The Missing Piece: Epilogue: Lessons Learned

The finale of my USSBBW stuck story, The Missing Piece! 

EPILOGUE: LESSONS LEARNED

Over the next few months, Mel and Simone were star pupils.

And Kay a very patient teacher.

While Mel and Simone spent their time trying to anticipate the needs of a 600 going on 700 pound person, Kay was fascinated by the naive, carefree life of two dyky twinks who had trouble putting 2 and 2 (and 2 and 2 and…) together to realize that things that worked for the two of them still weren’t accommodating enough for all of Kay.

Kay found herself surprised by their ingenuity. When she told them she too fat to join them for a bike ride in the park, they found a custom built heavy duty extra wide seat tricycle two states over and brought it to their local bike shop to install an electric battery assist.

When she explained walks and outings had to be planned around frequent sitting and resting, Mel and Simone showed up at their next date with portable foldable stools with high weight limits to carry with them everywhere.

Kay anxiously watched Mel and Simone got rid of their tinier possessions: their old Vespa with sidecar that weighed less than Kay, piece by piece of their furniture that couldn’t hold Kay, a lifetime of frequent flyer miles to switch to an airline with better fat flying options.

Sex and sleepovers were relegated to Kay’s apartment, with its passable doorways and trusting furnishings. But as the weeks and months went by, Kay worried that always bringing Mel and Simone back home to her apartment meant they were never going to move into a space that could accommodate her.

Until the day Mel and Simone said they had a surprise for her.

Kay was very wary of surprises.

Clothing gifts rarely fit. Even jewelry gifts couldn’t make it around her fingers or wrists or chins.

So what were Mel and Simone planning to give her?

When Mel and Simone arrived at the cafe, they realized their surprise was already off to a poor start when they found Kay leaning against the wall out front. “All the chairs have arms” Kay pointed out.

Simone winced, “okay, not to worry, there’s another cafe nearby and that can be our local instead.”

“Your local?” Kay’s curiosity was sparked.

“We’ve got something to show you!” Exclaimed Mel.

“It’s a bit of a walk from here, or- we can drive?” offered Simone.

“I didn’t bring my car though,” Kay knew she should have, Mel and Simone’s outings often involved more traveling than they realized.

“No but WE DID!” Mel ran down the street, Simone grabbed Kay’s hand, giddy with excitement.

“You bought a car?” Kay couldn’t believe it. Mel and Simone had told stories about how they made the decision to go car-free when they moved to the city and how they got around by bike or by Vespa until they got rid of the Vespa.

Kay’s surprise was immediately dampened by Mel’s arrival in the “car.”

A 1957 Nash Metropolitan parked in front of her. Famous, or infamous for being one of the smallest cars in American history.

“You know when we said we got rid of the Vespa?” Simone started, oblivious to Kay’s shocked expression, “well what we didn’t tell you is that when we did the classics dealer showed us THIS.”

Mel jumped out of the driver side, “it’s got bench seats!”

Simone piled on, “and we had the dealer install extra long seatbelts to seal the deal!”

Kay had trouble finding words. The car was obviously beautiful, but also the smallest thing she’d ever seen. They could see that it was small, couldn’t they? But when Kay looked at Simone and Mel’s faces, all she saw was their excitement and affection for her. She couldn’t turn them down, “okay, then!”

Mel opened the passenger door and Simone took Kay’s hand as Kay attempted to enter the vehicle.

Kay noticed heads turning in the cafe beside them as people rubber necked to watched the enormous woman stuff herself into a glorified tin can. She had to admit it was a hell of a show.

The door swung open surprisingly wide. And the dash was curiously small compared to modern cars. I guess not having air bags will do that.

But despite the space saved by having no centre console, Kay found the distance from the seat to the roof difficult to negotiate, “almost,” she huffed as she squirmed one leg and butt cheek into the car. Looking at Simone and Mel’s adoring faces left her with no other option than to shift her centre of gravity and drop herself into the car and hope for the best.

