Culinary Librarian - 6 - The Queen of Puddings

“One pint fine sifted bread-crumbs, one quart milk, one cup sugar, yolks of four eggs, a piece of butter the size of an egg (some add grated rind of lemon); bake until done – but do not allow to become watery – and spread with a layer of jelly. Whip whites of eggs to a stiff froth with five table-spoons sugar, and juice of one lemon, spread on the top and brown. Good with or without sauce, and very good cold.”

- “Queen of Puddings,” Mrs. Prof. R. P. Kidder, Cape Girardeau, Mo., Buckeye Cooker and Practical Housekeeping, 1877

A happy relationship and all the spoiling Magnolia could offer made work much more bearable. Sonya took to stress-eating much less often, and her gain slowed. It didn’t stop, though. Her months of binge-eating had stretched her stomach and increased her appetite significantly. She was eating bigger servings of everything, and having seconds was common.

She outgrew her measuring tape and they celebrated with champagne and donuts. She could see little changes alongside the big ones –  little rolls appearing near her elbows whenever she bent her arms; her cheeks getting fuller, softening her jawline; her feet beginning to grow fat just like the rest of her. She had a full-length mirror right near her bed and spent perhaps too much time admiring herself. Especially when she stood at her full height, her hourglass shape was still very visible. Curves on curves on curves, rolling along for days.

Even with all her attention to her growth and regular measuring, there was still a bit of a gap in her mind about the reality of her body. She had started to adapt in little ways without realizing, like going through narrower doorways at an angle. Certain other signals were more obvious: dealing with outgrown clothes and getting out of breath going up the stairs. Still, since she’d gained so quickly, there were other things she didn’t know to expect or plan for.

It took two separate incidents to fully get her to realize that she was not merely “plus-sized” or “heavier” or any other euphemism people tended to stop using once you crested the 300 pound mark (which Sonya certainly had quite some time ago). After the third incident, it finally sank in that she was really, properly fat.

The first incident was when she broke the back of Magnolia’s couch. She’d been moving to stand up and leaned against it as she pushed herself up. The couch couldn’t handle the extra weight, and there was a loud CRACK as the main support running along the top of the couch gave way. She flumped back down on the couch, mouth agape for a moment before she collected herself.

Breaking the back of a flimsy old couch was the sort of thing one could almost brush off. Magnolia had purchased the couch used and it had already been pretty worn-in then, and was flimsily constructed to begin with. But then, most people didn’t need to use the couch for support when they were trying to stand up, and most of them weren’t pushing 400 pounds.

But even before the initial, panicky oh fuck feeling of accidentally breaking someone else’s things passed, Sonya could feel herself getting turned on. Magnolia recognized the look in her eyes. They would deal with the couch later, and it was secondhand anyway. It didn’t take more than a few moments for Magnolia’s hand to slip into Sonya’s panties. Sonya was already panting, her cheeks red with arousal, clit throbbing every time she shifted and heard the fractured couch back creak. “Tease me,” she half-ordered, half-begged.

Magnolia was surprisingly good at taking charge when Sonya asked her to. “I think you’ve got that handled already, babe. You don’t need me to tell you what a fat cow you are when the couch is already doing it.”

“Oh, fuck,” Sonya moaned, rolling up into the friction of Magnolia’s fingers, her eyes fluttering closed. She could feel herself jiggle every time Magnolia touched her in a way that sent a judder of pleasure through her. And even though she was still only sitting on the couch, fully supported and doing absolutely no hard work, she felt out of breath. I’m so fat I broke a couch, she thought dazedly.

Time passed, though, and with it went Sonya’s full awareness of how large she’d grown.

Thankfully, there was another moment to remind her. She was staying the night at Magnolia’s. Generally, this was a perfectly comfortable choice. Magnolia’s apartment was a bit smaller than her own, and a bit older, but Sonya had never entertained any concerns about this.

