True Story: An Ex got Stuck (Patreon)

Hey everyone!

It's been a busy week on my end, have not had time for any writing, but I do want to make a small post this week like I said I would.  This little anecdote is from a previous relationship of mine.  For context, I dated this ex for around three years.  She's around 5'3 and when we started dating she was a senior in college and weighed about 200lbs, so she is the biggest person I've ever dated.  

She was one of those girls who was very curvy at a heavier weight, big butt, big belly, wide hips, very large breasts, and surprisingly a thin face considering how overweight she eventually was.  From pictures she showed me and stories she shared with me, I learned that she put on probably 60-70 pounds in college.  By the time I met her, she wasn't too happy about her weight, but felt she still looked good because she got a lot of attention from guys (probably because she was very pretty, liked to party, and her most prominent feature were her big breasts).  Maybe that's why she didn't really do anything to lose weight.  Anyway, we got along great at first, I found her very attractive and I even really liked the fact that she was a lot bigger than I'd ever dated before.  It was a new and exciting relationship for me.

After a few months of dating, she graduated, it was the summer and her family owned a beach house so I was invited to a big 4th of july party at the beach that summer.  At this party with my Ex's family and friends, my ex got very drunk, which was common for everyone in her family and friend group.  One night I recall eating dinner, my ex and I were seated at a long raised rectangular table, on high bar-stool type chairs,

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with our backs to a wall with people on both sides of us.  My ex excused herself to go to the bathroom, but had to squeeze between the wall and her friend's tall chair in order to escape (Side note, her friend was about as heavy as she was, probably around 200lbs but a little taller at 5'6).  It took a moment, nobody was paying her much attention but me, but I saw her have to use both hands to compress her breasts and place her back against the wall so she could slide her chest through the gap, her tummy was a bit bloated, but squeezed through, then her butt got a bit wedged, but she was able to wiggle it through and go on her way without attracting too much attention.

It was one of those minor things that really stuck out in my mind as being attractive.  For as long as I can remember, I've enjoyed reading stuckage scenes in WG stories, and there before my eyes I almost watched one play out.  Part of me wondered what would have happened if she was too big to fit through, in order to get out she'd have to have asked her friend to move, drawing attention to her size no doubt.  It was a scenario I wished I got to see, and it was one I did get to see a year later. 

After graduating college she moved back home with her parents, and we did a long distance relationship for about a year before moving closer to each other.  In that year with her parents, she gained another 60-80lbs, I'm not too sure because she never told me her highest weight.  The reason for her gain, I think was that she had picked up a lot of bad habits from college, she was an only child so her parents spoiled her endlessly (her parents were more like her best friends rather than telling her what to do or ever criticizing her), her job was sedentary and stressful, she loved food and would comfort eat when stressed, she went on a multi week cruise that August put on at least 10 pounds from it, and she loved sitting on the couch watching TV, it was her favorite way to relax.

So yeah, lack of activity, lots of food, I saw her every weekend, so her gain, while large, occurred pretty gradually to me.  I am ashamed to say I wasn't really aware she was putting on weight until we were getting ready for a date our first winter together and she was having trouble finding something that fit her.  I suggested she wear an outfit from college and she bluntly replied, "Are you serious?  I'm way too fat for that now."

It was around this time I told her about my preferences.  At first she was a bit insulted, asking if the only reason I was dating her was because she was larger.  I told her the truth, that I really liked who she was, not just what she looked like, and she seemed happy with that.  I remember her asking after that, "So I don't have to diet?"

To which I replied, "Only if you want to."

She then confessed to me that she was worried I'd dump her for gaining weight and was happy she wouldn't have to worry about dieting during the holiday season.  So, at first she seemed pretty okay with my preferences, but soon after she made it clear that she felt uncomfortable doing anything related to my preferences in the bedroom, and that she didn't want to gain more weight.  Which was fine with me.  I was more upset about the fact she didn't even want to talk about my fetish stuff, than the fact she didn't want to bring any of it into the bedroom.

Anyway, fast forward to the next summer, and as I've said, she did put on more weight, a lot more weight.  In the year since she graduated, she gained between 60-80lbs, and at 5'3 being 260-280lbs was very large.  She filled out a lot, her legs, her arms, her butt, her gut, and her bust, her face even started to develop a slight double chin (Again, her face stayed a lot thinner than anywhere else on her body).  She was very unhappy with her big weight gain, in private she was very self conscious, worried about her friends judging her for letting herself go.  Honestly, I think her unhappiness about her weight caused her to comfort eat more when I wasn't around. She wanted to diet, but she wasn't sure she wanted to start over the summer since she tended to party a lot with friends and family  and she didn't want to limit herself at these gatherings. (I once counted how much she drank at one of these gatherings, 13 bottles of reds apple ale, didn't even get sick or throw up, that's a lot of calories just from drinking, and this girl could eat when she was drunk).

