Bath Bomb, Chapter 13: A New Day (Patreon)

Chapter 13 of 16 of my 6th stuck story, Bath Bomb.

CHAPTER 13: A NEW DAY

Having slid into the far end of the tub, Lexi woke to the image of Lori’s enormous belly, slowly rising and falling as Lori breathed.

Was this all a dream she thought, was she still dreaming? She stared adoringly at her serenely wedged wife.

She often woke up before Lori and appreciating having a few minutes undisturbed to simply gaze at her gorgeous wife. The last year and a half, her morning routine was more like torture, but it was also her only minutes of the day she could look at Lori without crossing a line and and breaking any rules they had set up during separation so she cherished every aching minute.

But now the heartache was gone and she could enjoy her fawning dawn ritual once more.

Not overwhelmed with kissing or feeding her fucking her wife, Lexi could finally sit back and take in the direness of Lori’s predicament. 

Like the tip of an iceberg hiding it’s enormous size beneath the surface, Lexi knew that Lori’s belly overflowing the top of the bathtub obscured the much larger issue of her hips and butt and thighs wedged inside the tub. 

They’d already covered Lori with every slippery substance in the house. There was nothing left, not even a drop of lubricant left to get their Magic Wand between Lori’s thighs.

Even refreshed from a full night’s sleep, Lexi was out of ideas.

Lexi hadn’t noticed that Lori had woken up. 

Lori recognized Lexi’s concerned expression. She had had the same thought the night before, but the pent up desire took priority. But now they’d gotten everything out of their systems and were calmer, the reality of the situation was clear.

“We need to call the fire department.” 

Lexi feigned protest, but couldn’t come up with any valid reason not to. 

“Okay.”

Lexi got dressed and helped Lori into a pull over bra so at least she’d be partially covered.

“What do I say?” Lexi’s finger hovered over the green button for their local fire department.

“Say your over five hundred pound wife is wedged in a clawfoot tub, no use being coy, they’ve got to know what they’re working with here.”

“Gotcha.”

Lexi held Lori’s hand tight while she waited for an answer, “Hello, hi, can you transfer me to the-uh rescue department? -Oh okay, it’s all the same thing… -Is this an emergency?”

Lexi turned to Lori, “Is this an emergency?”

“I mean, I want to get out, but I’m not going anywhere, if someplace is on fire, they’re obviously the priority-”

“She’s stuck in the bathtub” Lexi blushed after blurting it out, “my wife that is, she took a bath last night and she’s over five hundred pounds and she’s wedged in the bathtub.”

Now Lori was blushing. 

“No- five hundred pounds.”

“Yes five hundred.”

“Like one two three four five.”

Lori gave a side eye to the unseen dispatch person.

“How long have you been stuck? Was it like 8pm last night? -About twelve hours.”

“Are you in any pain?”

Lori shook her head no.

“No pain. -Have you lost any feeling, are you numb?”

Lori wiggled her toes.

“No she’s fine, just stuck.”

“What kind of bathtub- freestanding, clawfoot, antique, cast iron? I don’t know how do you tell if it’s cast iron it’s a hundred years old. Is cast iron bad?”

Lori was getting anxious, cast iron sounded bad. 

Lexi gave them their address and her phone number, “thank you.”

“So?”

“They’ll be here in an hour.”

Lexi kissed Lori on the cheek and left to tidy the apartment. 

Passing the time on her phone, Lori accidentally swiped the wrong way and turned on the front facing camera. There she was, stuck in a bathtub. She took a picture. Something to show the fat chat group she stayed in touch with when looking for super sized clothing and fat friendly recommendations. She struck a cheesecake pose and took another photo, for Lexi.

Finally there was a ring and Lexi buzzed them up. She ran back to the bathroom and held Lori’s hand. 

“We’re going to get you out of there, okay?”

“I know.”

One last kiss before running back to the front door.