~BBW (Multiple), Eating, Stuckage, sEX, ~MWG - four deliberately plumpening college dorm mates share the events of the prior summer at the beginning of the school year
Room 218, the pizza guy knew this dorm room well, last year he delivered countless pizzas to this address. These same four girls had parties all the time, they seemed unfazed by the freshman fifteen plus they were adding and had pizzas delivered constantly. The guys at the pizza shop joked that they would go out of business when the girls went home for summer break.
He knocked on the door, and sure enough there stood four girls in bras and panties in the middle of a slumber party awaiting his arrival. They ranged from chubby to fat, all of them substantially larger than then when he delivered the first pie almost a year ago. The fattest on of the group paid him grabbed the pizza and practically slammed the door in his face as the three other girls charged her to get the pizza.
"Wait! Wait, no one gets a piece of pizza till they step on the scale!" Cindy yelled as she took the six large pizzas and put them aside. "Come on, you know the rules, we gotta weigh and measure everyone first."
Kelly, Jamie and Lauren all lined up in front of the scale.
"Me first!" Kelly exclaimed as she hopped on the scale.
"One hundred and eighty three pounds. Way to go Kelly, since this exact day last year you've gained fifty-two pounds, good job. Lauren, measure her."
Kelly got of the scale and Lauren started measuring her.
Jamie stepped on the scale next. "All right, Jamie lets see...one hundred and sixty seven pounds. That's a gain of...thirty-two pounds, pretty good. Ok Kelly, measure her, and come on Lauren it's your turn."
Lauren got up on the scale. "Wow, two hundred and fourteen pounds! That's a forty five pound gain."
Cindy started writing in her notebook for a second, "Well it's good but you aren't going to beat me tonight."
Kelly butted in, "Enough talk fatty, get on the scale!" Cindy hopped on the scale and Kelly read the number. "Two hundred and sixty eight pounds! You gained one hundred and eighteen pounds!!"
Cindy was beaming. "I told you I was going to win. Come on, everyone pay up."
The other three girls got out five dollars apiece and handed it over to Cindy.
"All right enough of this lets eat!" The four girls began devouring the pizzas. Between bites Cindy was able to get a conversation started, she figured if all the girls were talking the pizzas might last more than five minutes.
"Well in talking to everybody over the summer I think we've all got some interesting stories to share."
Cindy gave Kelly a stare. To-wit Kelly started laughing.
"Oh my word! I can't believe your going to make me tell this. Fine I'll tell my story but only if everyone else has one to tell."
She looked around and everyone gave an approving nod.
"Alright, you've all got stories. Ok, fine I'll start."
She took a final bite of pizza and began her story.
Kelly’s Story: The Date
Ok, here it goes. I saw my old high school friend Mike where he worked at the movie theatre. So I run over and say hi and I notice he that he checked me out top to bottom. I never really thought he was interested in me but this was a giveaway. So I-
"What were you wearing?" asked Jamie.
Huh? Oh yeah, I was wearing some very tight jeans and a very formfitting shirt that didn't quite cover my belly. I wasn't going to forget that because it ties in. All right, where was I? Oh ok...
"What's with the jeans?" asked Mike.
"What, you don't like them?" I asked back.
"No, they look great on you, but why are you wearing them? It's like 115 degrees outside, you must be dying."
Now I could have said that I expected to be cold in the theatre but since he seemed very flirtatious I thought I'd be playful back. So I moved in real close and whispered.
"Well if I could have squeezed into any of my shorts I would have worn them." And I gave him a little wink. That got a huge smile from him. It was true, I couldn't squeeze into any of my shorts, believe me I tried, but anyway back to my story.
"Oh I see, have a battle with the Freshman 15 did we?" And he gave me a wink back, while he poked me in my belly!
"Yeah well it was more of a war than a battle, and a losing war at that, my ass took the most casualties."
"Well at least they died a honorable death, you look beautiful."
