Outgrowing your clothes Pt 18

A large shipping box was open on the kitchen counter, inside of it a package from “Chip’s Chiptastic Cookies”. The package was filled with cookies of all kinds; chocolate chip, walnut, oatmeal raisin, double chocolate chip, you name it. It left the kitchen smelling something sweet, which was in stark contrast to the horse that was standing there eating said cookies. He was anything but sweet smelling at the moment.

“Munch, these cookies are so good”, he said, getting cookie crumbs everywhere. They splattered on his shirt, joining a host of other stains that had been accumulating over the months.

Victor Montagu, IV, a once lithe and proper horse, was fading into oblivion, replaced by “Vic” Montagu, who was obese, vulgar, and crude. Vic, as he had been signing his emails and for food orders, had shot past the “getting fat” phase into “fat” phase in almost a nano-second. He had been ordering more and more takeout from Uber, rarely venturing out of his apartment, and choosing to have his groceries delivered to him. He saw no reason to leave his work chair or couch, so he just wasn’t going to.

Behaving in this manner of course had consequences on his life, most notably on his job. Since not getting promoted, Vic had only gone to the office twice, both times on the weekends. He had no desire to see anyone else, so he had simply gone in when the building was closed and gathered a few more items to get work done.

Not that he could have gone into the office in his current state anyway, he was far too fat to even hope to get any of his old work clothes on, let alone not having them explode if he moved. He was almost 200 pounds heftier than he had been, and nothing fit. Nothing, that was, except for his shirt and shorts set.

Vic wore those all the time now, finding them to not only be the only thing that fit, but also the most comfortable set of clothing he had ever worn. He found himself feeling so good in the outfit, like it was meant for his skin and only his skin. If he took either article off for more than a second, he felt insecure but the moment it went back on, he would feel a pleasurable chill go up his spine, one that would have him giggling stupidly to himself, as if he had heard the funniest joke ever.

While his weight had gone up, his IQ had come down. Not a tremendous amount to be sure, but his once “genius” IQ level was gone, replace by one that was definitely in the “average” range. Because of this, and his laziness, and not going to the office, Vic’s superiors were not happy. They constantly asked him to come in or go on a video call, but he kept making excuses and would either send an email or leave a voicemail, hoping this would keep them off his back. They had rejected him, he wasn’t going to just lay down and do whatever they said, even if it meant getting in trouble.

Vic grabbed his fourth cookie since getting the package, stuffing it eagerly into his mouth before reaching in for number five. Doing so caused his belly to press into the counter, which in turn caused his dick to rub up against his under belly. He shuddered at the sensation, one that was growing stronger and stronger as the days had gone on.

He had always been one to live a mostly sex free lifestyle but lately his dick was constantly throbbing. He found himself struggling to concentrate sometimes, his hands seemingly moving on their own as they reached past his swollen gut and to his hard dick, a dick that had grown at least three inches since he purchased these clothes. Touching his cock made him feel good and he wouldn’t stop until he came, sometimes shooting loads in his shorts. He would feel gross after and shower, but those showers were starting to happen less and less frequently as his jerking off became more frequent. He was just too tired now after the act and wanted to sleep, not get up and clean up. So, depending on where he was, he would typically just fall asleep where he was, taking a long nap as he recovered from the most physical activity he’d do in a day.

Right now, as he took down yet another three cookies, Vic felt his cock lengthen as his gut rubbed against it more. He almost reached down with one hand to grab it and used the other to grab another cookie, but he thought against it. Instead, the big fur waddled back to his bedroom to get off. The cookies would still be there when he was finished.