I've been on a good writing streak lately, so you can expect weekly updates for this story at least until the new year :)
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“I tried going through, but I guess I’m too big and got stuck,” Melissa answered and felt a tingle between her legs.
“Okay, that’s no problem,” Annie answered, trying to sound nonchalant. “A mechanism built into the turnstile prevents it from turning backward, and I have a key that can disable it. Then you can back out, and I’ll let you use one of the gates to get to the platform.”
“That sounds great. Thank you.” Melissa was relieved that she would get out of her predicament soon. Her legs were starting to hurt from standing around that long.
“Alright,” Annie said as she stepped to the side of the turnstile and put in her key, “you’re good to go!”
Melissa tried backing up, but the turnstile didn’t move an inch. She pushed harder, but to no avail.
“I still can’t move.”
“Ok,” Annie said, her voice starting to sound unsure, “let’s try again.”
They tried again and again, but the turnstile would move. Eventually, Annie pulled out the key and sighed.
“I’m so sorry. Something must be broken in there.” She took a look thorough look at Melissa and perked up. “Hey, your coat looks pretty thick. Maybe, if you take it off, we’ll be able to get you through the right way!”
Together, they managed to get Melissa out of her coat. In the meantime, a considerable crowd had gathered around them. A collective gasp could be heard when they saw Melissa's clothes underneath her coat. Her revealing crop top gave everyone a good look at the mountains of fat that prevented her from going through.
With her coat off, Melissa felt like she had a tiny bit of space. But as she tried going forward, the bars barely moved before she was stuck again. Annie sighed in frustration and couldn’t hide the disgust as she looked Melissa up and down again.
“Listen,” Annie said, “I don’t mean to be rude. But another thing holding you back is, well…your huge stomach. If you want any chance of getting out of here, you will have to lift it over the bar.”
Melissa nodded weekly, feeling blood rush into her head. The snickering around her turned into open laughter when people heard Annie’s proposition. Melissa realized that before lifting her belly over the bar, she would have to free it by pulling her pants under it. However, she was wedged in a space too narrow for her fat arms to reach below her belly. Asking Annie for help was her only option.
“Annie,” she spoke, already embarrassed about what she was about to ask, “can you please help me? I need my belly free before I can lift it over the bars. But I can’t reach to pull down my pants far enough. Can you please do that for me?”
Melissa saw Annie shudder. But she pressed her lips together and gave her a short nod. She went to the other side of the turnstiles and looked down at Melissa’s massive belly, hesitating for a moment. With another long sigh, Annie reached below and pulled on Melissa’s pants until they slid under her belly. Melissa inhaled sharply as her naked belly pressed into the cold metal bar.
“I think I’ll have the same problem lifting my belly up. Can you please do that for me, too?” Melissa asked innocently. She couldn’t deny that she looked forward to having her flab handled by someone fed up with the whole situation.
Annie looked on defeated and then reached around to grab Melissa’s underbelly. “Good god…This thing is heavy," she gasped as she struggled to lift it up far enough. Melissa helped her out a little by getting on her toes until Annie finally managed to free her belly. She let it plop over the bar, and Melissa watched in satisfaction as it jiggled in waves. She tried moving a little further until her overblown ass prevented the bars from moving any further.
Annie stared at her furiously as something inside her broke. “Are you fucking serious!? That is all? How do you get so fucking fat that you get stuck in a turnstile like that? I’m not getting paid enough to do this shit! I’ll get someone else to deal with this.”
In her anger, Annie slapped Melissa’s exposed belly. “Disgusting!” she yelled as she left.
As Melissa stood there, her bare belly displayed to everyone, she was glad that no one could see how turned on she was.