"Okay, I'm going to push on the count of three, got it?"
Evan had found a bottle of olive oil stashed away in a kitchen cupboard. The lion used that to grease both the edges of the doorframe as well as the dog's immensely flabby flanks. The plan now was to push the dog backwards into the bedroom and hopefully he'll pop out.
"Three, got it," said Derrick.
"Alright. One...two..THREE!" The lion shoved with all of his might, his slim body pressing hard and sinking into the German Shepherd's oiled up belly. At first, the dog didn't seem to budge. Yet after a few minutes of trying, Evan felt the massive dog shift slightly.
"I think it's working!" said Derrick. "Keep going!"
Shoving even harder now, the lion could tell the dog was getting loosened from the frame millimeter by millimeter. "Okay, I think one more hard shove should do it," Evan panted. He stepped back and charged at Derrick. Colliding with the mutt's gut, the lion heard a loud slipping noise. Derrick came crashing backwards onto his tremendous rear to a boom. The lion feel onto his belly using it like a giant pillow.
"Are you okay?" asked Evan, his legs straddling either side of the dog's gut. "Did you hit your head or anything?"
"No, no. I'm fine. Just a bruised ego," Derrick replied.
The lion got off of him and assessed the situation. "Okay, now how do we get you up?" he asked.
"I think I can handle this..." Derrick rolled over onto his belly, exposing his naked overgrown rump. The dog slowly got onto all fours, then pushed himself onto his knees, and finally used the wall to get back on his feet, his flabby body wobbling as jostling the entire time. The dog panted and huffed, catching his breath after the Herculean effort it took him to get back onto his feet.
"Got it?" asked Evan.
"Yeah...I think so," replied Derrick who was now inspecting his naked and oily body. "Sorry you had to see my butt. I was going to put something on before I got stuck."
"Oh, no worries."
"God, I've really done a number to myself..." said Derrick as he patted his olive oil soaked stomach.
"Well, I mean, I was the one who thought that olive oil wo-"
"No, no," Derrick cut in. "I mean, this!" The dog took his paws and lifted up his massive gut, letting it go, falling back down and wobbling like mad. "I've really, really let myself go. I knew I was getting big, but I didn't realize I was getting so huge that I wouldn't be able to fit through my bedroom door..."
"Yeah...yeah, I guess you're, uh, a bit of a big pup." Evan was at a loss of word for what to say.
"You can say that again. And now look what's happened to me: I'm naked, covered in oil, and so fat that I nearly winded myself getting up off the floor. Ugh, I need to do something about this. And the oil. I need a shower and a think. Hey, Evan. Why don't you take that Chinese food home with you. Hell, take all of it. You'd be saving me from myself."
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