CREEK SCRAPE

The car groaned as it bottomed out momentarily before settling. It scraped the ground again as Kay heaved herself further along the bench so Mel could close the door.

Once Kay was shut in Mel and Simone ran to the other side. Impossibly, Kay watched Simone slip into the backseat behind the front bench without even tilting it forward. She was so skinny! Mel went to sit down but found Kay’s hips filling the driver’s seat and her belly reached all the way across to the steering wheel.

Kay leaned herself against the door as far as she could so Mel could squeeze in and close the door. Kay could feel that she was pinning Mel against the driver’s side door.

It was only when all three of them were in the car that Mel and Simone realized how small it was for Kay, “Oh no! But we measured everything!” Simone protested from the backseat, observing Kay’s head and neck, tilted, smooshed against the roof of the car.

“We even found their tallest mechanic to sit in and show us you’d fit” Mel was defensive, they thought they’d thought of everything.

“But did you factor in butt height?” noted Kay.

“Butt Height!” exclaimed Mel and Simone in defeated unison.

The mechanic would have been taller than Kay standing, but Kay’s enormous rear end would have made her almost a foot taller seated.

“Not to worry” Simone was determined, “they also had a convertible model!”

Kay couldn’t help but laugh, “I love you two, but let’s see if the car can even carry me first before you trade it for another.”

Mel started the engine and the car slowly crept away from the curb. Tilted to one side and so near the ground that every imperfection in the road scraped the bottom, the engine strained but managed to propel them forward.

Thankfully the trip wasn’t far, just a few streets over from the too small cafe, though Kay wasn’t sure if driving there stuffed in a tin can was worth saving her the walk.

Mel parked in front of an old warehouse. It looked abandoned from the front.

“This is the place!” Mel jumped out and ran around to open the door for Kay.

Simone climbed out from the backseat and pushed as Mel pulled to heave Kay out of the car. Kay rocked herself back and forth to build up momentum to lift herself up. It was one instance where the old steel car was capable as Kay had crumpled plastic before looking for a handhold when lifting and lowering herself in and out of vehicles.

While doing most of the work, but still appreciative of the help, Kay reached her feet, taking a moment to lean back against the tiny tin can to catch her breath while she watched Simone open the door to the warehouse.

“Where are you taking me?” Kay couldn’t picture what could possibly be inside this old building for her. If she didn’t know Simone and Mel so well, she’d be worried it was the set up of a true murders podcast.

Inside the door was an old hallway leading to a perfectly preserved art deco lobby, “what IS this place?” Kay looked all around at the ceiling fixtures and 100 year old molding until she heard the screech of metal.

Mel opened the gate to an original brass elevator, doffing an imaginary cap, “going up!”

Kay timidly approached the elevator, it was smaller than the car. She was both curious by whatever Simone and Kay had planned here and terrified by the seemingly smaller and smaller challenges they were presenting her with.

Turning herself sideways Kay pushed herself through the gate into the carriage, immediately reaching all three walls with all sides of her, “um…”

Mel and Simone exchanged a glance as they realized they wouldn’t be able to join Kay in the elevator, “um… just press 3!” Mel said as Simone squished Kay’s hip in to allow Mel to lock the gate shut.

As the motor came to life and the ancient elevator creeped upwards, Kay noticed the “300lb weight limit” sign and had a vision of this too tight elevator as her own brass coffin.

Through the gate she could see Simone and Mel race up the stairs that spiraled the elevator, “race ya!” laughed Simone, seemingly unaware that Kay could plummet to her death at any moment.

The elevator lurched to a stop and swung horrifyingly as they reached the third floor.

Kay’s heart was racing, “get me out of here!”

Mel unlatched the gate and Simone offered a hand to pull Kay out. It took both of them pulling to free her from her birdcage.

“This better be good,” Kay was now very cautious about this surprise.

“Oh, it’s good,” ensured Simone as Mel unlocked an old split door.

