Fairground Fattening Pt7

It had taken Tamara a lot longer than expected to reach Dale as she had stopped at each of the seven booths from the hot dog stand to the “Guess Your Weight Booth”, cramming food item after food item down her anxious gullet. It had caused her to pack on an additional 41 pounds, bringing her up to a very hefty 361 pounds. She was three times the size she had been when she showed up that morning, and it was now quite apparent that she was in dire need of new clothes.

The blouse had popped even more buttons and was just barely covering the lower portion of her bra, but just barely. Worse still, the sleeves were ripped and rolled up, both covered in sweat, grease and food items from her feasting. As she wiped her mouth, she only smeared ketchup and other sauces into the garment further, while also doing next to nothing to clean her face.

Her belly/FUPA had torn the seams of her crotch on her slacks, her now visibly strained red panties on display for anyone to see, if they were looking at her like that. It was even worse in the back as she waddled to Dale; her ass had burst through the back and was now in plain sight for all to see, each cheek encased in red panties hanging on for dear life, and wobbling pleasantly as she arrived to see the wolf.

Dale, for his part, just offered up a big toothy smile as he saw the obese tigress enter his field of vision. He had anticipated her putting on maybe 100 pounds, but this was beyond his wildest dreams. She was probably closing in on his weight of 400 pounds, he thought to himself as he lit another cigarette. He took a long drag and moved towards her. He got a good whiff of what appeared to be a combination of all the food she had eaten and sweat, and, he had to admit, it was a good scent.

“Sorry about interrupting ya time at this place, I just had some news about what’s going on right now with the car.”

Tamara was very nervous. She knew her car had been having issues, and it was a miracle that it had made it past Connecticut, let alone getting to Georgia. Now, after it had broken down, she was worried it wouldn’t be able to go anywhere else. She bit her nails, a nervous habit she did whenever she wasn’t eating. It led to her having bad nails and wide hips, both of which she felt bad about.

“Oh no. Please, Dale, don’t tell me it’s done. Please, please don’t tell me it’s done”, she pleaded with him, clutching his arm.

For a moment, she looked at him, her eyes giving off innocence and hope. Then, she realized what she was doing, and immediately pulled back. She rubbed them together, acting like she did not want to do it in the least. She rested one hand on a cushy hip, trying to look more intimidating.

“It’s not done, but, I don’t know if it’s running anytime soon. My guys towed it early for ya, and when Tredarious opened the hood, he just shook his head in disbelief. I’ll have to get a full report, but I don’t think ya getting out of here today.”

He took another drag of cigarette and watched her react. He was expecting her to curse him out, to yell, to swear, to tell him to go “fuck himself”, anything. However, her response was much more subdued.

“Shoot. How much is this going to cost? I spent all my money coming down here, I can’t afford much.”

She nervously tapped her chubby foot against the ground, causing her body to jiggle quite a bit as she waited for his response. She bit her thumb nail again, which caused another button on her shirt to pop off and land in front of her. Dale noticed this and chuckled, thinking he had really done a good job.

He could have ended it there, could have told her to wait at his shop and he’d get her on her way. After all, she was definitely humbled quite a bit and seemed more relaxed and less nasty. She probably had learned her lesson. But, he saw the help wanted sign and thought about maybe continuing with this little game. He was still wondering what to do when he glanced upon the stage in the center of the fair. He knew he would have an opportunity to really have fun and also fill a job at the same time, if she was the right fur for the job. So, he decided to continue.

“It’s not too crazy, but I do have something that might help ya get the remainder of those funds, if that sounds interesting to ya.”

Tamara brightened up.

“I am! Whatever it is, I’ll do it!”

The wolf smiled once more, which made him look very menacing. Tamara was too busy worrying about her car, however, to really take notice. She just got that hopeful look once more and waited for his idea. As she did, she turned to follow a goat who was walking by with a meatball sub, her mouth drooling as she did so. This allowed Dale to see that her ass had burst from her pants, making him barely contain a laugh. Still, he wanted to savor this some more, which meant he’d have to think of a plan for this as well.

