Outgrowing your clothes Pt6

Caitlin let out a loud burp as she hit send on her email to the managing partners about how to enter their zoom meeting. She had put explicit instructions in the email and really hoped no one would be bothering her later that night. Not that she really had plans, she just didn’t want to be bothered.

The young woman exited her firms remote server and went to Youtube to watch a few videos. She had been doing this more and more lately as it helped her relax while dealing with less knowledgeable furs all day. Watching a good meal get made was just what the doctor ordered.

She clicked on a video about making the best burger and watched the Kangaroo chef go about his business. Caitlin smiled as she watched, reaching her hand into one of the numerous bags surrounding her work station and pulled out some French fries and stuffed them into her face before putting the bag next to her keyboard. The salty taste had barely left her mouth before she stuffed another handful in, repeating the process until the bag emptied. This prompted her to let out another loud belch before tossing that bag to the ground and grabbing a new one to replace it.

“Mhm, that burger looks really good and juicy”, she said out loud as she kept pushing fries into her mouth. “Maybe, burp! I should try and make that one day. I’ll bet, urpp, it’s not too hard” she said as she took down yet another bag of fries and went for her third one of “lunch”.

Dinner was really just a continuation these days of breakfast and her “mid-morning snack”, which bled into lunch and then her afternoon snack and pre-dinner meal. Caitlin was almost always eating now, and when she wasn’t, she found herself with little energy to do anything else. Her eyes usually seemed very worn and dull, as if she had been working non-stop. In truth, every day it seemed that her energy was more and more depleted and it required more calories to fuel her to be able to stay awake, let alone work.

Caitlin should have sensed something was wrong, especially as her once massive work outfit began to grow more and more form fitting. The shorts no longer needed to be pulled in anymore and her shirt was now almost at waist length. Even more surprising, the stains on them were only getting bigger and bigger, replacing the ones that had been there and becoming more of a personal trophy, as if to show everyone that CAITLIN had acquired said stains, no one else.

The chimp’s weight had risen dramatically in nine months, going from relatively slim, to curvy, to plump, to fat, and now on the verge of obese. She was only a dozen or so pounds from 300, a number she never would have imagined she’d get to in her wildest nightmares. As it was now though, it looked like not only would she reach that milestone, but probably even more milestones. She just couldn’t stop eating.

Then again, Caitlin didn’t really want to stop eating, even if she could. Food all tasted so good and she just loved trying more and more of it, no matter how greasy or fattening it was. She couldn’t get enough of it, even as her stomach was packed tightly or she felt too full to move. There were always those moments where she would just let out a loud burp, or squeeze out a fart, or just take a few breathes and then she’d be ready to resume her gluttony. It truly was the most productive she had been in a long time.

“Burp, oh, he’s adding mayo AND barbeque to this? That just looks so amazing” she thought as she leaned in a bit.

Doing so caused her panties, which were by now little more than dental floss on her expanded lower half, to ride up by her rear and her snatch, causing enough pressure as to elicit a small but still audible moan from her lips. She reveled in the feeling and decided to shift again once more, the process repeating and giving her yet another thrill.

“Mmm”, she moaned, “so good.”

Caitlin rocked forward again and this time the pressure really intensified as the chimp felt herself get damp, and not just from sweating. Her temperature was rising and her horniness was increasing. Sensing that she needed to get off, the IT woman kept rocking in her desk chair and watching the chef cook, her upper and lower lips growing moist and wet as she kept this process up. The chair groaned a bit under weight but she didn’t care, she was going to get off and nothing was going to stop that.

“Yes, yes, YES!”

Caitlin screamed as loud as she could as she felt herself release a torrent of fluids below her waist, soaking the thin cotton fabric as well as her inner thighs as well. She panted heavily as she let everything all come out, enjoying the after glow that followed.

“That, that was so good”, she thought as she sat there for a bit, letting her body recover from all the energy it had spent.

Caitlin clicked off the YouTube video and slowly got to her feet. She looked back to see that her desk chair was soaked, but she was too tired to clean it up now. She just wanted to get to the couch and put on something to occupy her mind for a bit until she ordered dinner. The chimp grabbed what was left of her snack and waddled to the couch, her fattened tail and rear bouncing almost in unison.