Outgrowing your clothes Pt3

The clock read 10:12 as Caitlin paced around her living room, waiting for email to be replied to by an impatient attorney. She had just put a link together containing his discovery responses and she wanted to make sure there were no issues. It had been 10 minutes and she hadn’t heard anything.

“There better not be any issues, I don’t need that crap today.”

The chimp idly scratched her back, trying to get rid of an itch that she seemed to have since the prior night. She felt so tense lately and like her nerves were all on edge.

That was, of course, when she wasn’t wearing her thrift store purchase. If she was in her regular work clothes (which she wore when she had zoom calls), but when she didn’t have to, Caitlin found herself drawn to the comforts of her oversized shirt and shorts. Putting them on made her feel like she was on a cloud and not dealing with the complaints and bullshit from coworkers who were clearly dumber than her.

When she had purchased the clothes, she figured she’d be wearing them once a week at most, but, as the days had gone on, Caitlin found herself wearing them almost all the time, sans days when she had a meeting. Even then, the moment the calls would end, she was already stripping out of her work stuff and into her relaxing stuff. It just made her feel so good and even though she couldn’t explain why, her mind kept telling her to put the stuff on.

That’s not to say she didn’t try washing them often, quite the contrary, she washed them once a week. No matter what though, she couldn’t get the stains out. It was almost as if they were put on when the clothes were made, which wouldn’t make sense. Nevertheless, no scrubbing, no detergent, no stain remover, nothing would remove them.

Gradually though, as time passed, Caitlin had not really thought about them much. Sure, she washed the clothes, but that was so they didn’t stink too much. She wasn’t really doing much other than walking from her bed to the computer or to the kitchen, so her body odor was coating them quite well. As each day passed, whatever she had smelled on that first day was fading and being replaced by her own scent.

Glancing back at her monitor, she saw the email from Vicki Marter that read, “Can’t check the email yet. Will let you know later. Did you make sure to include the photographs in color?”

Caitlin growled. She had only read Vicki’s email ten times to ensure she put everything in the folder, and now the fox had the nerve to ask if she had followed instructions?

“Screw it, I’m going to get something to eat.”

The chimp left her living room and made her way into the kitchen. She had gotten a supermarket delivery that morning and had not put all of her groceries away. Thus, she reached into one of the plastic bags and pulled out a box of breakfast cookies and began munching away. She had eaten breakfast already, but she still felt like she needed a snack.

That had been happening a lot lately, as Caitlin was ordering more and more food online, whether it be groceries or take out. There were some wrappers from last nights dinner still on the counter, along with a bag from her burgers from three nights ago. She just hadn’t gotten around to cleaning up yet.

That was unlike her, as normally she kept things neat, at least when it came to trash. She didn’t want to get bugs or anything but at least for the moment, those concerns were on the back burner. Right now, she was hungry and was going to eat.

“Mhm, these are good”, she said as she crammed her third handful into her mouth.

After the fourth time, she reached under her shirt and pulled the shorts up once more, hoping they would stay up for longer than ten seconds. She had hoped that the washes would also shrink them, but to date that had not been the case. At least not in a significant way.

Still, was her shirt rose just slightly, a bit of her belly was exposed, a hairy belly that usually showed the faint traces of abdominal muscles, was now showing nothing but a bulge that jiggled ever so slightly.