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I stroll back to the porch, and look around for a rock or a garden ornament of some sort that could have a key under it. No, there’s nothing. Then I bang on the door a few more times, calling to Newton, but I don’t even know where that drat dog is now. My eyes fall to the doggy door in desperation, and suddenly, inspiration strikes. There’s nothing special about the door except that it’s big. After all, Newton is a full-size Newfoundland who weighs a ton. It will be tight, but I think I could fit through it.
I look around once more.
“Fuck. I can’t believe I’m about to do this.”
Grateful that we’re at the back of the house so that no passerby can see, I smooth my skirt down and then take a deep breath to try to calm my nerves. It really doesn’t help, but this has to be done either way.
Praying that this works, I get down on my knees and push my head against the metal flap. Okay, that’s easy enough. The metal is shiny and bright, but curiously lightweight. Then come my shoulders, which also fit with no problem. In fact, I manage to get my arms and head through and smile because this is turning out to be as easy as pie. Why didn’t I think of this solution sooner?
But then, I get stuck. My breasts and waist make it through okay, but my hips and ass stop me from moving forward. Closing my eyes, I blow out all the air in my lungs before trying to suck myself in, hoping to make myself a bit smaller somehow. Then I jerk my torso forward, willing my hips to pass through the metal flap. Of course, things only backfire. Instead of pulling through the small square, I get myself completely wedged in the hole, with that doggone metal flap resting on my back. I squirm again, but it only seems to make things worse. I’m stuck like a pig now, and curse myself.
“Please please please, let me out of this,” I pray to no one in particular. But it’s no use. Bracing myself against the floor of the kitchen, I push back as hard as I can, but my hands just keep sliding over the smooth hardwood while my body stays wedged in the doggy door so tight I probably look welded to it. The breeze on my ass tells me things are only going from bad to utterly ridiculous. Not only am I stuck, but my skirt’s ridden up my back, leaving my bare bottom on full display. Great. Now there’s nothing but a thin g-string between my pussy and the outside world. Thank god no one’s around.
Newton scampers over to me and runs his tongue up my face, wagging his tail like he’s never been happier than right now. Hmmm. He’s a big, strong dog, so maybe he can help.
“Newton, Newton. Good boy,” I cajole. “Do you think you can get me out of this jam?”
Reaching up with one hand, I scratch behind his ear and he nudges me with his head, his tongue lolling with happiness.
“Okay, boy. I’m going to use you as my leverage then.”
I heave myself against his solid mass, but he just bobs his head and licks my face again.
“Come on, boy.”
My voice is laced with as much sugary sweetness as I can muster in my incredibly uncomfortable position, but it doesn’t do me any good. Instead of moving closer to push me backwards out of his doggy door, Newton starts to back away, huffing happily as his tail wags. Then, he spies a movement at a window in the front and scampers off.
“No, Newton. Come back, come back!”
I gesture futilely, but as soon as I lift my hands from the ground, the front of my body comes crashing down. I feel the door cutting into my stomach, and my knees grinding harder into the wood porch on the other side, trying to hold me up in this awkward position. Dropping both hands to the floor, I watch in horror as Newton paws happily at the window before darting out of the kitchen and then out of sight. My head drops as defeat wells up inside me.
“What the hell was I thinking?” I cry in a half-sob, half-wail. “Goddamnit!” I curse.
Of course I wasn’t going to fit through a damn doggy door! I’m a big girl, and definitely too sizable to squeeze through something like this. Now I’m stuck here with my ginormous butt on display for anyone who might show up, flashing my thong and big white cheeks. Fuck. What am I going to do? I could be here until nightfall, and tears start in earnest then.
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Logan
Playing hooky isn’t something I do very often, but today I wanted to take some time to myself. My restaurant, Eat & Co. will be just fine without me there for the rest of the day. After all, I hire the best and if there’s one thing I know, it’s that my staff is trustworthy. They love the restaurant as much as I do, and the place will be in good hands with them. Hell, maybe I should let them handle things more often so I can get some time away from work to actually live.
