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Liz watched Zoe's head and shoulders slowly disappear from view through the window. But her belly could not fit. It would cushion against the wall as she tried to move forward. She would then thrust her hips back to reset before repeating, continuously rocking her hips backwards and forwards and squeezing her overfed stomach against the wall and back into her lap.

No word had yet been spoken. Liz's mouth was agape, watching the hopeless cycle of Zoe's hips winding over and back. She knew she couldn't fit, but thought that maybe Zoe thought she could? That would explain why she kept trying the same motion over and over - did she think she was just misaligning her movements? Could she be that blissfully unaware of the size of her stomach?

Jessica remained speechless too. Although she was less aghast and more quietly observing the situation before committing to comment. She stood directly behind Zoe's struggling rear. Her legs alternated between a state of contraction and release as she tried to push through the window. Technically Zoe was exercising which would at least start addressing her glaring need for weight loss.
Her bum was round and shapely and jiggled playfully when she relaxed her glutes. Her jeans sat low on her hips, firmly below her muffin top waistline and low enough to whaletail her bright florescent pink thong underwear.

It took a moment before both Jessica and Liz realised that Zoe has suspended the cycle. Her stomach hung lazily in defeat. Her leg muscles collapsed in fatigue but the step ladder ensured they stayed standing. Her bum bobbed gently into it's roundest shape. Suddenly, a faint voice uttered words from the flipside of the window.

"Girls.... I think I'm stuck..."

Description
Liz watched Zoe's head and shoulders slowly disappear from view through the window. But her belly could not fit. It would cushion against the wall as she tried to move forward. She would then thrust her hips back to reset before repeating, continuously rocking her hips backwards and forwards and squeezing her overfed stomach against the wall and back into her lap.

No word had yet been spoken. Liz's mouth was agape, watching the hopeless cycle of Zoe's hips winding over and back. She knew she couldn't fit, but thought that maybe Zoe thought she could? That would explain why she kept trying the same motion over and over - did she think she was just misaligning her movements? Could she be that blissfully unaware of the size of her stomach?

Jessica remained speechless too. Although she was less aghast and more quietly observing the situation before committing to comment. She stood directly behind Zoe's struggling rear. Her legs alternated between a state of contraction and release as she tried to push through the window. Technically Zoe was exercising which would at least start addressing her glaring need for weight loss.
Her bum was round and shapely and jiggled playfully when she relaxed her glutes. Her jeans sat low on her hips, firmly below her muffin top waistline and low enough to whaletail her bright florescent pink thong underwear.

It took a moment before both Jessica and Liz realised that Zoe has suspended the cycle. Her stomach hung lazily in defeat. Her leg muscles collapsed in fatigue but the step ladder ensured they stayed standing. Her bum bobbed gently into it's roundest shape. Suddenly, a faint voice uttered words from the flipside of the window.

"Girls.... I think I'm stuck..."