Friday, September 14, 2007
Stuck! Again!
Denise and Peter were ready for another vacation. Her parents were happy to take the kids for a week again. They were not going to let Peter and Denise take the RV again. It had been quite a chore to get all the baby oil cleaned up from when they'd borrowed it last summer.
Peter and Denise never let on exactly how baby oil got everywhere to anyone else, but often talked about their experience themselves. At 330 pounds, Denise had become wedged in the shower of her parents' RV. After a few other attempts to get her out they had finally used some baby oil to slide her past the door. She'd been on her feet for too long at that point and had gone to sit right down. Unfortunately with her back side oiled up, she slipped right to the floor. It wasn't long before baby oil was every where and they were slipping and sliding with each other for the rest of their vacation. It was the most fun they'd ever had, but it was a big mess.
This summer they merely rented a suite in Niagara Falls to have a second honeymoon. On their last honeymoon Denise had been quite a bit smaller at 123 pounds. Over the years she had softened up, gaining considerable amounts of weight with each of their 3 pregnancies. Peter learned that he enjoyed Denise more when there was more to enjoy. Denise learned that when Peter enjoyed more of her, she enjoyed it too. So over time she had reached her 330 stuck-in-the-shower pounds.
They had enjoyed that event so much that Denise's appetite had been renewed to a new level, meaning that Peter had a 393 pound bride to take on his second honeymoon. Unfortunately, carrying her across the threshold didn't happen this time. Heading directly for the bed, with clothes flying every which way did happen again though.
After a few hours Denise headed to the washroom to freshen up. She looked around. She frowned and laughed together when she noticed that the shower was more than generous enough to accommodate her and Peter. She looked at the Jacuzzi tub. It seemed pretty big, but she wasn't sure if there'd be room for both of them in it. Only one way to find out though. She began to fill it.
The tub was big, and it took a long while to fill. They both waited patiently in the robes supplied by the hotel. They laughed as Denise's robe was far from a good fit. By cinching the belt tight they did manage to tie it around her waist, but her belly and boobs were on fully display. She could barely breath in it. When Peter mentioned that he'd seen showers that were a better fit Denise laughed so hard the belt broke. They both fell into fits of laughter with that.
As the tub filled Denise slipped into it. The water level rose dramatically as she submerged herself; Peter had to move quickly to stop the tub from over filling. A quick glance told him that while it was a tub built for two, his wife was built like two: he wasn't going to fit. They were both a little sad about this, but they decided to make the best of it.
She just soaked, enjoying the pressure of the jets against her soft body. He fed her a box of chocolates as she relaxed. After a while he decided that he'd wash her with some body wash he found in the shower. It was a little awkward for him, but feeling her fat under the water, sliding around with the body wash felt quite spectacular, it was worth the effort.
She really enjoyed it too, finally deciding to get out of the tub only because the water was getting cold and she was getting wrinkly. As the water drained she turned to get up.
And slipped.
She tried to plant her foot on the bottom of the tub, and it was slippery. She realised it was from the body wash, it clung to both her and the tub, and provided absolutely no friction at all.
As the water drained she tried again and again without success. There were no grab bars, and with the depth of the tub, she couldn't get a good grip on the side. Even with the water out her skin and the bottom of the tub were too slick.
She was stuck.
Again.
Peter and Denise never let on exactly how baby oil got everywhere to anyone else, but often talked about their experience themselves. At 330 pounds, Denise had become wedged in the shower of her parents' RV. After a few other attempts to get her out they had finally used some baby oil to slide her past the door. She'd been on her feet for too long at that point and had gone to sit right down. Unfortunately with her back side oiled up, she slipped right to the floor. It wasn't long before baby oil was every where and they were slipping and sliding with each other for the rest of their vacation. It was the most fun they'd ever had, but it was a big mess.
This summer they merely rented a suite in Niagara Falls to have a second honeymoon. On their last honeymoon Denise had been quite a bit smaller at 123 pounds. Over the years she had softened up, gaining considerable amounts of weight with each of their 3 pregnancies. Peter learned that he enjoyed Denise more when there was more to enjoy. Denise learned that when Peter enjoyed more of her, she enjoyed it too. So over time she had reached her 330 stuck-in-the-shower pounds.
They had enjoyed that event so much that Denise's appetite had been renewed to a new level, meaning that Peter had a 393 pound bride to take on his second honeymoon. Unfortunately, carrying her across the threshold didn't happen this time. Heading directly for the bed, with clothes flying every which way did happen again though.
After a few hours Denise headed to the washroom to freshen up. She looked around. She frowned and laughed together when she noticed that the shower was more than generous enough to accommodate her and Peter. She looked at the Jacuzzi tub. It seemed pretty big, but she wasn't sure if there'd be room for both of them in it. Only one way to find out though. She began to fill it.
The tub was big, and it took a long while to fill. They both waited patiently in the robes supplied by the hotel. They laughed as Denise's robe was far from a good fit. By cinching the belt tight they did manage to tie it around her waist, but her belly and boobs were on fully display. She could barely breath in it. When Peter mentioned that he'd seen showers that were a better fit Denise laughed so hard the belt broke. They both fell into fits of laughter with that.
As the tub filled Denise slipped into it. The water level rose dramatically as she submerged herself; Peter had to move quickly to stop the tub from over filling. A quick glance told him that while it was a tub built for two, his wife was built like two: he wasn't going to fit. They were both a little sad about this, but they decided to make the best of it.
She just soaked, enjoying the pressure of the jets against her soft body. He fed her a box of chocolates as she relaxed. After a while he decided that he'd wash her with some body wash he found in the shower. It was a little awkward for him, but feeling her fat under the water, sliding around with the body wash felt quite spectacular, it was worth the effort.
She really enjoyed it too, finally deciding to get out of the tub only because the water was getting cold and she was getting wrinkly. As the water drained she turned to get up.
And slipped.
She tried to plant her foot on the bottom of the tub, and it was slippery. She realised it was from the body wash, it clung to both her and the tub, and provided absolutely no friction at all.
As the water drained she tried again and again without success. There were no grab bars, and with the depth of the tub, she couldn't get a good grip on the side. Even with the water out her skin and the bottom of the tub were too slick.
She was stuck.
Again.
Labels: FA, fiction, stuck, weight gain
// posted by Charlotte @ 2:26:00 PM 
