Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Stuck at Sea!
Many people would have been ashamed to let these things happen, but Peter and Denise found the events very erotic. The discussed them often, and aside from having a healthy family, enjoyable careers, their main goal was to see how much bigger Denise could get and see where else she might get stuck. They certainly didn't seek out places for her to get stuck, and always avoided them when the kids were around. This week to themselves, on the other hand, they weren't planning to be nearly so careful.
Denise been 123 pounds when they married, and each of their three children had added significantly to her girth. From there it was Peter's discovery that he loved a bigger Denise that led Denise to continue getting bigger. This summer Denise was bigger than ever, tipping the scales at 465 pounds.
It was difficult choosing a place to go on vacation. At her size Denise didn't want to do a lot of walking. The RV was out of the question, it was too small for her a couple years ago, impossible now. Last year had been a trip to Niagara Falls. It was a lot of fun, but a lot of walking too. It had taken her a month to recover from that, and she was much thinner then! The perfect trip finally presented itself: a cruise! There wouldn't be much walking for Denise, and they wanted to test the rumour that you always gained weight on a cruise.
Though they had a nice cabin, a cruise ship is ultimately a moving hotel, and there are concessions that must be made to keep it as small as possible. Doors are a little tighter, bathrooms a little smaller. When first setting up in their cabin there was some worry that Denise might find a place to get stuck sooner rather than lighter. Though there were some tight fits, there weren't any problems.
The ship made a cruise of the Caribbean, and while it made a few stops, Peter and Denise remained aboard the ship. They discovered the rumours were true, and that food was plentiful even beyond their imagination.
As the week wore on it became clear that no matter how much Denise ate, and how tight things seemed aboard the ship, she wasn't going to get stuck anywhere. The food and privacy did provide them with plenty of entertainment anyway.
On their last full day on ship they went to their favourite buffet. Peter was going to bring her plate after plate of food, as he had all week. This time they were going to go for broke and stay until they were told to leave.
As then entered, they realised they weren't alone in enjoying the buffet. The place was packed! They looked around for an empty table, an empty booth, something. Eventually they settled on a booth that already had a couple in it, but wasn't full. The husband and wife were seated across from each other. The husband was quite large, maybe an equal for Denise. There was already a large plate of food in front of him. Peter and Denise asked if they could join them, and the couple said yes. They moved around so that Denise was facing the husband, and their spouses were on the outside of the booth.
The booths were roomy, and the tables moved, which was why Denise hadn't gotten stuck in them as they'd hoped a few days earlier. However, sitting across from this other large man, the table was much tighter. Even still, Denise could still get up if she needed to.
As the afternoon wore on it became clear that this other couple had the same intention as Denise and Peter: to get in as much of this great food as possible! They chatted about the experiences on the cruise, all the great food they'd eaten and places they'd been. Denise and the husband would keep eating as their spouses gathered plate after plate of food. As the day became evening, a competitive spirit took hold. It was a friendly competition, but each couple was determined to eat the most.
The restaurant slowly emptied, and they could have moved to more comfortable chairs, or their own booth, but the Battle of the Bulges continued. Denise had eaten more than she could ever recall, and was uncomfortably full. She was pretty sure the same was true of her counterpart.
Finally they were the last people in the place and the staff was eager to clean up. The food was put away, and the race was on to polish off their last plate first. It ended in a virtual dead heat. Everyone smiled, Denise and the fat husband had dreamy looks on their faces, they were very pleased with themselves, and also happy that the food had finally stopped.
Denise turned to get up.
At least, she tried to turn. The table jostled, squeezing into her belly. She and her eating companion tried moving in different ways, with each other, against each other, sitting still, trying to go up, down, left right, but it was no use.
They were stuck! Stuck at sea!
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Friday, September 14, 2007
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
Thursday, September 13, 2007
Stuck!
After going to college, and meeting Peter she never really got to get out on the road again. She really missed it, but it was something that Peter just didn't really want to do. When they camped, Peter preferred to 'rough it', and she came to enjoy camping that way too.
Once they were married, and especially after having kids, Peter and Denise's lifestyle was far less active. They didn't get out as much, and they certainly didn't dare go camping with their little kids. As a result of being more sedentary, they gained some weight. Denise also gained a little more weight with each baby she had.
In fact, it was more than a little. Denise had been quite fit when they met, carrying 115 pounds on her 5'3" frame. By the time they married she was still considered svelte at 123 pounds. When she first became pregnant she was already a little chubby at 150 pounds. 9 Months later, she was waddling around at 240 pounds. After having the baby she managed to get her weight down to 200 pounds, but she just didn't find the time or energy to exercise more, and she couldn't really help eating all the food she liked. Besides, Peter rather enjoyed the softness of her body, and often mentioned that he missed how big she'd become when pregnant. It wasn't long before another pregnancy took her from 200 to 270 pounds. Her weight dropped to 250 afterwards, but it quickly crept back up to 270 just in time to become pregnant a third time. She gained 'only' 50 pounds this time, but her weight wouldn't drop below 300 again, and would in fact settle around 330 pounds.
Her friends and family assumed that she was miserable with her weight, but she was quite pleased with it. It had really strengthened her relationship with Peter. He quite literally couldn't get enough of her. She was three times the girl that Peter had first met, but he loved her 10 times as much, so it was going very well for Denise.
With their kids growing up a little, they decided to leave the kids with her parents for a week and take some time for themselves. Peter thought it would be a blast to go camping like they used to. Denise pointed out that it was fine when she was 130 pounds to sleep on the ground, but there was no way she was going to try it now.
Instead they borrowed her parents RV so Peter could see just how much fun it was to camp in comfort.
Their first night was when Denise realised that she wouldn't be reliving her childhood experiences. Dinner was a little more awkward than she'd expected, the table was a booth, and while she could squeeze in, her belly was perched right on the table. They both thought it was fantastically funny, but it was uncomfortable. Eventually she shifted so she was sort of sitting sideways, with her belly hanging out the side. At night the bunk they slept on was much smaller than their bed at home. It was very cosy, which suited them just fine.
It was the next morning where the real surprise happened though.
Peter was having his shower, and Denise snuck up to join him. Even though she tried to squeeze in with him, it was abundantly clear that there wasn't going to be room for both of them, so she waited patiently for him to finish up.
Denise squeezed into the shower and realised that even without Peter it was a tight fit. She twisted and turned, but she couldn't seem to get the shower door to close. Finally she called Peter to close it from the outside. It pressed into her back as he closed it, but it did close as she wiggled and pushed with her bum. Her breasts and belly were squeezed as flat as possible against the opposite wall.
With the door closed she had just enough room to turn around. She couldn't help but be touching at least one wall, and found that should be be touching ever wall of the stall with some part of her body if she stood relaxed. She thought it was pretty funny, and once her body was slicked up with her body wash, it actually felt really nice to be slip along the wall. She wished that Peter could join her, this shower was by far the best she'd felt in a long time all by herself! She just revelled in her oversized body pushing this tiny stall to its limits.
When the shower was done she was fresh and relaxed. She tried to open the door, but she wasn't too surprised that she couldn't. She called for Peter, who was more than happy to help out. He pushed, she squeezed. It just wasn't getting past her. She spun around, hoping that might give more room. He kept pushing on the door, but all it did was press into her flesh. The harder he pushed, the more it dug in and hurt.
They weren't sure why the door could close but not open. They weren't sure how she was going to get out. They were sure of one thing though: Denise was stuck!
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