"Okay, okay, give me a minute." You say placatingly. Having her angry at you for the road trip probably isn't a great idea. Taking a firm stance, you grab hold of her outstrecthed arm. "One, two, three!" On your count, both of you throw your respective weights into the task. Although, you suspect that, as little as it is in comparison, yours is doing the bulk of the work. Slowly, Ashley begins to ooze out of the doorframe. As she does, you can see the red mark on her belly where the offending frame has pinched her. As she was gradually released, a slight ammount of creaking could be heard.
With a final heave, she was free. For a second, she seemed to lose her balance, and you were almost confronted with the reality of an almost eight hundred pound woman crushing you against the concrete. You guessed it wouldn't be as pleasurable as in the bedroom. Luckily for the both of you, she didn't fall, and instead took a tottering step towards the car. Taking a moment to collect herself, she gave a loud huff before getting herself moving. At a pace generously described as glacial, she inched closer to the vehicle. As she lumbered forwards, you were treated to the sight of all of that fat rippling and shaking as she moved. A rare sight to be sure. Her round face, already flushed from her doorway aordeal, was growing beet red with the exertion of waddling. Beads of sweat ran down her chins to soak her shirt.
It was no wonder that when she got to the car, she simply leant back on it, gasping and panting for breath, more of her belly being exposed, smooth and pale as snow. You had often joked that you should do a joint halloween costume, with you as a werewolf and her as the moon. Such remarks were always met with a hlaf-hearted slap, as she failed to fully remove her attention from either her game, or her food. Or both.
Luckily, you did not have a repeat of the doorway incident loading her up. When you bought your new wheels, she had scoffed at you, mokingly asking why you bought a big, dumb, American car. But now at double her original weight, Nothing else would do. And you would need every bit of horsepower the engine could manage on Scotland's hilly roads. Although, taking note of how close her gut was to the dashboard, maybe it was time you thought about retiring it.
After getting Ashley's seatbelt extender fitted, you set off.
How was the drive?
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