Not until she found herself wedged in the doorway to the bedroom. At first, she was surprised, but unconcerned. Magnolia’s doorways had always been a bit narrower, she recalled. It shouldn’t be too big of a deal. She tried to back up, only to feel her expansive, soft hips wedge themselves even tighter in the doorway. She braced her arms on the doorjamb and pushed as she tried to shove herself forward, into the bedroom. No such luck. That was when she began to worry. She regretted wearing tight pink silk shorts to bed, and a pink tank top that only emphasized her figure, mostly because she worried the firefighters who would obviously have to cut her out of the doorway would judge her. She pushed and pulled, her breathing getting heavy at the effort. I’m too fat to get through the door, she thought.

Sonya being Sonya, this moment of stress was also a high point. Being a relative newbie to feedism and fat admiration, Sonya had not yet uncovered the treasure trove of stuckage material on offer and as such had never considered how hot it would be to outgrow a doorway, even if it was narrow. Now, though? Every moment of struggle sent the heat of anxiety and arousal through her.

Magnolia, who had been in the bathroom getting ready for bed, came into the hallway. “Why are you standing in the doorway, weirdo?” she asked with a laugh. Sonya gave another big push forward, panting with effort.

“I’m – really – stuck!”

Magnolia’s eyes went wide. She’d dreamed of this more than once – hard not to, with Sonya’s salaciously wide hips – but had always relegated it to fantasy. Never once had she figured on the librarian fattening up so nicely that she trapped herself in a not-actually-all-that-tight space. Magnolia put her hands together in front of her, as if in prayer, and said a quick thank you to whatever entity had made this moment possible. Watching Sonya’s massive backside jiggle and wobble as she tried and failed to extricate herself was enough to make the grad student combust right then and there.

Once she collected herself, she put a hand on the small of Sonya’s back. “We’ll get you out of there as soon as possible, okay? Probably just need a little extra push.” Her hands moved downward, ready to plant themselves on Sonya’s plush ass.

“Nonono, wait–!” Sonya blurted. “I, uh. I’d like to take advantage of this.”

Magnolia could hear the little tinge of shame in her voice. It was odd hearing that from Sonya, who was always so confident in what she wanted. “Take advantage…?” Magnolia replied, voice involuntarily dropping lower. “I’m listening.”

Sonya could feel how wet she was getting already. “I brought the strap and your harness. They’re in my bag in the living room.” She took a deep breath, steadying herself. The bite of the doorway on her hips felt as delicious as it was painful.

Magnolia didn’t have to think twice. It took a moment for her to get everything on, but she rushed through it all, entire body alight with the knowledge that she’d helped Sonya expand to such a size. She pulled down Sonya’s sleeping shorts, biting hard on her lower lip at just how big she looked like this. She grabbed the blonde’s hips and entered her, slowly, Sonya’s shuddering moan following.

“You really went and turned into a pig, didn’t you?” Magnolia told her. “You just can’t help yourself. You’re swelling up like a sow and you haven’t even considered slowing down, have you?” Magnolia picked up speed, relishing the way each thrust sent waves through Sonya’s body.

Sonya had tears of pure pleasure in her eyes. Fuck, if she knew this would be this good, she would’ve gotten fat a long time ago. Every teasing word out of Magnolia’s unusually filthy mouth sparked a thousand equally filthy thoughts. Like: what if she kept growing like this, forever? What if she got so fat she had trouble with double doorways?

“You must be proud of yourself. You’ve worked so hard, stuffing your face with my cooking and sitting on your fat ass at work. No surprise that you’re so huge.” It was getting harder for Magnolia to focus and string together sentences. The sound of Sonya enjoying herself was everything. Magnolia reminded herself of Sonya as she had been at the beginning of the school year: plump, but in all the right places. Tailored clothes hugging smooth curves.

And here she was, wedged into a doorway, grown so soft her old self seemed like a faint memory. Magnolia, pervert that she was, had fantasized plenty of times back then about Sonya losing control and blowing up, and even then she never could’ve guessed how stunning it would be.

One last teasing admonishment left her lips: “Can you even come without thinking about food anymore, about your fat belly being so full it aches?” That tipped Sonya over the edge, her legs trembling as she came.

They took a moment, then, breathing hard. Both were silent, not wanting the moment to end. But, eventually, Sonya said, “Alright, now let’s see if we can get me out of here without calling the fire department.”

Somehow, they managed it.