By now I'm thinking that Mike must be a major FA, with possible feeder tendencies. So let me skip to the good part, he asked me out and I said yes and we were going out for dinner and a movie the coming Friday. Well stupid me, on Friday I go out with my friends for a late lunch and spill stuff all over my jeans while I was eating.
My friends run me home but I really screwed up these jeans; I mean a burger with everything can produce quite the stain, and as luck would have it I had no time to wash the stain out thoroughly. So I'm getting worried now because the jeans I just ruined were my only size 18's, and even they were starting to get really tight on me.
So I'm going through my clothes and all my shorts are size 12's so those were out of the question, sweat pants wouldn't work for the occasion, my skirts were 12's also so those were out, I couldn't fit into any of my dresses (most of which were too formal anyway for dinner and a movie), my one casual slip dress I couldn't "slip" into and the next largest pair of jeans was a 16.
So with the help of my friends I proceed to try and squeeze into these 16's. It was a chore. I mean we had a great time laughing, making fat jokes and all, but it took us like ten minutes to squeeze me into these jeans, it took all three of my girlfriends to button it too, we are talking about one seriously tight pair of jeans.
So anyway, he takes me to this great restaurant, by the theatre, and I stuff my self like a total pig, it didn't occur to me to take it easy on account of the jeans. We finished early and had about 45 minutes before the movie started. So we stopped at an ice cream parlour while we walked around.
Mistake number two! I finish my cone and most of his, and we make our way to the theatre. We were still early and I'm really full and my already incredibly tight jeans are even tighter now, thanks to my stuffing myself. So what do we do? Well on Mike insistence he gets two large drinks, two large popcorns, and some candy, his rational being that it's all free since he works there.
But I knew there must have been something else to it, he had been watching me eat all night, and I constantly saw his eyes wonder down to my belly, which was peeking out more and more from under my tight T-shirt as the night went on. So the two of us walked around the theatre looking at movie posters talking about how this movie looked cool and that movie looked stupid, and sure enough I look down and my popcorn's gone.
Mike being the gracious date that he was gives me his popcorn, which he has only taken a bite or two out of. How convenient. So finally the previous show is out and we get to go sit down. Well, we picked our seat and I go to sit down and I can't, my jeans had gotten so tight that they wouldn't stretch enough for me to sit. So I try a couple more times, the sound of straining fabric is quite audible.
"You need a hand there?"
"No I got it."
Finally I sit down and get the worst pain around my waist as the jeans cut into my belly.
"You all right?"
"I'm fine, it’s just that between my late lunch, huge dinner, ice cream and popcorn I'm about to burst out of these jeans." Of course I'm saying this while I try to unbutton them, which seemed to be sort of a chore. I let out this huge sigh of relief as I unbutton the jeans; my belly spilled out and unzipped the jeans by it self as it spread out onto my lap.
I was sort of embarrassed cause I was now more than a little "exposed" not only were my jeans unbuttoned but also my shirt had ridden up my waist to where it ended just below my breasts. I tugged at it to try and cover my belly but it just crawled back up. I moaned a little from the pain of a full belly.
"You sure you're ok?
Mike put his hand on my belly which was unexpected, then he started messaging it, well it was a mixture of messaging and caressing since I noticed he was grabbing handfuls of flesh for his own enjoyment. I must admit it felt amazing. It was a little more hands on than a first date might usually permit but it felt good.
Unconsciously I began massaging my own belly along with him. The movie finally started and he stopped. We start watching the movie and I began munching on the popcorn without thinking. I finish off his popcorn and he passes me the candy, which I also proceed to finish. The movie ends and we go to get up, Mike stands up but stops me from getting up.
"Aren't you forgetting something?" He tells me as he mimes buttoning jeans.
"Oh yeah thanks." Very casually I arch my back and try to button the jeans but I can't. I arch my back further and suck in with all my might but the button and the loop are miles away from each other.
"Need some help?" Mike asks with a devilish smile on his face. I exhale a yes. I was nervous about getting up because there were still a lot of people staying for the credits. He helps me up and then while standing in front of me tries to button the jeans while I suck in. No use. He squats down so that he's at eye level with my belly.
