Part 12The next morning, Susan pulled into the driveway of her parents house and after squealing to a hurried stop, lurched out of her car. It was a cold, brisk morning and she shivered in the crisp air; although as she began to move towards the front door, her new layers of “insulation” took effect and she was already getting red faced and sweaty by the time she made it inside.
Seeing that her parents were nowhere in sight, she sighed with relief and stripped off her Lane Bryant jacket. Making a half-hearted attempt to toss it onto the coat rack, it fell in a heap on the hard wood floor below. Susan cursed; her parents would SURELY nag her about that later. So with a grunt, she leaned over to pick it up, feeling her soft belly rolls press uncomfortably into her huge, dangling tits in the process.
With the task completed, Susan lumbered up the stairs to get ready for work. The steps creaked in protest as she made her way to the top; pausing for a moment to catch her breath she cursed again. “Stupid Burger World,” she muttered as she swung open the door to her bedroom.
After a brief shower, she wrapped a huge towel around her zaftig form and began the search for a passable outfit. Reaching down for a pair of black stretch pants, the towel fell off and she shuddered as she caught her naked reflection in the mirror.
Alex, true to his word, had already left quite a mark on the over-fed beauty. Her eyes glazed over as she took in the view. Free from a bra, her huge breasts sagged midway down the sides of her soft and protruding belly rolls. Her nipples pointed sadly towards the floor, a far cry from pert, perky days never to be seen again. Frowning, she grabbed clumsily at those heavy, drooping udders and attempted to cup them with her chubby hands back to their old position and dimensions. Soft flesh surged out from the sides of her fingers as she pressed them into place before sighing with resignation. She released her tits with a flop, and they bounced and shook as gravity returned them to their new found position in the pecking order of Susan’s gelatinous figure.
Turning her inspection to her face, she noticed that those double chins were starting to merge together into a soft ring of fat that started just below her ears and had begun to sag onto her neckline. Officially a complete porker, you almost see the old, green eyed Susan buried under all that chubbiness - but it was fading fast.
Her belly rolls, similarly free from any spanx or other fat girl sleight of hand, drooped out and down in a cascade of quivering blubber, totally concealing her huge, hot pink panties. Soft, corpulent hips and thighs, marred with stretch marks and creases of fat, exploded out to her sides and, at least, adequately supported the obese torso above.
As she turned around for a depressing view of her gigantic flabby ass, Susan noticed that creases of fat were even forming on the back of her huge thighs just above her knees. Pockets of soft flab sagged over the joints and to the sides, with bright red stretch marks a testament to new and unfettered expansion.
She had been living in an alternate reality for months now, fueled by Alex’s endless encouragement and enablement of her gluttonous lifestyle. But for a moment, as she processed her current condition, reality and old vanities resurfaced.
“Oh my god,” she whispered in a horror tinged tone. “I’m getting huge....what am I going to do???”
Noticing a picture from her high school graduation party laying nearby, she lifted it off the dresser and examined it. She had been just south of 200 pounds that summer, and the sulk on her bloated face as she had stood awkwardly between her athletic parents for the photo spoke volumes.
But now, she had a different perspective on things. “I was so skinny back then,” she moaned to herself as she began to pull the 3X stretch pants onto her wide, flabby lower body. “What I would give to...”
Her phone buzzed from her nightstand; yanked from the moment of introspection, she grabbed it and saw it was from Alex.
“SORRY ABOUT LAST NIGHT, SEXY. MAKE IT UP TO YOU TONIGHT OVER DINNER? AND DESSERTS??
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She blushed. “Thank God I have Alex,” she remarked aloud. “What would I do without him.”
Pulling her huge, purple Burger World shirt over her fat arms and belly, her mind quickly shifted back to current realities. And needs.
Her stomach, instinctively, growled as she plodded downstairs and stopped in the kitchen. A few donuts later she was crammed back into her car and speeding towards Burger World.
Checking her reflection in the rear view mirror, she hurriedly applied a rush makeup job to her chunky face. Her phone buzzed again; she giggled as she saw the heart and junk food themed emojis that Alex had sent in his latest, flirty text.
Yep, she repeated to herself. What in the world would she do without him.