Chapter 1 - Car Troubles

Author's note: I wrote this simply to explore a scene involving some stuckage. I don't know if I'll continue this particular story, but who knows if people end up enjoying it ;)

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It was a Friday evening, and Jane was cooking up a romantic dinner. It was a romantic gesture in and of itself, but for Jane and her girlfriend Lola it had a bit of a twist to it. They had been living together for just over a year now, and for the past 10 months, their relationship had taken a turn neither of them had expected. Jane had always had a soft spot for… well, soft women… and Lola certainly was just that – a very soft woman. When they first started dating, Lola had been just under 300lbs, with curves in all the right places. A round bosom, a plump pot belly, generous hips, a soft wide rear, and the most huggable thighs of anyone Jane had ever met. The contrast between Lola’s rotund form and Jane’s well-trimmed body was obvious, but an aspect they both enjoyed. For the first couple of weeks, neither of them brought up this stark contrast though, and Jane would never bring up someone’s weight and shape without prompt or consent. But the subject started creeping up, and they were both keen on finding out where the other stood on the subject of weight, health, and physical relationships in general. Jane explained her preference for bigger women, and Lola divulged her mixed feelings for her own weight gain. Since they started dating, Lola had felt a boost in her self-confidence though, and it improved her self-image – much thanks to Jane’s obvious love and adoration not only for Lola’s curves, but for her entire being, body and soul. They made each other happy, and in a cliché lesbian fashion, decided to move in together within only a couple of months.

After two months of living under the same roof, their relationship had taken that unexpected turn… namely feeding. After borrowing her girlfriend’s tablet, Lola had noticed a few tabs open on the browser, and was too curious to ignore the suggestive titles. Jane had turned a deep shade of red when she walked in and found Lola browsing the websites and erotic fiction involving feeding relationships of both mild and extreme levels, but to her surprise, Lola seemed very intrigued by the concept – almost spellbound. After a serious heart-to-heart, and some careful consideration on Lola’s part, they had agreed to try it out. Jane could hardly believe her luck as she got to live out some of her biggest fantasies with the love of her life, but she made sure to start out slow and gentle since this was new territory for both of them. Under Jane’s tender care, and dedicated feeding sessions, Lola’s weight started climbing. Jane had always enjoyed cooking and had fed her girlfriend rich and tasty dishes from the very start; with her own steadfast gym routine, that sort of food didn’t leave a mark on Jane, but the same couldn’t be said for Lola. With the addition of at least one weekly feeding session, where Jane brought in some of Lola’s favourite savoury or sweet treats, Lola was quickly becoming fatter. Even though the weight gain came with some physical challenges, Lola still found that she enjoyed it more than she’d ever expected. Having a girlfriend who adored the ground she walked on and worshipped every inch of her body certainly helped, but Lola found that she took her own enjoyment and pleasure from it too.

On their 1-year anniversary of moving in together, Jane had made a little ceremony of Lola’s monthly weigh-in. They had missed last month’s weigh-in, due to an out of state conference Jane had been forced to attend, so the excitement and suspense was high. As Lola stepped on the scales, Jane had made an excited drum roll-noise until the digital screen flashed the number.
“Oh my god, babe – you’re over 350!” she had exclaimed in shock and jubilation. “351.5 pounds!”
“What? Are you serious?” Lola looked stunned, and struggled to look over her own protruding gut, but could just make out the number for herself. “That’s… that’s insane! Look at all this flab!” she said, while grabbing at her own plump belly, but with a look of excitement rather than discomfort or horror. Jane was in a happy daze, and soon their lips met in an excited frenzy, and her hands groped at Lola’s soft curves.

That happy memory was on Jane’s mind as she set the table for that night’s dinner – a very cheesy pasta alfredo, served with buttery garlic bread and rich red wine. Lola would be home any second, having stayed an extra hour to file away some reports at her desk job downtown. And as if on cue, Jane saw the familiar blue sedan pull into their driveway. She raised her hand in greeting but had to focus on the pasta as it had just finished cooking. After draining it, she put it aside for a moment to open the wine, expecting Lola to enter any moment now. To her surprise, no girlfriend appeared, but her phone started ringing. She noticed Lola’s name and image on the screen, and frowned as she swiped to answer and pressed the phone to her ear.
“Hey, babe. Something wrong? Need me to help you carry something inside?” she asked.
“Hi, honey,” Lola’s voice came, sounding a bit breathless and awkward. “No, nothing like that… but I need… could you come outside and give me a hand?”
Jane was surprised and curious, but also a bit concerned. Lola didn’t sound injured, sad or distressed as such… but there was something in her voice that made Jane feel like she needed to get out there fast.
“Of course. I’ll be right there,” she said, and hung up the phone before hurrying from the kitchen.

