Fairground Fattening Pt6

Hey everyone. Hope you had a good weekend. Here are the next three parts to the sequence. I just finished the second to last one, so I'm hoping, HOPING, I can post the last few sequences tomorrow. 

Enjoy everyone. 

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“Chomp, chomp. This, urp, this is Tamara.”

“Hey there. It’s Dale. Just wanted to let ya know I got some news for ya if we can talk, but probably better in person. