Outgrowing your clothes Pt4

“Chomp, thank god that call is over.”

Caitlin reached into the bag of fries next to her mouse and pulled out another greasy handful and stuffed them into her face. She had refrained from eating on the video call, but it hadn’t been easy. Now, with no one else watching, she could resume her eating.

The bag of fries was not the only fast-food item in her apartment at the time, though it was becoming harder and harder to determine what had been order on this day, and what was ordered prior. The chimp had been feasting on fast-food more and more lately, and it was becoming obvious, even in a super-sized outfit.

It had been five months since she had been locked in her apartment due to the virus, and in that time, Caitlin had put on a good amount of weight. She had started out as a thin 115 pounder at 5-4, but now she was sporting a very flabby belly and a plumpened rear, one that would bounce whenever she would walk. Granted, you couldn’t really tell with what she wore all the time, but, if you looked closely, you could see that her baggy outfit was slightly more form fitting than before, just slightly.

At 168 pounds, Caitlin was getting rather plump. She wasn’t really paying attention to her weight as she now only wore her thrift store purchase. This had been the third video call of the week and everyone was talking about how they had seen the same yellow shirt every time, and wondered if she owned anything else anymore. No one had mentioned her weight, but people were picking up on her increasingly slovenly appearance.

The apartment no longer resembled that of a tidy chimpanzee who made sure to vacuum and mop every Friday but that of one who instead decided to catch up on Netflix when her workday ended. Caitlin would log off from work, open up Uber, get some dinner, then plop down on the couch to relax. She’d eat through a movie or two or a season of tv shows, then groggily get up and go to bed, before repeating the process again the next day, usually munching on several items before taking a midday nap. Once that was done, she’d wake up, rub the sleep out of her eyes, then listen to her growling belly and go about getting some more sustenance. This would be repeated on Sunday, with her breakfasts getting longer and longer, and her naps longer and longer as she basically slept, ate, slept, and ate her way to Monday.

Worse, Caitlin wasn’t finding anything wrong with this new lifestyle. She would always play it off as being due to the pandemic; that once things returned to the way they had been, she’d be back to normal, but even as some places opened back up (the supermarket for one), she found it was so much easier to just have things delivered than walk outside. Besides, she loved being in her “comfy clothes”, and they were too big to go out in. She’d just have to wait it out a little longer, and then she could return to her old way of life.

“Hmmm, maybe I’ll get some Pizza Hut for lunch today”, she thought as she finished off the large fries and took a swig of her root beer. She grabbed her phone and looked through the menu, letting out a small burp as she figured out what to get.