drop again, she bear crawled up the bed, allowing her own tits to fall on Bonnie’s face, she took them hungrily, as if she hadn’t eaten all night.

Tugging her nipple from Bonnie’s teeth, Marcie continued crawling up the bed, pausing briefly to squash Bonnie’s face with her hanging belly, GRUMBLE

Tee-hee! Marcie lifted herself up in the air again, blushing.

“Looks like we’ll need to get you a bite to eat after this.”

“I’m STARVING, it’s true what they say about revenge, you dig two graves-“ Marcie eased her hips down onto Bonnie’s chest and then scooted her pussy onto Bonnie’s open mouth, “worth it though.”

Wet since the restaurant and eager to get down to the kitchen for some food of her own, Marcie came immediately with Bonnie’s tongue on her clit HHHNNGGGH HNGGH HNNNNGG

Rolling to dismount Bonnie, Marcie left her calf draped over Bonnie’s breasts, “so-“ HUFF HUFF “what’s for my dinner?”

“But-“ there was a whimper in Bonnie’s voice as she looked up to find Marcie’s eyes, “but what about me?”

Marcie sat up with an “oh-well-I-guess” look on her face, “what about you?” KISS

She ran her hand down between Bonnie’s breasts and over her belly, reaching a dead end at the unforgiving waistband of her jeans. KISS

“Sorry hun,” Marcie tried to force her fingers between Bonnie’s belly and the jeans, unsuccessfully- “looks like you got too fat to fuck.” KISS

Bonnie’s breathing escalated loudly, her eyes pleading with Marcie, “p-please, p-please.” KISS

Marcie rubbed Bonnie’s belly, “it’s what you get for eating too much. Your just desserts-” KISS

Bonnie tried to lift her belly and shove Marcie’s hand down her jeans but there wasn’t room, “cut them off me” she whined.

Marcie feigned a gasp, “and ruin a perfectly good pair of jeans?” Bonnie was shaking now, “no, there must be another way-“ Marcie ran her hands down hard over Bonnie’s lower belly trapped in the jeans until she felt her fupa and pushed harder.

“Yes-“ Bonnie put a hand on Marcie’s shoulder while her other hand grabbed the bedsheets.

“They’re so-“ Marcie pushed her two fingers harder against the seam between Bonnie’s legs, “tight, how did they get so tight.”

“P-please,” Bonnie tried to lift her head to see what Marcie was doing but couldn’t see over her belly so just dropped her head back and closed her eyes.

While pushing her fingers between Bonnie’s legs with one hand she reached for the bedside drawer with the other, Bonnie heard the familiar shuffle of the drawer, “please.”

“There’s a lot of tight fabric to get through,” said Marcie, taking her hands away to plug something in beside the bedside table, “need something with power.”

Bonnie heard the familiar click and buzz of their wand and kicked her fat feet in anticipation, she wasn’t sure what a vibrator through jeans and underwear would feel like-

OH GOD

It felt good.

OH OH OH

Marcie thrust the wand between Bonnie’s legs, forcing them further apart, at the same time Bonnie arched her back in orgasm-

RIP

Gasp- Bonnie tried to catch a breath while she came, the sudden rush of the vibrator combined with the relief as her belly burst out the seam beside the zipper, pushing the opening wide-

“There you are,” said Marcie sinisterly as she pushed her fingers through the rip and fingered Bonnie’s clit through her panties.

AHHHH AH AHHHHA HAHH AHHHH

Bonnie’s fat feet kicked as she came, she grabbed Marcie’s hand, pushing her down harder for just the right moment and then pulling her hand off when she finished.

HUFF HUFF HUFF

Bonnie twitched on the bed as Marcie laid beside her and rubbed her belly, now pushing out on both sides of the still buttoned waistband.

“Now we’re even-” KISS but even as Marcie said it she couldn’t help poking Bonnie’s fat belly, “well, once you make me dinner that is.”