#stuckage

See ya, Rahmiya!

I love it allll. I want to get so fat I get jammed in doorways and need to have people push from the other side.

I want my hips so massive I get stuck in chairs between the arm rests.

I want to cram myself into a booth at a restaurant and not be able to shimmy my overfed belly out after I’m done (this one has actually happened before)

I want my huge gut pinned to a steering wheel, or my body too wide to be a passenger princess.

I want to touch all four walls of my shower till my lard keeps popping the door open

I want to be unable to get out of clothes and have to eat till they pop

Part of him wanted to just plop back into bed, surrender his mobility completely, and just let her feed him further into enormousness, but the louder voice in his head was pleading with him to get out now, while he could still manage even this meager waddle. His shirt barely covered half his torso. His elastic shorts were slipping down as the wobbling masses of his sides and butt shook with his slightest movement.

His double chin bunched as he turned to see the bed he'd ventured from: sagging in the middle, the enormous divot his weight had formed over countless sedentary hours gorging an uncountable number calories looked almost welcoming. He couldn't have been more than a few feet away, but he felt too far to turn back.

Bracing his hands on the side of the door frame, he tried to catch his breath, feeling drips of sweat running down his back. Mustering what little strength remained beneath all his fat, he took the last step he needed to exit the room and claim his freedom…

Only to feel unforgiving entryway pinching at his sides.

Stuck.

He'd have blurted out a swear if he had enough breath to get a word out.

Bracing his meaty hands on the frame, he tried to pull himself through, feeling the fat on his sides squeezing against the rolls of his back and butt, but fail to give way.

Huffing, he pushed himself back into the room, panic rising. How could he have trapped himself like this?

Turning, he felt confident he'd fit through sideways. His belly brushed the frame, his butt squishing as he leaned his way out of the room.

He felt himself getting stuck again, but he was close. The wood of the frame was groaning. His knees begging for relief.

He just… needed… to…

With a relieved POP, he felt himself release.

Then realized the shelf of his butt was now separated by the frame. One globular cheek on each side. Properly stuck now. His belly, still taut and plump full of a morning's worth of treats, uncomfortably pressed against the other side of the frame.