With one half of the split door open, she struggled to unlatch the other half, “the old locks jam sometimes,” Mel explained, unable to get the other half of the door open, Simone joined her, they flailed a bit, worried this was the end of their grand surprise reveal.

“I don’t suppose,” Simone offered, gesturing with an embarrassed but impish half-smile towards the half open doorway, “that you’d consider giving it a squeeze?”

After multiple squeezes just to reach this point, Kay had to tap out, “I’m sorry, I love you both, but whatever this is isn’t possible, I need to go.”

Flustered, upset, Kay turned to go down the stairs, not wanting to risk the elevator again. Unfortunately she found the stairwell even more hazardous. Narrow, steep and twisty, it only took a step or two before she found herself frozen, fat arms pinned against the walls on either side, her foot unable to find the next step and unable to see the next 5 steps beyond her belly. “These dyky twinks will be the death of me” she muttered to herself between exasperated breaths, unable to go any further down and unable to turn herself in the cramped confines of the old spiral staircase to go back up. Kay’s thighs left her stance so wide she couldn’t even settle both feet on the same step, so she balanced on one foot while the other hovered forward and back unable to find purchase on the step down or the step up.

“Kay! Kay! I’ve got it, I’ve got it” Mel finally got both sides of the door open. Mel and Simone raced to the stairs to stop Kay, surprised to only find her a few steps down and stopped.

“H-help” Kay whispered, afraid even speaking too loudly would send her toppling to her certain doom.

“We’re coming Kay!” Simone jumped into the elevator and rushed down to the next floor down and bounded back up the steps until she was in front of Kay.

“Y-you shouldn’t be there Simone! I might f-fall” Kay worried.

Mel grabbed hold of Kay’s hips, “I’ve got you”

Simone braced herself against Kay’s pendulous belly, “I’ve got you.”

Together, “we’ve got you, Kay”

Feeling their hands on her and hearing their voices calmed Kay down, “I think- back up is the only way”

“You can do it Kay, one foot at a time,” Simone ducked under Kay’s belly and helped her place her back foot on the next step up while Mel pulled Kay backwards so she wouldn’t tip forward.

Kay’s foot steady, Simone and Mel pushed and pulled to navigate her back up the step, then Simone went back under to help Kay find the next step.

“You’re doing great sweetie, “ reassured Mel, “just another step and you can sit down here on the ground.”

Heaving Kay backwards one more step Kay collapsed backwards, Mel scrambling to not get crushed (in a bad way).

Kay leaned her head back into Mel’s lap. Mel ran her hands through Kay’s hair, Simone petted Kay’s fat feet, “you’re okay, Kay, we’ve got you.”

Kay lifted her head to kiss Mel and then with Mel’s help sat up to kiss Simone, “well since I’m here I might as well see this surprise of yours.”

The three of them worked to get Kay back up on her feet. Mel and Simone well versed now in the slow, multi-step process of getting her onto all fours, then one knee, then hoisting her up with all their might.

With both half doors open, Kay didn’t even have to turn sideways to fit through, a luxury she hadn’t experienced in any home she’d ever lived in.

Greeted with a coat hook wall, Kay hung her purse, she recognized Simone and Mel’s jackets on the hooks and their shoes on the floor, “what is this place?”

She eagerly peeked around the corner of the wall into the open room, Simone and Mel trailing behind.

An enormous converted warehouse loft. Exposed brick walls, floor to ceiling arched windows, various bookshelves and hanging room dividers splitting up the space into designated bedroom, kitchen, dining, living, and she assumed the enclosed cube in the corner was the bathroom.

It was 5 times bigger than Mel and Simone’s tiny apartment.

“Is this, is this yours?” Kay couldn’t fathom how they’d made such a big leap.

“Well…” Mel and Simone looked at each other, blushing, “all of ours.”

Simone added sheepily, “if you’ll move in with us.”

Kay wrapped Mel and Simone into a tight hug, enveloping them in her fat, “of course!”

Letting them up for air, the three noticed they were all crying, they kissed each other’s tears.