As such, on July 4th, there was a replay of what happened the year before.  We were sitting at this long raised rectangular table with our backs to a wall, blocked off on both sides by her friends.  She excuses herself to the bathroom, and gets off her chair.  At first, I was the only one paying attention to her.  If she barely fit between her friend's chair and the wall last year, this year it was obvious she'd gotten way too fat to try that sort of stunt. 

However, being drunk, she did exactly that.  Like last year, she tried to compress her breasts, without much luck, they'd gotten absolutely huge.  Placing her back to the wall, she tried to squeeze her upper body through the gap, only for her breasts and big gut to block her attempts.  Seemingly frustrated, she loudly pushed a ton of air out of her mouth, trying to flatten her round belly I guess, and tried again, this time some other people at the table started watching what she was doing.  She had no luck, she was way too fat to fit.   Then she tried to go booty first.  Bad idea.  All she really did was ram her thick butt into her friends chair and get her attention.

The friend asked loudly, "What are you doing?" 

(Also worth noting, her friend had probably lost 40 pounds in the same year, so going from 5'6 200lbs to 160lbs, which my ex was very jealous of, my Ex gained about double what she lost in that same time-span).

My ex responded, "Your chair's in the way, I can't get by.  Scoot in!"

Her friend scoots her chair in a little bit, giving my ex more space to squeeze by her.  My ex tries, once again doing her maneuver trying to flatten her breasts.  She makes it into the gap this time, but quickly gets stuck the moment her belly gets involved.  Struggling for a moment, she does try to force herself through once to no avail.  She succeeded in wedging her belly a bit more, but she still hadn't even got her big ass into the gap.

At this point, the whole table is kind of watching this spectacle.  Once my ex notices everyone is looking at her, she blushes, and pouts to her friend, "Come on, I'm not skinny, you gotta scoot in more than that!"

"Geez, fine."  Her friend replies forcing her chair as far toward the table as it can go without getting out of it.

"Don't scratch the wall with your jeans!"  Her mom called out, but it was too late.

My ex had managed to squeeze her full girth between this gap now, breasts, belly, and butt, however it was still a squeeze.  And her jeans did scratch the wall as she slowly got herself through the gap, closing her eyes and chanting, "Think skinny, be skinny"  on repeat until she finally made her way through.

Seemingly a little out of breath once freeing herself, she still had pretty much everyone's attention on her.  In acknowledgement or perhaps to make light of her embarrassing situation, she seemed to laugh, "God I'm out of shape... *Pant* Diet starts when we get home Polaris!"

She obviously called me by my real name, but that's not the point, the point is that her parents laughed at this, causing the rest of the people at the table to laugh as well.  My Ex seemed to laugh this off too, I think she may have been trying to get them to laugh, y'know laugh with her rather than at her?  Anyway, she then heads over to the bathroom which ends the encounter.  When she came back to her seat, her friend got off her chair and let my Ex pass without having to squeeze.  Earning a loud, "Thank you!" from my Ex whose hand patted her big belly as she said that.  The contrast between her and her friend is also something I remember.  They used to be similar in size, and now my ex was just way larger.

Anyway, I asked her about the stuck situation later that night, or late the next morning, she was so drunk she didn't recall it happening.  However, when I told her what happened she got very embarrassed by it, and admitted she was really struggling with her weight.  I offered to try and help her eat better and get more exercise.  Which she was happy about.

In truth, while I found my ex's gain exciting in situations like this, it did take a toll on our relationship.  She was unhappy with herself for a long time, and truth be told, I did prefer our physical relationship when she was closer to 200lbs than when she was closer to 300lbs.  I probably never would have known this had I not dated someone that big.  I still found her attractive when she was heaver, but things were better between us when she was closer to 200lbs, that's all I'm saying.  In a lot of ways her gain was like a fantasy come true, but it was also a real world wake up call about the realities and struggles of someone putting on that much weight and the toll it takes on them.

Ultimately, our relationship didn't work out, I don't keep in touch with her anymore, but I've found something much much much much much better so moving on has been pretty smooth for me all things considered.

Anyway, that's all for this little true story!  Does anybody else have a real life stuckage story they wanna share?

-Polaris

***For people who might be wondering, 'why didn't I help push her through?' or something like that.  I'm describing this in a lot of words, but this interaction actually happened very quickly, and I was pretty buzzed.  I mean, I was the only person who was remotely not wasted, but I had still been drinking.  It just happened too fast for me to really feel like I could get involved in a way my Ex would appreciate.