Outgrowing your clothes Pt9

“Urp. Those, urp, were some good donuts.”

Caitlin let out a raucous belch, one that reverberated through the apartment. The primate scratched her vast belly, trying to digest her latest snack. Her double belly flopped down in between her sturdy thighs, forcing them apart and pressed into the sides of the couch on both sides. As the couch strained to hold up her weight, it was clear that it would need to be replaced soon; Caitlin had simply outgrown it.

The chimp’s weight was continuing to soar and she was well past a quarter of a ton and showed no signs of slowing down nor caring. She loved to eat and it was more than just a habit, it was a lifestyle. She eagerly looked forward to each meal, even as they were all blending into one large buffet. She was consuming well over fifteen thousand calories a day, and even that amount was starting to seem to miniscule for her; she sometimes felt hungry before going to bed.

Caitlin resembled nothing of the once lithe chimp who had purchased an oversized outfit from a thrift store all that time ago. Now, that oversized outfit was too small to cover her bulbous frame. The shirt was stretched wide to the sides as it tried to cover her expansive breasts, barely keeping them contained. It also did nothing to cover up her ample stomach, the double belly protruding past the lowest point of the cushions and hanging just above the rug. All the stains were even more pronounced as well, as if Caitlin’s had replaced what had been there already.

Her shorts, whenever she was standing, was barely visible from the front, as her bulky thighs, wide hips and fat belly swallowed up almost all of the fabric, with only the faintest of fabric lines observable. Not that she stood much these days anyway, only getting up to get her food from Uber, or whenever she waddled from the bed to her laptop or to the bathroom. The picture of the pig was now almost perfectly centered with the crack of her gargantuan butt, the face seemingly being pulled apart whenever she sat or waddled. It was almost impossible to believe that the outfit had gone from her swimming in it to now her being too big for it.

Not that she was going to stop wearing them, they were the only thing that she could possibly wear. All of her old clothes wouldn’t be able to get past her calves, let alone her thighs. She was more than 5 times her old size and nothing she already owned would ever get on her hairy hide again.

Another fart passed through her body as she tapped her belly once more, contemplating if she was going to get something else to eat. She figured it was almost time for her mid-afternoon meal anyway, so she’d just wait until she got her next round of burgers. Besides, she probably had to check her work emails anyway, so she’d wait.

Thankfully, as she glanced over at her laptop, she saw that she still had a bag of Doritos laying there. At least she’d have something to tide her over for the next half hour.

“Always, burp, smart to keep a snack handy”, she muttered to herself as she gathered the energy to waddle over to the desk. “Helps, burp, keep, urp, your, gasp, strength up too. And, phew, need all the help I can get with that these days”, she giggled to herself.