"Well...I see the problem, you've got this cute little belly in the way."
"Ha! Little? I'm huge."
"Little, huge, either way its cute."
Now I sort of blushed. With the exception of you three I had never gotten compliments on my weight before. While still staring at my belly he tries to close the jeans again.
"Suck in."
"I am sucking in," I groan.
"You are?"
"Yeah," I had been sucking in the whole time he was down there.
"Well exhale for a second."
So I did and my belly filled out to its full size, I thought I heard a "wow" under his breath but I wasn't sure. It was then I noticed several people staring at me. So I grab Mike and stand him up.
"This is fun and all, but people are staring."
"I see, come on lets go this way."
Instead of going out the front he takes me into the emergency exit. It was a hallway that led all the theatres outside. Then we went back to work. This time he stood behind me and put his arms around my waist.
"Ok, now when you suck in pull up your belly like this," and he took his hands and started pulling my flesh up and in. "Got that? All right lets give it another try on three. One, two three!" I suck in and start pulling in my belly while he tries to pull the jeans together with all his might. It felt so good, and I noticed that when we were pressed so close together my rear end was in his lap and I felt quite the bulge between his legs. So after we finished that unsuccessful attempt I backed him up against the wall and wiggled my ass on his crotch.
"Someone's enjoying himself." I said with a grin. He blushed and blew off the statement.
"Here I've got an idea." He laid his jacket on the floor and helped me lay down. Now it was about this time that I realized that since we were already in the emergency exit we could easily walk out to the parking lot from here and go home without anyone seeing the fact that my jeans were undone. But I was having way too much fun to stop him.
He sits down on my thighs, straddling me and much to my shock he put his face to my belly and starts kissing it! I let out a soft little moan and he licked my belly. A sensual shiver went up my spine; I arched my back a little, sucked in and before I knew it my jeans was buttoned. He'd done it. I let out this, "oh thank you" and tried to get up but he pushed me back down.
"Wait, I still have to zip you up first."
I looked at the jeans and though they were buttoned, my belly pushed the zipper out leaving this huge gap with flesh poking out. I lay back down and he proceeded to kiss and lick my little pouch of fat that was preventing the zipper from going up. I was at the point of orgasm.
"I think the zipper is caught on something." he sID
"Yeah...fat," I replied
We both laughed and he went back to work, I arched my back, sucked in, pushed in my pouch he zipped the jeans up.
"There we go."
I was severely out of breath. He helped me up since the jeans were so tight I wouldn't have been able to get up by myself. We walked out though the front and around for about 15 minutes. Well actually he walked, I waddled. These jeans prevented almost any movement whatsoever. We didn't say anything we just shared glances and silent awe. We get to his car and he opens the passenger side door. I go to sit down but of course I can't because the jeans are too tight.
"Wait I need to unbutton these."
"After all that work?"
"Yeah but I can't sit in them they're too tight."
So I go to unbutton them but I can't. I try again but the jeans are stretched to the extremes and there isn't enough give to let me unbutton them. I tell Mike I can't and he gives the suggestion of reclining the passenger seat all the way so that I just lie down the whole ride home and "we'll" get the jeans off then. I like the way he tossed in the "we." This works for me so he helps me lay down and we start driving home.
"So do you usually wear such snug attire?"
I answer with the whole story about my freshman weight gain, my being a size 20 but ending up squished into a size 16 because I ruined my only 18. He mentions that it would have been a sight to see my girlfriends try and get me into these jeans.
I give him a seductive look and tell him that he's already helped me in and now he's going to help me out. We get to my house and he helps me out of the car. My parents are conveniently out for the night so we go up to my room. I lay down on the bed sprawled out and he sits on my thighs again and puts his hands on my belly, caressing it.
"So you can't unbutton them eh? Well let’s see what we've got here..."