Moments later, Jane was stood staring at her girlfriend, with her mouth agape and completely frozen in her tracks.
“Um… hi,” Lola greeted her, her cheeks reddening. “I think I’m stuck.”
With the car door open, it was clear to see that Lola was indeed stuck. Her bulging gut, and part of her soft chest, were pressed up against the steering wheel, leaving absolutely no room with her blubbery butt and thighs filling up the entire car seat beneath her.
“But… how?” Jane asked in stunned surprise. Sure, she knew that Lola’s belly did touch the steering wheel whenever she drove these days… and of course, she would soon be needing a seat belt extender, especially as this old beaten-up car didn’t have the same generous belts as most modern cars… and yes, her hip usually pressed into the car door when she closed it… but surely she’d gotten into the car fine this morning, even if it had required her usual squeezing routine?
“The seat,” Lola said, and gestured towards the grey fabric under her rotund rear. “When I pulled into the driveway, I ended up breaking a bit too hard. The seat just went forward and locked in place,” she explained.
“Oh – that makes sense. More sense than you gaining another 50 pounds during your workday, at least,” Jane chortled. “Won’t the seat just slide backwards again?”
Lola gave her a very pointed look and her cheeks reddened again.
“You know I can’t reach the lever once I’m in the seat,” she reminded her.
“Oh crap, I forgot. Sorry babe, let me help you,” Jane offered at once.
She leaned down and realised it wouldn’t be all that simple to reach around Lola, but thankfully the lever was just under the front of the seat. She placed one hand on her girlfriend’s soft belly, both to support herself and show Lola some comfort, while grabbing the lever and pressing it down. It shifted far too easily – as if it had no connection to the internal parts that would make the seat slide along the tracks.
“Uh oh,” Jane muttered with a frown.
“Uh oh? Uh oh, what?” Lola wondered, trying to adjust her position, but there was hardly any space between her and the steering wheel.
“The lever doesn’t seem to work… I think the whole thing has been disconnected, somehow,” Jane explained with a hapless smile.
“Why do we even have that lever?” Lola growled, in a decent imitation of Yzma, which caused Jane to laugh. “So what are we gonna do? I can’t stay here all night,” Lola said, and was starting to feel rather concerned.
“I won’t let that happen – let’s just try to solve this the old fashioned way; with muscle power,” Jane replied with a confident smile, and gave Lola’s belly a comforting squeeze before she stood up. Lola gave her a rather sceptical look. “What? Are you doubting my strength?” Jane asked in mock outrage.
“Of course not… but I think you’re underestimating my size and the tightness of this seat,” Lola replied with a chuckle.
“We’ll see about that… Now give us your paw, Pooh bear.”

Jane spent the next couple of minutes trying to extract her trapped girlfriend from her car prison. Lola did what she could to assist her, but there wasn’t much she could do in her position. Sucking in her gut did very little these days, but she still tried. Jane started by pulling on her arm, but quickly switched tactics to reaching over her trapped girlfriend and trying to grab her whole upper body to squeeze it past the steering wheel. The space proved to be simply too tight however, and they both cursed and laughed during the fruitless attempts. Jane wouldn’t give in so easily, and decided to go around to the passenger side, and climbed into the seat to push against Lola’s soft frame. She did manage to shove Lola’s hips a few inches outwards, but that simply left her sitting lopsided which wasn’t very comfortable, so they ended up shifting her back to her original position. With her plans foiled, Jane was left standing outside the car and watching the scene in deep thought. Her main concern was obviously to get her out girlfriend out safely… but it took some serious willpower not to let her own excitement show. Seeing her fat girlfriend in such a snug predicament was definitely messing with her mind, and Jane wanted to simply grope and love on her – perhaps gently tease her and make Lola flustered in the best of ways. After a while, Lola gave her a little wave.
“Earth to Jane… your girlfriend is stuck. Still,” she reminded her.
Jane shook her head to clear it and focused on finding a solution.
“I think I’m gonna need to fetch some tools… but I’m not sure where to start – the seat, or the steering wheel,” she declared after some consideration.
“I’ll support any ideas that won’t involve calling firefighters, or similar,” Lola said with a nervous smile.
“I promise, babe – I can get you out by myself. I’m afraid I’ll have to reheat our dinner, but that’s a small price to pay to have you out of there safely,” Jane said with a reassuring smile.
“It’ll still taste just as good, I’m sure,” Lola beamed at her.

Removing the steering wheel was definitely more complicated than moving the seat, but the latter was further complicated due to the 350+ pounds of gorgeous woman trapped on top of it. Jane had done some repairs on the car before, but never on the seats, so she decided to pull up a short Youtube-video on the subject before getting started. Armed with a screwdriver and several other tools, she started working from the backseat.
“I know this can’t be a fun experience for you… but I have to say, seeing you stuck like that is really quite a turn-on,” Jane confessed, her face burning red as she worked on unsticking the seat on the tracks, with her face inches away from Lola’s bulging hip.
“Well… I wouldn’t say it’s fun… but the tightness and frustration is rather exciting,” Lola replied, still feeling butterflies in her tummy whenever Jane complimented her and her body.
“The frustration, you say…? I’d like to explore that further…” Jane chuckled and couldn’t keep herself from stroking Lola’s thick thigh… and letting her hand slip under Lola’s belly roll that covered her lap, which caused Lola to gasp. “But perhaps we’d better save it for a less public space,” Jane smiled, and gave Lola’s chubby arm a kiss before she pulled her hand back and focused on the seat.
“I’d like that… I think,” Lola said, feeling and looking rather flustered, which caused Jane to melt.

It took 30 minutes of fiddling, screwing and frustrated cursing before Jane managed to unwedge the tracks under the seat, which caused it to instantly roll backwards. She only just managed to slip out of the car in time, before the seat rolled all the way back. Lola gave a yelp of surprise and slid downwards when the seat suddenly shifted under her.
“Are you okay, Lola?” Jane wondered at once, and hurriedly got to her feet outside the car to check on her. Lola was laughing too much to respond and waved helplessly for Jane to take her hand and give her a boost out of the car. Moments later, they managed to extract the fat woman in one piece, and Jane held her close and let herself sink into the warm, soft curves.
“My hero,” Lola smiled and kissed her hard.
“I’ll make sure the seat is fully functional… and I suppose it’s the final sign we needed to start looking for a new car, anyway,” Jane chuckled.
“Yes… I wouldn’t mind a bit more room. And preferably something a bit taller – I’m not really built for low seats anymore,” Lola remarked. “Now… you said something about reheating dinner?”
Jane grinned and took Lola’s chubby hand in hers.
“There’s a cheese platter to hold you over until dinner is served,” she assured her girlfriend before they headed inside, hand in hand.