Outgrowing your clothes Pt7

“Our leading story, the President has decided to put the nation again on lockdown, as the Gericho Virus cases are once again on the rise and the vaccines are still not ready for animal usage.”

“Whatever, just make up your, burp, mind. You locked us down, then, urp, you didn’t, now you are again. Make up your fucking mind. BURP!”

Caitlin angrily changed the channel to something else as she fumed over the latest news. Just when she thought things were going to get better, the government decided to put them back in their homes for the foreseeable future. It was frustrating, but not because Caitlin wanted out of the house.

Tossing the remote to the side, it just missed the box of pizza that she had resting on the couch armrest. A smattering of fast food bags and junk food wrappers were strewn about the messy apartment. Caitlin let out another monstrous burp and grabbed a slice of pizza and stuffed it in her face.

No, Caitlin was annoyed because the shut down meant that some of her favorite food joints would probably close, at least temporarily. This would mean that her uber drivers would probably have to go to McDonald’s or other spots more, instead of the local businesses she liked to support. Like Gino’s Pizza, which she was currently eating.

“They, burp, just, whew, better, chew, make this fast. If, belch, Gino’s goes down, I’m going to be really pissed”, she grumbled as she took another slice and jammed it into her mouth, not bothering to stop talking while she chewed.

Her manners were non-existent now and as she ate, Caitlin let out intermittent burps and farts, filling the already pungent apartment with more foul smells. She had become a complete slob, and she really had no plans on changing that. She was content with her simple life these days, logging into work, getting some stuff done, napping on her extended lunch break, finishing work up and then sitting on the couch until she would go to bed.

Of course, during all of this she was eating, stuffing her face with more and more copious amounts of food as the days passed. She was seemingly breaking her own caloric intake from each passing day, hitting a new number and then passing it almost immediately. Her body was always demanding food, even if she was full. The only time she wasn’t hungry was when she was handling the other “hunger” she had, her sex drive.

The chimp found herself constantly getting off, usually at least three times a day. Her orgasms were growing longer it seemed as she got fatter, and she would bask in the afterglow for as long as she could, up until she passed out from exhaustion. The primate didn’t even bother changing her clothes, she just went to bed. Granted, she only wore the shirt and short combo and no longer bothered with underwear (they didn’t fit and she wasn’t going anywhere, why bother), but those clothes were now practically tattooed to her bulky body, and they were starting to finally become small on her.

As she sat on the couch gorging herself, her big belly sagged down past her crotch, forcing her thighs to spread apart and let the fleshy gut hang down. Her shirt rode up, exposing the hairy mass and getting a few more stains on it. She had long given up on trying to cover her gut, as the shirt was ill equipped to do so. Even the shorts, with the pant legs that were once bigger than her waist, couldn’t contain her. The band would slip under that belly and had begun to pinch her ever so slightly, a sign that she was finally the right size for them, or more likely, too big for them. Her hips and thighs were sturdy but all fat, brushing up against the edges of the couch on both sides. It was getting a bit too cramped for her liking.

“Maybe, urp, the furniture stores will at least stay open. I, burp, need, a new couch, I think” she said as she let out another fart that caused her body to wobble uncontrollably. “This, burp, cheap one needs to go.” Caitlin complained aloud as she tilted her head back to take in another slice.

It was the last of the box, she discovered and she groaned. She’d have to order a few more, but that also meant having to get up and stand for a bit.

“I really wish, burp, they’d just bring the food in”, she groaned again. “That would really make my life a lot easier.”