“Good. I’ll explain more closer to 5, but for now, I want to help ya out with something else that is more pressing.”

She was confused, what could be more pressing than her car?

“What do you mean? What’s more pressing than my car?”

He thought of what he was going to say, and how he would keep her at the fair, when it hit him. He knew that the tent behind him had clothes from the old circus lady fat act that would fit her. He would just have to convince her to put them on. Without moving a muscle other than his right arm, the wolf pointed to her pant legs. He inhaled and exhaled from his cigarette without removing it from his mouth, getting smoke everywhere.

“Ya got some stains on ya pants little lady. Can’t have ya going around in ruined clothes now can we?”

Tamara looked down, past her engorged breasts and fattened belly to see the stains on her pants. There were ketchup, mustard, mayo, and other various stains all on the pants. She was so pissed that she did not even see the rips on her pants, or pay attention to the fact that her belly was no longer covered by any piece of clothing.

“Gosh darn it!, I hate to swear, but shit! Shit! Shit! This was my second-best suit! And, more importantly, one of the few that still fit half-way decent! This can’t get any worse!”

“Sorry to be the bearer of bad news. But, I’ll tell ya what. I know the best dry cleaner in the county, ya give me ya clothes, I’ll get you something to wear while they get cleaned up. That sound good?”

“Re-really” The sulking tigress’ face brightened up as she heard this news. “You,, sniff, do that for me? Even after I was mean to you before?”

“He-he, southern hospitality I guess. C’mon, let me get ya into the tent over there. There’s a little back area no one can enter except from the front. Ya can get changed in dere, I’ll keep watch. Just take all ya stuff out of ya pockets first for ya give me da clothes.”

*

“Hmm, these panties are a little big, Dale! You sure you don’t have anything, I don’t know, smaller?”

“Sorry, that’s all I could find on such short notice” he replied as he took her ruined clothes and chucked them in a trash bin. There was no way she’d need them again anyway.

Tamara gripped the waist of the underwear from both sides, stretching it out just a bit. The wide white cotton panties stretched even further, almost falling down even her own voluminous thighs and backside. Sighing, Tamara let the band go and felt the panties relax slightly, still very big for her.

Next, she griped the sundress he had provided and pulled it up and over her head and let it cover her body. Like the panties, it was way too big for her and the ruffles on the chest and arms only seemed to amply how big it was by swallowing her breasts and arms up. Clearly, whoever this dress was made for, was much bigger than even this obese tigress.

“Ya decent in there?, Can I come in?”

Tamara grabbed a hair tie that had come with this outfit and wrapped her hair back into a large ponytail and told him to enter. He got a good look at her rear as her tail moved up and down, admiring just how large she had gotten, but also knowing how much larger she was going to get.

“Ah, looks good on ya. Sorry it’s so big, but it’s all I could gather for ya. Like I said, short notice and I’m not a fashion store, he-he.”

The wolf folded his arms across his vast belly, chuckling at his own corny joke. Tamara giggled a bit, even though she knew it was corny. Her laugh was very lighthearted and almost airy, even for someone so big. There was a hint of a snort in there as well, though it wasn’t that pronounced.

“Fine, fine. Thanks again, Dale. You saved me from walking around looking like a fool. Can I do anything to help with your booth? Need me to take tickets or something? Is that how I can make the money to fix my car?”

“Nope, though I appreciate the offer. Ya just go and enjoy yourself around the rest of the fair and meet me back by the stage just before five. I’ll let ya know then a way you can make some money. Deal?”

With nothing else to do, she nodded.

“Good, I’ll see ya in a few hours, Tammy.”

Tamara was going to correct him, but he was already exiting the tent by the time the words came to her mouth. Besides, he was helping her out, she could let him call her by a random name just this once.

With that, the obese woman exited the tent herself, determined to find out where that meatball sub she had been eyeing before had come from.