The Donut Dilemma - Chapter 6 (Patreon)

When the food arrives, you have time to place it all out on the coffee table before Charlotte returns. She’s been gone a while, but has given you updates through the door. 

“God! That smells amazing!” she says. 

“You better hurry,” you say. “I’m pretty starved. I wouldn’t wanna leave you with just the scraps.” 

“Don’t you dare!” She teases from the bathroom. “Hasn’t anybody ever told you the golden rule about fat chicks?” 

You smile. It’s still a strange reality to accept. But you’re more than willing to submit to it. 

“No?” 

“All good things… come to those…”

CLICK. The bathroom door opens.

Charlotte steps into the doorway and your breath catches in your throat.

She’s wearing the smallest, tightest set of red lingerie you’ve ever seen. A fishnet bodysuit stretches across her vast, fattened figure, clinging to every roll, every fold, every outrageous curve like it was painted on. It leaves nothing to the imagination and makes you want to tear it off instantly with your teeth. 

Her hair is down, loose and soft around her shoulders. She’s wearing heels somehow, despite her size, and the impossible grace with which she carries herself makes the sight even more surreal.

And then there are her eyes.

That look of hunger. Not just for the mountain of food on the table, but for you too. Like she could devour you and still want seconds.

“Babe,” she says, her voice low and sure, “I need to tell you something.”

She steps closer.

“I’m done playing co-workers with you. You’re my best friend at work… hell, you’re my best friend full stop. But it’s been clear to me for a while now that I want more from you than that. I think you and me? We go perfectly together.”

As she speaks, she trails a plump index finger across her belly, letting it sink into a crease at her hip. She drags it slowly, drawing your eye across the soft expanse of her body like she’s tracing an image of her gluttenous self.

“But for the longest time, you had me confused,” she admits. “I couldn’t tell if you… found me attractive. I’ve never seen you look at me or this body of mine the way I always hoped you would. And yes, it is glorious. I know what I’ve got, even if the rest of the world doesn't always see it.”

She takes another step, the floor creaking softly beneath her weight.

“We get on so perfectly in every other way, but I needed to know. Then, today at coffee break, for the first time, something shifted. You looked at me like you really saw me. And I felt it.”

She’s close now. Her belly almost touches you, round and full and begging to be touched.

“That’s why I had to come tonight. If you’re into me like I’m into you, I don’t want to waste another second. I want you. This fat girl and all her love, lust, and huge appetite wants you… like right now.”

Her voice softens.

“So. What do you say?”