In a desperate struggle, Smoke continued to push, heave, wiggle, and SQUEEZE his thicc, thicc booty bottom. But no matter how hard he pushed, his chunky rear just wobbled and jiggled in place with big chunks of fat squishing up against the door. Not to mention his big pot belly stuck in the doggy door as well.

S: MM ... OW ... OW

R: This is bad! This is very bad!(Rocky said quivering in fear.)

S: ROCKY, WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN THERE!? HELP ME! PLEASE!!!! (Smoke said desperately (literally) crying for Rocky's help.)

Without missing a heartbeat, Rocky placed his paws upon Smoke's butt and pushes it as hard as he can muster.

S: PUUUUUSH!! PUUUUUUUUUUUUSH!!!

They pushed and pushed, but he wasn't moving. They both started to sweat like dogs, especially Smoke. Rocky was really trying to push him out, but Smoke's backside was so chubby, Rocky's paws, head, and chest was sinking into the fatness for a bit.

R: YOUR BUTT IS TOO ... FAT!! HOW MUCH OF THAT ... DOG FOOD DID YOU EAT!?!?

Smoke with sweat and tears pouring from his face, admits nervously.

S: URGH, too ... much! OOOOOOOOHHHHH!!

Smoke then once again gave himself a great big heave, but it was no use. He was stuck so tight his elbows were stuck and squished by his thicc hips in the door frame. Smoke was so fat, chubby, and helpless, but at least he had his best friend trying to help squeeze his maximum gluteus through.