“I was starting to think you wouldn’t be able to do it, I thought that was the end of us, they’ll never find a place big enough for me, for all of us, but you did it,” Kay couldn’t help but add, “I mean, minus the entrance.”

“About that!” Mel brought Kay over to the far interior wall, “if we’d realized how much trouble the front entrance would be we would have brought you in the back way.”

Simone lifted a gate revealing a freight elevator, big enough to drive their little car into, which meant it was big enough for Kay.

Kay walloped Mel on the shoulder, laughing, “you two brought me in the tiny way on purpose! Just to see me get stuck again you perverts!”

Simone and Mel were both laughing now, “I swear we thought you could fit! Sorry, we still have some lessons to learn obviously.”

Kay looked around, “well this is quite the school you’ve made for your teacher, so gimmie the tour already!”

Mel and Simone each took a hand and guided Kay through the areas, first the bedroom, complete with California King Big Fig mattress.

Kay tested the mattress and the frame with a gentle sit, “nary a squeak!”

Helping Kay back to her feet they guided her to the kitchen and dining, all the chairs steel framed with wide wooden bases, double ovens for Mel’s baking, counters with built in wooden chopping blocks and marble slabs for keeping croissant dough chilled, all the appliances you could need or want, even an espresso machine. It smelled like cinnamon, enough so that Kay wanted to ask if they’d been baking, but didn’t want to get sidetracked.

From there, Kay could get a glimpse of the bathroom cube, a sliding door opened up into a bathroom nearly the size of Mel and Simone’s old apartment. The room doubled as a laundry room with a stacked washer/dryer and clothes rack for drying to one side. Then a massive walk-in shower and the biggest surprise-

“is that? A bathtub I can fit in?!” Kay stepped up the stairs and then down again into a spa-sized circular bathtub, with the help of a handrail she lowered herself down, laying on her back, arms and legs splayed out, “this is magic.”

“Even better when you add water!” quipped Simone.

A dainty fat hand presented itself from below the rim of the tub and Mel and Simone went to work helping Kay back to her feet and out of the tub.

Last they entered the living area, with giant sofas and armchairs, their old tuffet, all Kay-safe save one, “I see you couldn’t give up the cinema seats” Kay nodded to the row of cinema seats agains the brick wall.

“We couldn’t let go! We found them at the flea market,” said Mel defensively.

“The same flea market we found you” added Simone, making a better case for them.

“Actually,” Mel hesitated, “there was one other thing we couldn’t quite give up.”

Kay sat on the tuffet and watched as Mel approached a large metal wheel connected to the bookshelf and began spinning it.

The bookshelves moved!

Kay lit up, “oh I’ve seen those! In archives! That must have cost you all a mint, but there’s so much room here, you don’t have to hide bookshelves behind bookshelves.”

Simone put a hand on Kay’s shoulder, “it’s more than a bookshelf.”

As the two bookshelves rolled apart, they revealed a door frame, or at least it looked like a door frame, but it was metal, bronze.

“What is that?” Kay stood up with Simone’s help and approached the doorway.

Closer she noticed imperfections in the wood, where it appeared as if pieces of the frame had been torn off and reattached.

“Is that-“

Mel finished her sentence, “it’s the kitchen door frame from our old apartment.”

“Well, it’s a metal cast of the remains of the kitchen door frame to our old apartment, it was beyond repair, this was the only way to preserve it,” Simone clarified.

“The one I-” Kay approached the narrow door.

She could see the frame was in two pieces, like two upside down L’s, that rolled together to create a door frame as Mel spun the bookshelf wheel.

Mel appeared on the other side of the narrow doorway, placing a hand on Kay’s belly, “we saved the pieces, it was the moment.”

Simone put her hands on Kay from behind, “the moment we both knew you were the missing piece.”

“Guys,” Kay glanced back and forth between them, “I can’t fit through this door, don’t you remember? I got stuck.”

