The Donut Dilemma - Chapter 2 (Patreon)

You hurry back to where the donut shop should be.

But it is gone.

There is no Meredith’s. No pink and blue sign. A vacant lot is all you see in front of you. 

What the hell is going on?

You return home, lock the door behind you, and head straight for the whiskey.

You pour a double, maybe a triple. Whatever it is, it burns going down. You collapse onto the couch. Your head is spinning.

You replay everything that happened. Over and over. Every detail, every breath. You’re convinced you’ve lost your mind.

You keep seeing the moment she changed. Right there in the office kitchen, mid-bite. Her body swelling in front of you. Her belly ballooning out like it had been waiting to do so all along. The way she patted it afterward, casual and proud, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

You can’t stop thinking about it.

How it looked when she grew.How soft her body became.How her belly wobbled when she laughed.How her voice sounded so warm, so easy, like this had always been her.

That double belly… layered, rolling, mesmerizing.

“You know if you keep bringing me treats, I’m just gonna get even fatter!”

‘Even fatter…” pure acceptance of the fact that she was already fat. Only, 10 seconds earlier she had been a slim-framed woman. Never an inch out of shape. 

Her voice echoes in your skull. The way she said it. It was sweet, teasing, strangely confident. Not like Charlotte at all. But also, entirely like Charlotte. As if her confident personality was transplanted into the obese body of someone who had always been huge. 

You try to brush it off. Try to push it aside. It couldn’t be. It shouldn’t be. As much as you’d like to believe she’d been flirting… hold on.

There it is.

The truth you’ve been circling around.

The fat version of Charlotte, the super-sized, ridiculously round, overflowing version of your office crush had… had… flirted with you. That’s what it had sounded like. 

And you enjoyed it.

You’re stunned by the realisation. You’re confused. This isn’t your thing. You’ve never been into fat girls. It’s just… not a part of you. Right?

If anything, you were drawn to Charlotte’s slim figure. The way she moved. The way she looked in her pencil skirts and crisp blouses and floaty dresses. She was sleek, poised, gorgeous in a very main-stream way.

But now?

Now this rotund version of her, with three soft chins and a belly so big you could lose your hands in it, makes one playful comment about getting even fatter and your entire body reacts like you’ve been sexually starved.

Those words made you melt like ice cream in the midday sun and don’t you just know it. 

Your mind slips.You picture her eating a whole tub of ice cream, lips sticky with sugar. You imagine feeding her, watching her grow heavier with every bite. You imagine her half-naked beneath that XXXL dress. What her fat body, those huge rolls must look like in motion, what her skin feels like against your palms.

You jolt, snapping back to reality with a harsh breath.

What is happening to you?

Are you really attracted to this new Charlotte?

You see her again in your mind… waddling to her desk, each step a slow, swaying journey. Her hips are rolling with every movement. Her ass stretching the fabric. The strain in her chair. The way her body filled every inch of her space and then some.

And then she looked up.

And winked.

That little glint of mischief, the flicker of something in her eyes, like she knew what she was doing to you.

That wink alone made your cock pulse.

You close your eyes.

You’re in trouble alright.