The Short Straw, Chapter 3: Like Removing a Ring From a Fat Finger (Patreon)

My latest BBW double stuck story continues with the delicate process of getting unstuck...

CHAPTER 3: LIKE REMOVING A RING FROM A FAT FINGER

Satisfied that she had enough photos and video of Marcie’s framed derrière, from all angles, Bonnie put down her camera and phone on the dresser.

“So- do you have a plan for how to um… remove this?” Marcie grabbed the frame and tried to twist it but it was discouragingly unmoving.

“The way I figure it-” Bonnie was standing with Marcie now, arms around her waist, holding her close, “we get it off like we did our wedding rings when they got stuck.”

“Bonnie, I had a claustrophobic panic attack when we couldn’t get my wedding ring off.”

“Okay, true- but that was because we weren’t having sex while we did it.”

Marcie snorted at the idea, but also wondered if they’d missed out on some freaky fun when their rings got stuck on their fingers. At the time they were more interested in the feeding and the fattening and less the obstacles encountered as a result.

“Let’s go to the shower,” Bonnie guided Marcie to the bathroom by the frame around her middle.

“The shower?”

“Soap and water, it’s the only way we’re getting that off of you,” Bonnie squeezed Marcie’s fat for emphasis.

“Oh god,” Marcie blushed, mortified, but doubly so cause it was also making her horny again.

They had an open plan bathroom with a large shower behind a wall of glass that you simply walked around, no door or curtain to navigate. The previous owner of the house had installed a waist high bar while recovering from an injury and Marcie and Bonnie hadn’t bothered to remove it. As they stood in the empty shower they were glad it was there.

“So do I like,” Marcie turned and held onto the bar, sticking her bum to Bonnie to grab the frame and pull.

“That’s the idea,” said Bonnie, unconvincingly, realizing now her plan may not work, “but first soap. Lots of soap.”

Bonnie turned on a warm shower and started picking up bottles from the alcove under the shower head. She looked through several of them but there didn’t seem to be much difference between body lotion, soap, shampoo or conditioner. They were all slippery. And what they needed was slippery. She put the bottles down and opted for an old fashioned bar of soap, remembering the struggle to remove their wedding rings. She wet the bar in her hands and worked up a lather, applying it generously to Marcie’s fat protruding from the top of the frame.

One thing immediately apparent to Bonnie was that in their playfulness, they may have pushed the frame down too far, too enthusiastically around Marcie’s hips and butt and lower belly. Had they stayed one belly roll further north and maybe stopped when they’d encountered Marcie’s hips, there would have been a lot more give between Marcie’s flesh and the frame.

As it was, it was difficult to tell if any of the soap was actually getting between Marcie and the frame, or if it was effectively sealed off, plugged by fat.

But Bonnie continued, soaping Marcie’s fat protruding from the bottom of the frame.

Marcie bent over, leaning her forehead against the tile, feeling the warm water and Bonnie’s soapy hands, “this feels nice.”

Bonnie responded by caressing Marcie’s belly, rolls and cheeks, “mmmmmm”

She could hear her wife’s breathing change, horniness was taking hold, but Bonnie also knew that more sex wasn’t going to get the frame off Marcie but would leave them even more tired and unmotivated to get her unstuck, so she removed her hands from Marcie’s body and grabbed the frame.

Marcie grabbed hold of the bar and bit her lip in anticipation.

Bonnie planted her legs and pulled, first throwing her weight back, then realizing the glass wall was behind her and she didn’t want to go flying through it should the frame actually come off. So she changed their direction pointing herself towards the tile wall instead.

“Ffff-“ Marcie exhaled through tight lips and gritted teeth as Bonnie alternated between firm pulling and stronger, more desperate tugs. Marcie’s hands slipped on the bar, she repositioning them for a stronger grip and tried to keep her center of gravity pointed in the opposite direction of Bonnie’s pulling.

“Ahhhh-hahaha-fuck” Marcie let go of the bar and stood up straight, Bonnie stopped pulling in response.

Marcie stood in the water, head under the stream. She moved her hands down to the frame, feeling her fat all around it, “it’s not going to go that way” she said so certainly, as if she had discussed it with the wooden frame like one would directions. She lifted her upper belly sitting on top of the frame, “it’s gotta go up.”

“First more soap,” Bonnie took the cap off the bottle of body lotion and poured the entire thing around Marcie’s belly, and love handles and back fat, working it with her fingers up to the frame, but unable to work it inside the frame.

Marcie stood in the corner and braced herself with her hands against two walls. Bonnie knelt down in front of her and grabbed the frame, pushing upward, it was incredibly awkward and both women could tell neither of them were stable, Bonnie was slipping on the floor, Marcie was falling back against the walls.

“If I was above you I could pull it up,” Bonnie could picture the position they needed to be in but not how they could achieve it standing in the shower.