There was an impishness in Kay’s voice that made Simone and Mel tremble with anticipation, “the only reason I got out last time was because the frame broke,” she pressed her great belly against the narrow frame, “I can’t break metal.”

Mel eagerly jumped in, “that’s what the archive rollers are for! When we want to, you know, we lock the rollers here, and when you want to get out we simply-“ Mel spun the wheel, pulling the two upside down L’s apart.

Kay approached the wheel, spinning the L’s back together, “and what’s the, ‘you know’?”

Simone joined Mel, stuttering, “w-we just thought, well, everything here is you-sized, it’s for you, there’s no tight squeezes here at all, we made sure of it-“

Kay smiled her Cheshire Cat smile as she waddled back to the narrow door, “but you wanted to hold onto one teeny tiny keepsake from your old teeny tiny lives.”

Mel and Simone were sweating now.

“You’ve been such good students,” Kay kissed Mel, then Simone, “I guess I can allow you to be bad, just this once.”

Kay could hear Mel and Simone’s breathing change.

“Maybe it was my clothes that prevented me from crossing the threshold last time,” Kay lifted her arms and Mel and Simone sprung into action, unbuttoning, unzipping, peeling off all of Kay’s clothes and each other’s clothes until the three of them stood naked at the doorway, Mel in front of Kay and Simone behind, the opposite of their original date night.

“Normally, I’d never attempt a doorway like this forwards, if I remember correctly I had tried to squeeze through sideways,” Kay turned her awe inspiring form and gracefully waddled sideways into the frame, her thigh immediately meeting resistance, but her great weight forcing it through until her belly and butt met the sides.

The three exchanged glances, “huh,” commented Kay, “tighter than the last time.”

Mel and Simone dove at Kay’s neck, kissing her multiple chins, the vampiric aspect of Mel and Simone’s lustful pounce made her sweat. She continued her sideways waddle as Mel helped pull her butt and belly from in front and Simone helped push her belly and but from behind.

Reaching her halfway point, Kay stopped to catch her breath, “now,” huff huff, “there was a loud sound, my ass shelf knocked something off your counter, I panicked!” She gasped for emphasis, “and I turned to go back the way I came!”

Kay thought she could make the turn herself, but the frame really was tighter this time, she heaved herself trying to turn, Mel and Simone saw Kay couldn’t perform the reenactment herself so Mel pushed Kay’s belly while Simone pushed Kay’s ass.

SQUEAK Kay’s sweaty slippery flesh squeezed against the unforgiving bronze.

Finally with another heave and both of her partners pushing, Kay twisted in the doorway, wedging herself in the narrow frame. Her belly poured out before her, her ass projected out behind her. Kay was red faced and panting for breath, not from the exertion, but from horniness.

“This was the moment” Kay thought, “that I discovered my missing piece,” safe and wedged and at the mercy of her two adoring worshipers. But there was something she couldn’t bring herself to do before that she had to do now.

Mel and Simone were rubbing their hands on Kay’s belly and ass, waiting in anticipation for Kay to ask them for help, “Kay- are you okay?”

“Do you need any…help?”

“No,” Kay surprised them going off script, “there was something I didn’t tell you that night that I need to tell you now.”

The room was electric, Mel and Simone were vibrating, not knowing what was coming.

“I-I-“ Kay wanted to say it, she had to say it, “I don’t want you to get me unstuck.”

Mel and Simone pushed themselves into Kay’s fat, embracing her, “what do you want, Kay”

“Tell us, Kay.”

“I-I w-want you to-“ Kay was so hot and bothered she was losing her speech, “I want you to feed me.”

Mel and Simone locked eyes.

“I-I w-want you to f-fuck me” Kay squeaked, her voice running out in the tight confines of the doorframe, “Here. Now.”

In a blink of an eye Mel and Simone were gone.

A moment of horny panic came over Kay, as she realized how vulnerable she was in this position, unable to get free if her captors didn’t release her. The panic was interrupted by the sounds of Mel in the kitchen and Simone in the bathroom.

