The Short Straw, Chapter 8: Weeks (Patreon)

"How long will that take?" The latest chapter of my double stuck story, The Short Straw!

CHAPTER 8: WEEKS

By week three, Bonnie had settled in for the long haul. She told work she’d twisted her ankle and couldn’t walk and they allowed her to work from home. Marcie helped her frame the camera so the ladder couldn’t be seen during video calls.

In one panic inducing moment, a workmate had asked to see Bonnie’s ankle, and with no way of showing the ankle without revealing the ladder, Marcie swooped into the room and stuck her fat foot up in the air beside Bonnie.

To an untrained eye, Marcie’s pudgy ankles looked like a thinner person’s swollen injury. It bought Bonnie another week.

At home they built their lives around navigating the ladder. Bonnie walked side ways around the house, careful not to knock photos off the wall. There were a few pinch points where the ladder wouldn’t turn the corner, so Bonnie had to tilt and turn and twist.

The toilet was awkward but achievable. The shower was completely inaccessible, so Marcie had to wash Bonnie in the middle of the bathroom. They used the soapy opportunity to test the tightness.

It was exhausting.

Equally exhausting was having to do everything for Bonnie. The ladder was a hazard in the kitchen, so Marcie did all the shopping and cooking and cleaning.

The meals were nothing to write home about. Grilled bare chicken, lettuce leaves with no dressing, dry cereal with no milk. Bonnie had to eat often enough to send the signal to her body that she was not starving, that would just make it hold onto fat harder, but everything she ate was unsubstantial.

Marcie meanwhile, worrying and caring for Bonnie, had accidentally lost five pounds.

But the hardest part was the distance. They couldn’t share the sofa, they couldn’t share a bed. The ladder acted like a forcefield keeping them apart.

Bonnie tried to make light of her situation, named the ladder her “belly ring.” But with a month on the horizon, she sure wished she’d stopped at her tits and just fingered herself before it was too late.

Marcie tried to make it fun. Even Bonnie had to admit that the ladder provided great grip for thrusting while they fucked. But all her orgasms felt shallow. By the third week Bonnie couldn’t cum anymore. And not for lack of trying. In Bonnie’s fantasies, the sex would get her unstuck. So the longer she remained stuck the more distant each orgasm felt from her goal.

It was with that same distant feeling that Bonnie greeted Marcie in the hallway as Marcie emerged from the guest bedroom one morning. They did their sideways waddle to pass each other, Marcie leaned on the ladder to kiss Bonnie good morning.

SQUEAK

Eyes wide they kissed again.

“Today’s the day!” Marcie hurried to the bathroom, Bonnie tried to follow but forgot to turn herself sideways, the ladder clanging against the doorway.

“Help me, I can’t get through!” giddy with laughter.

Marcie twisted her and ushered her in. She emptied an entire bottle of shampoo over Bonnie’s belly, leaving nothing to chance.

Bonnie’s couldn’t stand still.

Marcie dried her hands and grabbed the ladder and pushed down with all her weight. Bonnie braced herself on Marcie’s shoulders.

“OH GOD OW-OW”

“You can do it Bonnie, squeeze honey,” Marcie pushed in jerky starts and stops.

“IT HURTS”

“We’re so-“ PUSH “close!” PUSH

Bonnie’s legs wobbled, she felt like she was going to fall down.

SQUEAK

“It’s working!” Bonnie came back to life, Marcie didn’t even pause to celebrate, just kept frantically pushing-

SQUEAK

Bonnie tugged at her belly, pulling it up and through the ladder while Marcie pushed the ladder down.

SQUEAK

Bonnie couldn’t take it anymore, she wrapped her arms around Marcie for the final push-

SQUEAK

Relief. Freedom. Bonnie grabbed Marcie’s face and kissed her, hard, harder-

CLANG

The ladder fell to the floor, cracking a bathroom tile.

“Fuck me,” Bonnie was shaking, “fuck me now.”

Mm-hmm Marcie guided Bonnie out of the bathroom and onto the bed.

Bonnie flopped back on the bed, feeling lighter than air now that she was no longer encased in metal.

Marcie kissed Bonnie’s sore, bruised belly and lifted the apron of fat up and out fo the way so she could reach Bonnie’s pussy.

Legs spread in a way that the ladder didn’t allow, Bonnie relished every lick of Marcie’s tongue on her clit.

She was stuck and now she was free,

and she came

and she came

and she came.