I suck in and he lifts the fat that has poured over the top of the jeans so he can see the button. He tries to undo it but he can't. He begins kissing and licking my belly but even though I almost reach orgasm again he couldn't unbutton them. He tried to unzip them first but my fat had already pushed the zipper of the track in several places, meaning it was stuck. So was I, stuck in this pair of jeans. After about 15 minutes of this he gives up on that and stands me up.
"I've got another idea...bend over."
"I can't bend over they're too tight."
"Try, try doing toe touches."
I had no idea what he was getting at; maybe he thought I would stretch the fabric, I don't know. So I start trying to do these toe touches but I'm not getting far. He helps me bend over a couple times to get me started.
"What is this a workout regimen? Trying to have me lose the weight so I can get out of these jeans."
"Lose weight? Never." I loved his emphasis on the word never. "You'll see."
I'm on number twenty-five or so and suddenly I hear this loud ripping noise and my jeans suddenly became looser. I jump up immediately and I'm all red faced and I start feeling my self to see where I ripped the jeans. My ass. I split the seat of my pants and my ass just came pouring out.
I was really embarrassed cause I only had a thong on, of course then I thought he was trying to get me out of the jeans anyway so he would have seen the thong even if the pants hadn't ripped. He moves up real close to me and puts his hands around my waist and then slides them to my ass and caresses the exposed flesh. Then he slides them back to my waist and undoes the button and the zipper.
We both move to the bed and I lay down and he lays down on top of me and we begin to make love...only to be interrupted by a me having a giggle fit when Mike tries to pull my jeans off but can't. He started off slow and sensual by peeling my shirt off, but the jeans were a little more troublesome. Even though they were unbuttoned and unzipped he couldn't get them off my hips and butt.
After a couple minutes he really got into it and I grabbed the headboard as he pulled with all his might, lifting me off the bed! Finally after five minutes the jeans started to peel off me, and we returned to the greatest lovemaking I've ever experienced.
And that's my report
"Ok, my story is done, now someone else has to tell their's now. Cindy I'm looking in your direction."
"Ok. It's only fair that I tell mine next."
Slumber Party
by John Doe
by John Doe
Room 218, the pizza guy knew this dorm room well, last year he delivered countless pizzas to this address. These same four girls had parties all the time, they seemed unfazed by the freshman fifteen plus they were adding and had pizzas delivered constantly. The guys at the pizza shop joked that they would go out of business when the girls went home for summer break.
He knocked on the door, and sure enough there stood four girls in bras and panties in the middle of a slumber party awaiting his arrival. They ranged from chubby to fat, all of them substantially larger than then when he delivered the first pie almost a year ago. The fattest on of the group paid him grabbed the pizza and practically slammed the door in his face as the three other girls charged her to get the pizza.
"Wait! Wait, no one gets a piece of pizza till they step on the scale!" Cindy yelled as she took the six large pizzas and put them aside. "Come on, you know the rules, we gotta weigh and measure everyone first."
Kelly, Jamie and Lauren all lined up in front of the scale.
"Me first!" Kelly exclaimed as she hopped on the scale.
"One hundred and eighty three pounds. Way to go Kelly, since this exact day last year you've gained fifty-two pounds, good job. Lauren, measure her."
Kelly got of the scale and Lauren started measuring her.
Jamie stepped on the scale next. "All right, Jamie lets see...one hundred and sixty seven pounds. That's a gain of...thirty-two pounds, pretty good. Ok Kelly, measure her, and come on Lauren it's your turn."
Lauren got up on the scale. "Wow, two hundred and fourteen pounds! That's a forty five pound gain."
Cindy started writing in her notebook for a second, "Well it's good but you aren't going to beat me tonight."
Kelly butted in, "Enough talk fatty, get on the scale!" Cindy hopped on the scale and Kelly read the number. "Two hundred and sixty eight pounds! You gained one hundred and eighteen pounds!!"
Cindy was beaming. "I told you I was going to win. Come on, everyone pay up."
The other three girls got out five dollars apiece and handed it over to Cindy.