“What if I go down,” Marcie tried to kneel down but something about the movement pinched the frame around her hips, “ow ow,” but she got down.

She wrapped her arms around Bonnie’s legs and pressed her face against Bonnie’s hanging apron belly.

Bonnie bent down and grabbed the frame, pulling it upward, she squatted, put her knees into it, lifting- lifting-

Lifting Marcie back to a standing position in front of her, frame unmoved.

They looked at each other in the water and laughed and hugged.

“I’m really stuck,” Marcie said with a too-vulnerable crooked smile.

Bonnie kissed her slightly too hard, Marcie kissed back, then they both pulled away, focus.

“How do I pull it without pulling you with it,” Bonnie put her foot up on Marcie’s thigh.

Marcie bent forward towards Bonnie, arms out straight, like a bent over doll, “so I need to be like this for the frame to come up.”

“We’re going to fall over” Bonnie could see it.

“So let’s get down so we’re already on the ground, nowhere to fall,” Marcie lowered herself with Bonnie’s help, the same painful pinch on her hips, “ow- ow.”

Marcie was down on all fours. Bonnie sat down in front of her, legs spread out, belly hanging between them. It was very much beginning to look like a sex position, so they kissed.

“Okay, so if my feet are on your thighs,” Bonnie braced her feet against Marcie, “and then you go low and I go over you,” Marcie hugged Bonnie’s middle and buried her face in Bonnie’s belly while Bonnie reached over Marcie’s back and grabbed hold of the frame, “how does this feel.”

“It feels good,” Marcie kissed Bonnie’s belly, making Bonnie blush.

“Okay, on three- no wait, more lube,” Bonnie opened the shampoo and poured it down Marcie’s back fat along the line of the frame, letting it drip down her sides, “okay now on three, one- two” she felt Marcie hug her tighter, “three!”

SQUEAK

Bonnie heaved with her legs pushing off of Marcie and her arms tugging the frame, it budged!

“It budged!” Marcie felt a brief freedom at the widest part of her hips and a sudden pinch as the frame grabbed hold of her belly and love handles. They celebrated with a kiss before continuing.

SQUEAK

Now that they were free of Marcie’s hips, there was enough give to allow the same twisting motion they’d used to get Marcie stuck in the first place, “lefty loose-y” Marcie joked as she felt her fat twist this way and that as Bonnie worked the frame back up her belly rolls.

They rested briefly when the frame settled just below Marcie’s bust, Marcie looked at her hanging tits and up at Bonnie, “maybe I should be on my back to flatten these out.”

Marcie rolled over, laying down on the floor, head in Bonnie’s lap, Bonnie planted her feet on Marcie’s hips, the perfect ledge. She opened the bottle of conditioner and rubbed it all over Marcie’s breasts.

“Oh god, don’t make my nipples hard, this is tricky enough!” They laughed, Bonnie kissed Marcie upside-down, “wait I need more lube here,” Marcie pointed out her fat under her arms, the rolls that ran from her boobs under her arms to her back, Bonnie lovingly called them Marcie’s wings.

Slippery as she could be, Marcie stretched her arms out above her head to make her torso as long and “thin” as possible.

Pushing off Marcie’s hips, Bonnie pulled and tugged, but only succeeded in yanking Marcie’s boobs up into her face.

“Oh please Bonnie, help me, I’m stuck-“ the words just slipped out, Marcie was hoping they’d have sex as a reward for getting unstuck.

Driven wild by Marcie’s vulnerable “help me” voice, Bonnie smushed down Marcie’s tits and frantically tugged the frame over them.

“Ow- shit, oh god,” that hurt but that was hot thought Marcie, as Bonnie finally pulled the frame off of her.

Laughter erupted from both of them as they laid on the floor of the shower. Marcie’s whole body tingled from freedom after being bound for so long. It was almost like an orgasm.

Marcie rolled over and kissed Bonnie, taking the frame from her, “now-“

“it’s your turn-“ Marcie motioned to put the frame over Bonnie’s head but Bonnie ducked away.

“Haha, no way am I putting that on,” Bonnie scooted on her butt away from Marcie.

“What?” Marcie was blindsided.

“Oh I don’t want to get stuck, that’s terrifying, I could never.”

“But it’s Your Turn” Marcie couldn’t believe it.

“I love it, I really love it when YOU get stuck, and then I rescue you, it’s thrilling, it’s exhilarating, especially since that’s what you like-“

“What I like?” Marcie was incredulous, “I got stuck for YOU.”

“Yeah but you did really enjoy the sex.”

“W-well of course- but- but- now it’s Your Turn.”

Bonnie got up and slipped out of the shower, “sorry love! Not my bag! Too scary for me-”

Marcie threw the frame at her as she scurried out of the bathroom.

“ARE YOU KIDDING ME”