Outgrowing your clothes Pt5

The smell of unhealthy food filled the chimp’s nose, even through her mask. It had her salivating and she was barely able to keep her mind on the task at hand. She had to get some food in her system (and a snack for later), and she only had a few minutes to do so before McDonalds stopped selling breakfast. Thus, this would have to be very quick and efficient.

“Come, urp, on! How long does it, burp, take to figure out what you want” she asked out loud as two cheetahs in front of her debated on what to get. They were taking forever in her opinion, and not only was this making her hungrier, it was making her angrier.

She placed her hands on her chunky hips and began tapping her foot against the floor, causing her body to jiggle underneath her huge clothes. The outfit was still much too big for her, but she was no longer having to tied the string of the waistband too tightly, nor was she finding that the sleeves of the shirt were drooping that much anymore. The outfit was starting to fit better each passing day, and it was becoming more and more like it was also becoming part of her new personality too.

The stains that had appeared when she had first purchased it were still there, only now they had found many friends, friends that also found friends and seemed to want to stay well past their welcome. She hadn’t washed the outfit in a week, but even if she had, those stains weren’t going anywhere. Nor was the scent that was coming off her body, that had also merged with the clothing and was her unique smell. One that in long doses could be somewhat offensive.

Not that any of that mattered to Caitlin as the only thing on her mind at the moment was getting food. She wiped the drool from her face as she watched the cooks in the back crack some eggs and fry some bacon, her mind thinking about all the delicious food she could be enjoying once the two idiots in front of her finally made up their minds. She licked her lips in anticipation and felt a warmth press through her body as she continued thinking about all she was about to consume. Eating made her relaxed, no matter what else was going on.

It was what made her not think about the fact that there were no Uber drivers in her area that would be able to get her breakfast in time, and it helped her forget the fact that she was wearing something she vowed to never leave the house in. The idea of tearing through pancakes drizzled in syrup and butter, of a big egg mcmuffin getting shoved into her throat, and a hashbrown smothered in ketchup going past her lips made her forget any cares she might have had or qualms about wearing what she was wearing out in public. She had to eat and she didn’t care if people saw her wearing such a comical outfit.

Eventually, the two cheetahs finished their orders and left with their tray; the younger one putting his food on his older brothers tray and leaving the empty one on the counter. Caitlin waddled forward and picked it up and slammed it down, hoping to get the attention of the nearest worker.

“Hustle up! I know you stop selling breakfast in three minutes”, she exclaimed.

“Sorry miss, be right with you” a zebra said as he adjusted his shirt. “Welcome to McDonalds, would you like to try our new Australian roast”, it’s only an extra dol.”

“Yeah I don’t care about coffee, kid. I’ll take three sausage egg McMuffins, a bacon egg and cheese McMuffin, two orders of pancakes, three orders of scrambled eggs, four hashbrowns, and a thing of cinnamon buns. Oh, and a Hi-C.”

The zebra looked at the chimp before him, her belly bounding up and down even in her loose shirt, and almost snickered. Still, he remained somewhat professional and put the order in and rang her up.

“Is that all?”

“No, I’ll also take two big macs, extra mac sauce, a chicken sandwich, hold the tomatoes, a double cheeseburger, a side of mac sauce, and a 40 piece nugget.”

“It’ll, it’ll,  just be a moment, miss. Thank you for your order”, the zebra stammered out, shocked by the size of this order. As he saw the pig on her chest, he figured that she was definitely living up to that emblem.

Caitlin moved to the side, her bulbous butt cheeks quivering as she did so. The people behind her watched as the pig on her rear moved ever so slightly, and the faintest of panty lines appeared, trying to show that this outfit was not as big as it once had been. The chimp was too busy focusing on her meal getting cooked to care what anyone behind her thought, even as anyone could see the stain or two from her sitting on a few stray fries or slices of pepperoni. They’d never see her again anyway, so she didn’t have to impress them. She only had to quell that fire in her belly, that was all that mattered. And, as the four bags of food came out, she knew she’d be able to do that soon. At least for a little while.