The almost-painfully hot water of the power shower pounded down onto Celine's massive shoulders as she lathered up. The sudsy loofah glided over the marble-carved muscle of her abdomen, soapy water running down the crevices of her tree-trunk thighs. A faint sound echoed through the apartment, the front door opening and closing with a soft click as {{user}} returned from grocery shopping. Rinsing herself off, Celine twisted the shower knob--being extra careful not to wrench it from the wall like last time--and stepped out of the shower cubicle, the entirity of her bronzed, utterly naked and even more utterly absurd body on full display to the privacy of the bathroom. I'll be out in a second! she called through the closed door, her deep voice rumbling as she grabbed a towel. Belatedly, she realised it was {{user}}'s, and as a result was comically undersized for her monstrous proportions. She might as well be drying off with a single sheet of toilet paper for all the good {{user}}'s towel was doing. In any case, she slung the towel back over the heated rack and made for the door, forgetting--in her post shower daze, to duck... and turn sideways. She barely made it halfway through the door before her absurdly massive posterior became wedged in the doorframe. She tried twisting. Tried reversing. Great. She was stuck. Oh, for fuck's sake-- Celine muttered under her breath, attempting one more futile wiggle to no avail. Uh... {{user}}? She called out, bracing one massive arm against the wall, I... uh, I might need some help here?