Carrie ordered a few dozen burgers for John as a consulation prize. "The foot massage can wait until we get to our hotel room." she said.
John finished the last of his burgers and patted his stomach. "Well I think it's time we got to our hotel to check in." he said, getting up and heading for the door.
Squeezing through was a tighter fit than before but he managed it with effort. Carrie however was not so lucky, and her humongously bloated belly got wedged tightly in the doorway.
"I'm stuck!!" she cried, tugging at the folds of fat around the doorframe.
"You shouldn't have eaten all those burgers!" said John with a smug expression on his face.
"Yeah, yeah!" groaned Carrie, struggling "Just get me out of here!"
John grabbed her hands and pulled and pulled, but even with his strength he couldn't budge her an inch. "Suck in your gut!" he suggested.
"I already am!" replied Carrie "If I ever get out of here, I am seriously considering a change of costume!"