The Donut Dilemma - CHAPTER XX (Patreon)

and then… 

In the days that followed, the two of you thought it would be way more fun to not let your co-workers know of your new relationship. You’d stagger your arrival times, even though Charlie had taken up permanent residence in your apartment. 

You maintained an air of ‘just friends’ that seemed to convince everyone. 

It amused Charlie no end. She writes you notes, on professional memo paper saying things like… “They have no idea you’re pounding the fattest chick in the building.” And “They’d get the shock of their lives if they knew you ate the secretary’s fat pussy all night long. Especially since I ordered you not to brush your teeth. Everyone I see you speak with today is gonna smell my greedy juices on you and have no idea!”

She’s a wild one. And you love it. Very soon you plan to elope and come back to the office married. That’ll shock all of them!

But secretly you just can’t wait for your best friend to become your hot sexy fat wife.

Charlie even showed you a wedding dress from a plus size catalogue. She stroked your cock and whispered how she should get it two sizes bigger than her current dress size. That way you both had something to aim for. You fucked for three hours straight after she said that. Ordering takeout and feeding her the whole time. 

This afternoon she asked you for some help in the stationary cupboard to reach the binders on the top shelf. As soon as you entered she locked the door and stripped out of her huge floaty dress. 

Confined spaces were definitely her thing. And as you undressed and became absorbed by her huge fat body you realised that she was the only confined space you ever want to exist in again.

The door to the stationery cupboard clicked shut, and before the sound had even faded, your clothes were already pooled at your feet.

Skin against skin. Breath catching. Want hanging as heavy as your girlfriend. The air in the small, dusty cupboard felt electric. Her massive, naked body pressed against yours, warm and enveloping. Rolls of soft fat spilled over your arms as you wrapped them around her. Her breasts, enormous and swaying, brushed your chest, and her belly, that plush overhang you now worship, pins you back against the shelving unit. You couldn’t move if you even wanted to. 

Charlie grinned wickedly, already flushed. Her body filled the space entirely, her massive silhouette illuminated by the narrow light above. Her hips brushed the shelves on both sides. Her belly rested against your stomach. And she looked hot as fuck!

"I need you," she whispered, voice thick with want. "Now. Here. Like this. Be damned if we get caught."

You nod, unable to speak. Your hands roam her enormous body, sliding over the slope and the rolls of her sides, cupping the heavy underside of her belly, kneading it like dough. She moaned softly, biting her plump lower lip, leaning into your touch.

She moves a hand over to the door lock CLICK 

“There. Now it’s unlocked.” 

You look at her curiously. 

“Anyone can walk in at any time and see you fucking the fattest woman they’ve ever seen. I doubt either of us would keep our jobs. We’d be unemployable. We’d have to sit at home all day… getting up to who knows what?”

Your mouths meet in a hungry kiss, all tongue and saliva. She grinds against you, thick thighs trapping you in place. There’s no room to move, no space to breathe that wasn't pushing deeper into her soft body. 

And you love it. 

"You want to fuck your fat girlfriend in the cupboard, don't you?" she purred, hand trailing down to grip his cock, stroking it slowly. "You want me to make a mess of you right here, quick enough that no-one catches us?"

You groan in response, and she laughs, the sound husky and low. Then she turns around and throws her gigantic jelly-like arse right into your crotch. Her back rolls shift and jiggle as she arches her spine.

"Come on then," she said. "Make me moan so loud they'll hear us through the drywall."

You guide yourself into her, and she gasps. She’s hot, wet, and tight. The moment you enter is explosive. She braced herself on the low shelf, body shuddering as you began to move. Each thrust sends ripples through her vast frame. Her belly bounces. Her ass claps back. And the sound of fat rolls slapping against each other echoes in the tiny room.

Charlie pants, gripping the shelf so hard her chubby knuckles whiten. "Harder," she demands. "I want you to lose control. I want my boyfriend to break."

You give her everything.

Your hands find her hips, sinking into her love handles, grabbing at her saddlebags, pulling her to you with every motion. Her fatness consumes you. Body and mind. Since the first moment you saw her in this body, you’ve done nothing but think about it. You’re obsessed. She rocks back, matching your rhythm, her moans growing louder, needier. Sweat drips down both your body’s. The air turns thick with sex and heat and her sweaty scent.

"Touch me," she begs. "Everywhere. Don't stop. Don't you dare stop."

You reach around, hand slipping between her thighs, teasing her clit while you continue to pump inside her. She cries out, roly poly legs trembling, belly shaking wildly. Her whole body is one glorious, bouncing celebration of indulgence and lust. Yours to play with whenever she demands it. 

"You're so deep," she whimpered. "So good. So fucking good."

She comes first, body spasming, thighs quivering around you. Her orgasm rolled through her like an avalanche. Unstoppable, messy, and utterly beautiful. And you follow, spilling into her with a grunt, holding tight to her wide hips as you come undone completely.

You stay like that for a moment, panting, bodies slick and tangled. Charlie finally turns, smiling dazedly, and kisses you soft and slow.

"You're mine," she whispered.

You nod, still catching your breath. "Always."

"Good," she says, her grin returning. "Because I want a second round before we leave. And next time…” 

She reaches up to a shelf and moves a binder to reveal a box full of chocolate bars. Her secret stash. She pulls one out and hands it to you, 

“... you’re going to feed me while you fuck me."

You laugh, already hardening again.

"Yes, my beautiful."

And in the tiny cupboard, surrounded by the scent of sex, melting chocloate, and the shadow of filing cabinets, you fuck each other again.

The perfect couple.