Outgrowing your clothes Pt10

“Huff, gasp, wheeze. Yeah, I’m, pant, coming.”

Caitlin waddled across her pigsty of an apartment to get to her computer and answer the video conference call. Her employer had been trying to get a hold of her since the morning but she had been busy, what with eating and trying to do some work. The woman also had been struggling to get her swollen cheeks into her desk chair, which had not worked out too well. So, for the time being, she had placed her laptop on the kitchen counter and was now using the island to hold herself up.

With a sweaty hand, Caitlin moved the mouse over and opened up the chat. A moment later, a rather stout looking raccoon and a kindly goose appeared on a split screen. Both smiled and said hello to the obese woman, still struggling to comprehend just how massive she had gotten. They had seen her a few times in the almost two years since work from home had become a thing and each time they were amazed to see that she was bigger and more slovenly in each appearance. Neither were trying to judge her but they did have a reputation to uphold and Caitlin, encased in an outfit that was now several sizes too small, and covered in stains, and beginning to rip in certain areas, did not fit the mold of someone they wanted at their firm.

Having said that, she was still a very valuable employee and got things done. She responded to most emails in a timely manner, she never called out sick, and, due to her increasing size and laziness, never requested time off for vacations or anything like that either. She was really a model employee, well, a model employee that weighed in excess of 700 pounds. They just didn’t want her in the office, especially right when they were just starting to let people back into the building.

That’s why an executive decision was made. Caitlin was going to be kept on, but she would be allowed to work from home on a full time basis for the foreseeable future. Her hours would be cut, from 40 hours to 35 hours, but she’d still have all her benefits, she just wouldn’t be eligible for overtime that quickly. But, they figured with the money she’d save on her commute, it would even out. At least they hoped.

“Hi Caitlin, I hope you’re well”, the racoon began as he started telling her their plan.

*

“Thanks, oh, wheeze, again, Jacob and Delia. I’ll, urp, talk to you soon.”

Caitlin hung up the zoom call, barely able to contain her excitement. With the emails coming in fast about the office opening up in a few weeks, she had been nervous as to what she was going to do. She hadn’t really ventured out of her apartment in months, opting to have all her food, groceries, and other important items delivered to her door. If she went back to work, she’d have to go clothes shopping and she honestly did not want to be bothered. It was too annoying to go to a clothing store and pick something out, she’d rather just stay in and relax. Now, not having to go into the office meant she could do that.

She grabbed the kitchen island, trying to steady herself as she thought about what she was going to do next. Her stomach was grumbling loudly as she had not eaten anything since the call had begun. That was twenty minutes ago and the mammal was feeling peckish.

“Maybe, pant, I could order Chinese. Or Thai. Haven’t, whew, had Thai in awhile.”

Pressing further into the counter, Caitlin’s corpulent gut over and underflowed the counter top, causing her to react by backing up a bit. It hadn’t hurt, but the cold was a bit of a shock and she didn’t like it. She slowly waddled backwards, her belly sloshing in the front and smacking her tree trunk sized thighs.

“Too, too cold”, she muttered.

The cold on her belly went away eventually due to all the heat her gut an fur generated. Standing there for a few moments more, Caitlin felt a cool, refreshing breeze hit her wide rear end. She giggled at this for a moment before trying to reach behind her and pull her shorts down to cover more of her cheeks. It took several tries before she did so, but she eventually was able to grip the fabric with her meaty paws and tried tugging the cloth out of her ass crack. Try as she might though, they wouldn’t budge. No matter how hard she pulled, the fabric would not budge.

“Grr, what, gasp, the fuck. Why, pant, won’t, these, ugh, move”, she yelled, struggling again to get them out of her ass.

Finally, after trying for a few more moments, Caitlin gave up. This was too tiring and she was sweating even more than normal. She looked down, past her cavernous bosom, to see that the shirt was no longer covering anything but her breasts at this point, effectively becoming a bra, and an undersized one at that. There was fraying on the sleeves too and she could hear the back strain as she moved even in the slightest. Something that she could never have believed when she purchased the shirt and pants 21 months ago had finally happened: she was too big for them.

“Shit. I, I guess I am going clothes shopping after all”, she groaned. Her stomach once more complained audibly as she did. “But, after I eat. And take a nap. Well, by then it’ll be too late. Maybe I’ll go tomorrow”, she thought as she brought up her phone to place another food order.

Clothing could wait, eating could not.