"All right enough of this lets eat!" The four girls began devouring the pizzas. Between bites Cindy was able to get a conversation started, she figured if all the girls were talking the pizzas might last more than five minutes.
"Well in talking to everybody over the summer I think we've all got some interesting stories to share."
Cindy gave Kelly a stare. To-wit Kelly started laughing.
"Oh my word! I can't believe your going to make me tell this. Fine I'll tell my story but only if everyone else has one to tell."
She looked around and everyone gave an approving nod.
"Alright, you've all got stories. Ok, fine I'll start."
She took a final bite of pizza and began her story.
Kelly’s Story: The Date
Ok, here it goes. I saw my old high school friend Mike where he worked at the movie theatre. So I run over and say hi and I notice he that he checked me out top to bottom. I never really thought he was interested in me but this was a giveaway. So I-
"What were you wearing?" asked Jamie.
Huh? Oh yeah, I was wearing some very tight jeans and a very formfitting shirt that didn't quite cover my belly. I wasn't going to forget that because it ties in. All right, where was I? Oh ok...
"What's with the jeans?" asked Mike.
"What, you don't like them?" I asked back.
"No, they look great on you, but why are you wearing them? It's like 115 degrees outside, you must be dying."
Now I could have said that I expected to be cold in the theatre but since he seemed very flirtatious I thought I'd be playful back. So I moved in real close and whispered.
"Well if I could have squeezed into any of my shorts I would have worn them." And I gave him a little wink. That got a huge smile from him. It was true, I couldn't squeeze into any of my shorts, believe me I tried, but anyway back to my story.
"Oh I see, have a battle with the Freshman 15 did we?" And he gave me a wink back, while he poked me in my belly!
"Yeah well it was more of a war than a battle, and a losing war at that, my ass took the most casualties."
"Well at least they died a honorable death, you look beautiful."
By now I'm thinking that Mike must be a major FA, with possible feeder tendencies. So let me skip to the good part, he asked me out and I said yes and we were going out for dinner and a movie the coming Friday. Well stupid me, on Friday I go out with my friends for a late lunch and spill stuff all over my jeans while I was eating.
My friends run me home but I really screwed up these jeans; I mean a burger with everything can produce quite the stain, and as luck would have it I had no time to wash the stain out thoroughly. So I'm getting worried now because the jeans I just ruined were my only size 18's, and even they were starting to get really tight on me.
So I'm going through my clothes and all my shorts are size 12's so those were out of the question, sweat pants wouldn't work for the occasion, my skirts were 12's also so those were out, I couldn't fit into any of my dresses (most of which were too formal anyway for dinner and a movie), my one casual slip dress I couldn't "slip" into and the next largest pair of jeans was a 16.
So with the help of my friends I proceed to try and squeeze into these 16's. It was a chore. I mean we had a great time laughing, making fat jokes and all, but it took us like ten minutes to squeeze me into these jeans, it took all three of my girlfriends to button it too, we are talking about one seriously tight pair of jeans.
So anyway, he takes me to this great restaurant, by the theatre, and I stuff my self like a total pig, it didn't occur to me to take it easy on account of the jeans. We finished early and had about 45 minutes before the movie started. So we stopped at an ice cream parlour while we walked around.
Mistake number two! I finish my cone and most of his, and we make our way to the theatre. We were still early and I'm really full and my already incredibly tight jeans are even tighter now, thanks to my stuffing myself. So what do we do? Well on Mike insistence he gets two large drinks, two large popcorns, and some candy, his rational being that it's all free since he works there.
But I knew there must have been something else to it, he had been watching me eat all night, and I constantly saw his eyes wonder down to my belly, which was peeking out more and more from under my tight T-shirt as the night went on. So the two of us walked around the theatre looking at movie posters talking about how this movie looked cool and that movie looked stupid, and sure enough I look down and my popcorn's gone.