Mel appeared behind Kay again, a tray of warm sticky cinnamon buns in her hands. She climbed onto Kay’s ass shelf so she could reach her arms around and offer her a bite. Mel slid the sticky buns onto Kay’s chest, allowing the runny icing to slowly drip between her breasts and onto her belly.

OMPH Kay took an entire cinnamon bun into her mouth, barely able to chew, but the fresh baked bun melting in her mouth.

Simone appeared in front of Kay with bottle of lube and a vibrating dildo. She knelt before her goddess, squeezing lube into her hands, and generously applying it to Kay’s thighs and under her apron belly and fupa, the cold lube made Kay’s fat feet squirm. Squeezing her hand in and up, Simone found Kay already wet and warm and waiting.

Lubing the vibrator so it could penetrate all the layers of fat before reaching its destination, Simone turned it on and thrusted her way through.

UMPH Kay took the entire vibrator and Simone’s hand holding it inside. Simone’s arm and hand pressed against Kay’s clit as she moved the vibrator up and down, in and out. The vibrations echoing through Simone’s bony wrist onto Kay’s g-spot.

Mel pushed another cinnamon bun into Kay’s mouth, it was happening, Kay could feel herself, filled from below, filled from above, filling the doorway, she was losing control, giving up control.

HNNN HNNN AHHHH AHHHH MMMPH MMPH

The orgasm was so powerful Mel had to grab onto Kay’s fat to keep from slipping off.

The sweat on Kay’s fat feet caused her to slip but wedged as she was she didn’t immediately collapse, instead, her flesh squeaking against bronze bars, she slid down from a standing position to kneeling. Even as she flirted with stucks and squeezes her entire fat life, falling in a confined space like this had always been Kay’s greatest fear, a fear only someone her size and weight could truly grasp, but here, in the safety of her own apartment, protected by her loyal servants, it was now her greatest thrill.

As her knees reached the ground, her great legs bending compacted her confined fat even further, trapping Simone’s arm inside her. The momentary panic of being unable to extract her arm caused Simone to thrust harder, bringing Kay to aftershock orgasm.

NNGH NNGH NNGH MMPH MMPH

This time, the undulations and slippy sweat were too much and Mel slipped off of Kay’s back.

She ran around to the front, finding Simone unable to pull herself free and Kay reaching for another cinnamon roll from atop her breasts.

Mel tried to pull Simone out but the scenario overwhelmed her, she took the cinnamon roll out of Kay’s hands and held it tantalizingly close to her lips. Kay reached for it but Mel teased her with it, bringing it to her lips and taking it away.

Kay grabbed Mel, pulling her into her belly, she stuck a fat finger into Mel’s wet pussy. Mel relinquished the cinnamon bun as Kay fingered her, allowing her a tiny bite.

Simone looked up at Kay fingering Mel and Mel feeding Kay, she grabbed Kay’s belly and lifted her pelvis up, presenting herself to Mel.

Mel shoved four fingers into Simone, her thumb on her clit. At the same time she shoved the rest of the cinnamon roll into Kay’s mouth.

They came together.

AHHH AHHH HNNN HNNN MMMP MMPH

Kay worried that her two overstimulated partners would faint from excitement, leaving her unable to get unstuck.

The thought rang in her mind.

Unable to get unstuck.

She looked at Mel, icing melting between them, sticky, gluing them together

Unable to get unstuck.

She looked at Simone, elbow deep in the triangle of her upper thighs and fupa, struggling to get free.

Unable to get unstuck.

As another orgasm swept over her, Kay grabbed the hair on the back of Mel’s head, she grabbed the hair on the back of Simone’s head. Grabbing them both got their undivided attention, all eyes were on Kay. She swallowed the cinnamon bun as Mel brought another to her lips, she looked at their dream apartment, she looked at the doorframe that held her captive, she looked at Mel, she looked at Simone, the three of them, intertwined, interlocked-

“I don’t want to get unstuck.”

THE END