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

Zoe's words didn't fully relefect her thoughts on the matter. In truth, she was certain that she was stuck. She had progressed as far as she could manage on her own accord, which was within an inch of her waist. In desperation she had forced another half inch and wedged the frame tight with soft helpings of belly fat.

The pressure of the frame against her skin gave her a sense of just how poorly she sized for the window. She could feel the full weight of her stomach hanging deeper than the frame and realised the impossibility of it pulling through in its bulbous form.

Inside she could hear Jessica and Liz muttering, she couldn't make out the words but they were exchanging back and forward, most likely trying to figure out what on earth to do with her wedged lower half in their wall. Worse again, Zoe realised that she was blocking the only way in and out of the house and for how long she didn't know!

She remained fixed, hands outstretched to the grass propping up her chest and shoulders. She was helpless and clueless as to what to do next. A pair of hands took hold around her belly, doing their best to cup the enormity of its size. Then another pair took place on either cheek of her bum. Once engaged both sets of hands pushed fevoursly into her lower half. It seemed the strategy was to stuff her fattened gut upwards to meet the dimensions of the window and then force it through from a steady push from behind. She couldn't tell who was doing what but knew both girls were driving as much power as they could for the cause.

Zoe tried pushing herself forward as well leveraging what force she could from the grass below, but if didn't seem like she would be able to contribute enough strength to get her moving through. Further assistance would be required if she was to budge, but where could this come from she thought?

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

Zoe's words didn't fully relefect her thoughts on the matter. In truth, she was certain that she was stuck. She had progressed as far as she could manage on her own accord, which was within an inch of her waist. In desperation she had forced another half inch and wedged the frame tight with soft helpings of belly fat.

The pressure of the frame against her skin gave her a sense of just how poorly she sized for the window. She could feel the full weight of her stomach hanging deeper than the frame and realised the impossibility of it pulling through in its bulbous form.

Inside she could hear Jessica and Liz muttering, she couldn't make out the words but they were exchanging back and forward, most likely trying to figure out what on earth to do with her wedged lower half in their wall. Worse again, Zoe realised that she was blocking the only way in and out of the house and for how long she didn't know!

She remained fixed, hands outstretched to the grass propping up her chest and shoulders. She was helpless and clueless as to what to do next. A pair of hands took hold around her belly, doing their best to cup the enormity of its size. Then another pair took place on either cheek of her bum. Once engaged both sets of hands pushed fevoursly into her lower half. It seemed the strategy was to stuff her fattened gut upwards to meet the dimensions of the window and then force it through from a steady push from behind. She couldn't tell who was doing what but knew both girls were driving as much power as they could for the cause.

Zoe tried pushing herself forward as well leveraging what force she could from the grass below, but if didn't seem like she would be able to contribute enough strength to get her moving through. Further assistance would be required if she was to budge, but where could this come from she thought?