Outgrowing your clothes Pt11

“Uber! I got your delivery! Hello!”

The fox at the apartment door rang the bell one more time, hoping to get a response. He had been ringing the bell for five minutes now and no one had even given him the courtesy of a response. He had figured the call was a prank anyway, he couldn’t imagine anyone needing three pizzas, four heroes, two dozen garlic knots, and two 2 liter bottles of soda at 2pm. Especially for one little old apartment.

“I’m not paid enough for this shit”, he said as he looked at the ground. He was at wits end.

“Gasp, gasp. Jus, just wait a second. I’m, whew, comin!”

As the voice got louder, the fox felt the floor beneath him shake ever so slightly. He also heard what appeared to be wheezing and a slight shuffle before a thunderous bang that sounded like a tank going off. These noises grew louder and louder until the door was thrust open, and a large mass of hairy flesh burst forward.

What stood before him was a chimp, at least he thought it was, and probably the fattest chimp that he had ever seen or would ever see. The hair on her head had grown out, covering up her engorged breasts, and her belly was so big that nothing below the waist was visible either.

“So-sorry. I, whew, was answer a work, gasp, email. You, whew, can just drop it, gasp, inside. I’ll, pant, just back up for you.”

Caitlin let go of the door frame and began trying to back up into her apartment, going slow so that way her belly didn’t get stuck in the frame. She had clearly done this before as she moved slowly and deliberately, stepping in certain spaces until she had finally cleared the frame. She waved the fox in.

“S-sure, gulp”, he said before nervously entering.

Stepping past the door, he was hit with a blast of smells from what he estimated were dozens of different take out places. It made him almost gag but he bit his lip, placed the bags down, and then ran like hell out of there.

“Heh, lasted longer than I thought.”

Caitlin chuckled to herself before waddling to her order and picking it up with her large hands. She made her way to her kitchen island to drop them off, huffing and gasping for air the entire time.

The mammal had grown accustomed to answering the door naked because as long as she didn’t face her back to the person, they weren’t going to see any of her goodies (though, she had to admit she kind of wished the fox had, he was cute). At her size, her privates were covered by her mound of a belly and with her hair grown out, her breasts were usually covered. There was almost no risk of being “indecent” to a delivery person.

Caitlin let out a thunderous fart that caused her ass to wobble and quiver like it was water in a wave pool. She barely acknowledged it as she opened up the first pizza box and grabbed a slice of meat lovers and crammed it into her waiting mouth. The flavors flooded her senses instantly and she closed her eyes to savor it.

“Mhm, they always make the best meat lovers”, she moaned as she grabbed her second slice and made short work of that as well.

It was a good thing she was the species she was, because it meant her legs were accustomed to carrying large loads of weight, and there wasn’t a much larger load than Caitlin. At a shade under half a ton, Caitlin was massive. Her face had become a collection of jowls and chins and had joined with her neck to become just one mass of flesh. Her belly sagged well past her knees, touching the floor whenever she sat. Her breasts fell down to the top of her first belly roll (one of three), resting on it like a book on a bookshelf.

Below the waist, her hips flared out to make clearing any single sized door frame near impossible while walking normally (she could just squeeze out of her apartment door is she turned side ways, but even that was getting too close for comfort. At their widest, they were 100 inches across and made finding a pair of underwear almost impossible, if she bothered wearing them anymore. Her cheeks had plumped up and overflowed any chair she dared sit on, sometimes forcing the seat down towards the floor and almost having it look like she wasn’t sitting on anything at all. Her thighs were firmly pressed together and a carjack would be required to spread them again. Her pudgy toes resembled over cooked sausages at this point, almost permanently in a curled position. Caitlin was a testament to unrelented gluttony, that was for sure.

She finished off her third and fourth slices and reached over for the first bottle of Pepsi, quickly uncapping it and taking a big swig. She felt the carbonation bubble up and let out a burp. She didn’t even bother covering her mouth, no one was around, there was no point. She took another healthy swig and then opened up a bag of garlic knots, lifted the entire thing up, and dumped them into her waiting jaws. She chomped loudly and with her mouth open, bits of food getting everywhere. She was a mess.

“These, burp, knots, are good. Next, belch, time, I get the garlic bread with the mozz. That’s, burp, mu-belch, better.”

She reached as best she could with a greasy hand and scratched the top of her belly, trying to get an itch that had been bothering her all morning. Her arm gently brushed her breasts, causing her to shiver. She was almost always hungry and horny, though thankfully eating enough these days would get her off too. She did find that her skin felt more sensitive than ever before; the simplest touch would have her panting like she was in heat.

Her body hair was matted, a result from so much sweat, even with the air conditioner on full blast. Since returning the outfit all that time ago, Caitlin had been naked almost all the time (the bed sheet was too much of a hassle to use now), so there were still bits of food stains on her that needed to be washed off. It was just the price to be paid for being as large as she was.

Not that she cared at this point anyway. Her life wasn’t so bad, why did she had to be thin? She loved to eat and food tasted oh so good, why shouldn’t she enjoy it? So she had a few extra, er, a few extra hundred pounds, was that a bad thing?

As she pondered this for another moment, her phone went off. It was 2:30 and that meant wrestling was going to come on soon. That also meant the ape that was hung (she later found out his name was Rex “They’re Bigger In Texas” Davis) would be on soon too. Feeling the dampness between her legs intensifying once more, Caitlin grabbed the remaining two pizza pies and slowly began her waddle to the bedroom.

She wasn’t going to miss this, her weight be damned.