Mike being the gracious date that he was gives me his popcorn, which he has only taken a bite or two out of. How convenient. So finally the previous show is out and we get to go sit down. Well, we picked our seat and I go to sit down and I can't, my jeans had gotten so tight that they wouldn't stretch enough for me to sit. So I try a couple more times, the sound of straining fabric is quite audible.
"You need a hand there?"
"No I got it."
Finally I sit down and get the worst pain around my waist as the jeans cut into my belly.
"You all right?"
"I'm fine, it’s just that between my late lunch, huge dinner, ice cream and popcorn I'm about to burst out of these jeans." Of course I'm saying this while I try to unbutton them, which seemed to be sort of a chore. I let out this huge sigh of relief as I unbutton the jeans; my belly spilled out and unzipped the jeans by it self as it spread out onto my lap.
I was sort of embarrassed cause I was now more than a little "exposed" not only were my jeans unbuttoned but also my shirt had ridden up my waist to where it ended just below my breasts. I tugged at it to try and cover my belly but it just crawled back up. I moaned a little from the pain of a full belly.
"You sure you're ok?
Mike put his hand on my belly which was unexpected, then he started messaging it, well it was a mixture of messaging and caressing since I noticed he was grabbing handfuls of flesh for his own enjoyment. I must admit it felt amazing. It was a little more hands on than a first date might usually permit but it felt good.
Unconsciously I began massaging my own belly along with him. The movie finally started and he stopped. We start watching the movie and I began munching on the popcorn without thinking. I finish off his popcorn and he passes me the candy, which I also proceed to finish. The movie ends and we go to get up, Mike stands up but stops me from getting up.
"Aren't you forgetting something?" He tells me as he mimes buttoning jeans.
"Oh yeah thanks." Very casually I arch my back and try to button the jeans but I can't. I arch my back further and suck in with all my might but the button and the loop are miles away from each other.
"Need some help?" Mike asks with a devilish smile on his face. I exhale a yes. I was nervous about getting up because there were still a lot of people staying for the credits. He helps me up and then while standing in front of me tries to button the jeans while I suck in. No use. He squats down so that he's at eye level with my belly.
"Well...I see the problem, you've got this cute little belly in the way."
"Ha! Little? I'm huge."
"Little, huge, either way its cute."
Now I sort of blushed. With the exception of you three I had never gotten compliments on my weight before. While still staring at my belly he tries to close the jeans again.
"Suck in."
"I am sucking in," I groan.
"You are?"
"Yeah," I had been sucking in the whole time he was down there.
"Well exhale for a second."
So I did and my belly filled out to its full size, I thought I heard a "wow" under his breath but I wasn't sure. It was then I noticed several people staring at me. So I grab Mike and stand him up.
"This is fun and all, but people are staring."
"I see, come on lets go this way."
Instead of going out the front he takes me into the emergency exit. It was a hallway that led all the theatres outside. Then we went back to work. This time he stood behind me and put his arms around my waist.
"Ok, now when you suck in pull up your belly like this," and he took his hands and started pulling my flesh up and in. "Got that? All right lets give it another try on three. One, two three!" I suck in and start pulling in my belly while he tries to pull the jeans together with all his might. It felt so good, and I noticed that when we were pressed so close together my rear end was in his lap and I felt quite the bulge between his legs. So after we finished that unsuccessful attempt I backed him up against the wall and wiggled my ass on his crotch.
"Someone's enjoying himself." I said with a grin. He blushed and blew off the statement.
"Here I've got an idea." He laid his jacket on the floor and helped me lay down. Now it was about this time that I realized that since we were already in the emergency exit we could easily walk out to the parking lot from here and go home without anyone seeing the fact that my jeans were undone. But I was having way too much fun to stop him.
He sits down on my thighs, straddling me and much to my shock he put his face to my belly and starts kissing it! I let out a soft little moan and he licked my belly. A sensual shiver went up my spine; I arched my back a little, sucked in and before I knew it my jeans was buttoned. He'd done it. I let out this, "oh thank you" and tried to get up but he pushed me back down.
