Kinktober Day 7: Stuck

Charlotte didn’t know if her roommate would ever get up again. “C’mon, it’s not funny!” she whined.

Her roommate was still sitting on the floor, laughing so hard she could barely make a sound.

“Zora, I mean it, I need help!”

“Just—give me—give me a second!” she said before taking another look at Charlotte and breaking down into gasping laughter again. As Charlotte stared at her, thick arms crossed and a heavy frown on her fat face, Zora finally composed herself. She sat up, wiping tears from her eyes and taking deep breaths. “Fuck, my sides hurt,” she sighed as she picked herself up off the floor.

“Are you done?” Charlotte asked grumpily.

Zora pressed her lips together tightly, trying her best to hold herself together as she nodded. “How long have you been here?” she asked.

“Only like ten minutes,” Charlotte lied. In truth, she’d been stuck in the doorway leading from the kitchen to the living room for nearly two hours. But there was no way she’d admit that to Zora.

“And you tried backing up, right?” Zora figured she should cover all the bases. Charlotte was a smart girl, but easily flustered, especially when she was embarrassed.

Charlotte nodded, cheeks flushing a dark red. “I’m wedged in pretty tight.”

“I can see that. C’mon, give me your hands. Let’s see if we can get you out of there.” The two women clasped hands and Zora began to pull. For a moment, it seemed like they were making progress, but it became clear that Charlotte was just too damn fat for it to work. “Probably regretting all those late-night Jack in the Box orders, huh?” Zora said, half-joking as she tried to think of another solution.

Charlotte rolled her eyes. “You’re the one that keeps bringing whole boxes of pastries home from work.”

“So it’s my fault you’re too fat to go through the doorway, then?”

“Yes,” Charlotte sniffed. “Or at least I’m blaming it on you no matter what.”

Zora smiled. “Okay, let’s try something else.” She stepped close to her roommate and put her hands against the plush sides of her waist. “I’m gonna try and squeeze you down a little bit. You’re going to wiggle toward me, and that’s how we’re gonna get you out, okay?”

Charlotte was blushing again. She nodded. “Let’s do it.”

Zora reached back, wedging her fingers between the doorway and Charlotte’s heavy curves, squeezing inward to try and give her the space to squeeze through. Part of her thought it might not work. It seemed like the more she pressed down, the more her roommate’s chub started to puff out elsewhere. It didn’t help that being pressed so close was super distracting. The side of Zora’s face was pressed against Charlotte’s massive (and soft, so soft) breasts, and the larger woman’s belly jutted forward like it was trying to force Zora back. Zora’s poor fingers were getting a little smashed in the doorframe, but if she could just get Charlotte out without needing to call the fire department, it would be worth it.

Charlotte was doing her best to take advantage of the little pockets of space Zora had created. The frame was pinched so tightly against her waist, and she knew she’d be hurting for a few days afterward. She kept getting distracted by how good Zora’s touch felt, even under the circumstances. Her little hands and arms getting buried in Charlotte’s side rolls, her hips flush with Charlotte’s belly, her warm breaths puffing against Charlotte’s soft arm—it almost made it hard to remember that she needed to move, and fast.

Slowly, they were able to wedge her out, until they’d at least freed her waist and her much more squishable hips and butt were able to squeeze (just barely) through the door. When she finally popped free, Charlotte stumbled, and Zora tripped, and somehow they both ended up on the floor together, breathing hard. Zora was trapped beneath Charlotte’s bulk, and for a few moments, neither of them moved.

Charlotte moved first, shifting off of her roommate and apologizing profusely. Zora was frozen for another second, then sat up, reassuring her it was fine.

“Thank you for helping me get out. Maybe I’ll slim down now that I can’t get into the kitchen,” she joked.

Zora laughed. “No problem. Glad I could help.” She helped her roommate off the living room floor, the air still thick between them. She swallowed and looked away for a moment, then turned back and said, “Do you wanna go get something to eat? I feel like I need it after that.”

Charlotte gave her round belly a pat. “I think you know the answer. You don’t get stuck in doorways by turning down free food.”

Zora bumped her hip against Charlotte’s. “Who said anything about free?” she teased as they headed out the front door together.