The floor groaned the second she stepped into the hallway.

Creaaak… pop…

Sai felt the boards shift slightly beneath her feet, one of them even rising up as it failed to keep up with her weight. She was used to that by now. After all, she was very heavy—each step carried weight and presence. Her body moved with slow, soft confidence, swaying side to side as her thick thighs brushed together and her hips grazed the hallway walls.

Her leotard, once gemtle and fitting, now clung to her wide frame, sticking slightly with sweat. The fabric of her uniform was fighting to hold together—straps stretched tight across her round belly, the waistband and her sash buried beneath soft folds. The bottom was completely filled by the sheer size of her thick legs and especially her rear.

Her rear—quite bountiful now—shifted and bounced subtly with every step, the fabric behind her pulled taut to its limit. It was the part of her that gave her the most trouble. Like now.

She reached the doorway to the garden and stepped forward—only for her belly to press lightly into the frame. She pivoted to the side, but her hips caught immediately… and her wide, soft backside followed, wedging tightly into the space. The wood groaned.

She pressed forward. Nothing.

She pressed forward again. Nothing.

Her rear was fully caught—plush and round, filling every inch of the frame. The doorway wasn’t budging, and neither was she.

Sai sighed in exhasperation.

She braced both hands on the frame and turned her head, strands of sweat-damp hair brushing her mildly flustered cheeks.

“Could you... Could you give me a hand?” she called, voice almost hesitant yet anxious.

She felt another floorboard shift beneath her heel.

“... Before the floor decides it’s had enough of me.”