"Wait, I still have to zip you up first."
I looked at the jeans and though they were buttoned, my belly pushed the zipper out leaving this huge gap with flesh poking out. I lay back down and he proceeded to kiss and lick my little pouch of fat that was preventing the zipper from going up. I was at the point of orgasm.
"I think the zipper is caught on something." he sID
"Yeah...fat," I replied
We both laughed and he went back to work, I arched my back, sucked in, pushed in my pouch he zipped the jeans up.
"There we go."
I was severely out of breath. He helped me up since the jeans were so tight I wouldn't have been able to get up by myself. We walked out though the front and around for about 15 minutes. Well actually he walked, I waddled. These jeans prevented almost any movement whatsoever. We didn't say anything we just shared glances and silent awe. We get to his car and he opens the passenger side door. I go to sit down but of course I can't because the jeans are too tight.
"Wait I need to unbutton these."
"After all that work?"
"Yeah but I can't sit in them they're too tight."
So I go to unbutton them but I can't. I try again but the jeans are stretched to the extremes and there isn't enough give to let me unbutton them. I tell Mike I can't and he gives the suggestion of reclining the passenger seat all the way so that I just lie down the whole ride home and "we'll" get the jeans off then. I like the way he tossed in the "we." This works for me so he helps me lay down and we start driving home.
"So do you usually wear such snug attire?"
I answer with the whole story about my freshman weight gain, my being a size 20 but ending up squished into a size 16 because I ruined my only 18. He mentions that it would have been a sight to see my girlfriends try and get me into these jeans.
I give him a seductive look and tell him that he's already helped me in and now he's going to help me out. We get to my house and he helps me out of the car. My parents are conveniently out for the night so we go up to my room. I lay down on the bed sprawled out and he sits on my thighs again and puts his hands on my belly, caressing it.
"So you can't unbutton them eh? Well let’s see what we've got here..."
I suck in and he lifts the fat that has poured over the top of the jeans so he can see the button. He tries to undo it but he can't. He begins kissing and licking my belly but even though I almost reach orgasm again he couldn't unbutton them. He tried to unzip them first but my fat had already pushed the zipper of the track in several places, meaning it was stuck. So was I, stuck in this pair of jeans. After about 15 minutes of this he gives up on that and stands me up.
"I've got another idea...bend over."
"I can't bend over they're too tight."
"Try, try doing toe touches."
I had no idea what he was getting at; maybe he thought I would stretch the fabric, I don't know. So I start trying to do these toe touches but I'm not getting far. He helps me bend over a couple times to get me started.
"What is this a workout regimen? Trying to have me lose the weight so I can get out of these jeans."
"Lose weight? Never." I loved his emphasis on the word never. "You'll see."
I'm on number twenty-five or so and suddenly I hear this loud ripping noise and my jeans suddenly became looser. I jump up immediately and I'm all red faced and I start feeling my self to see where I ripped the jeans. My ass. I split the seat of my pants and my ass just came pouring out.
I was really embarrassed cause I only had a thong on, of course then I thought he was trying to get me out of the jeans anyway so he would have seen the thong even if the pants hadn't ripped. He moves up real close to me and puts his hands around my waist and then slides them to my ass and caresses the exposed flesh. Then he slides them back to my waist and undoes the button and the zipper.
We both move to the bed and I lay down and he lays down on top of me and we begin to make love...only to be interrupted by a me having a giggle fit when Mike tries to pull my jeans off but can't. He started off slow and sensual by peeling my shirt off, but the jeans were a little more troublesome. Even though they were unbuttoned and unzipped he couldn't get them off my hips and butt.
After a couple minutes he really got into it and I grabbed the headboard as he pulled with all his might, lifting me off the bed! Finally after five minutes the jeans started to peel off me, and we returned to the greatest lovemaking I've ever experienced.
And that's my report
"Ok, my story is done, now someone else has to tell their's now. Cindy I'm looking in your direction."
"Ok. It's only fair that I tell mine next."
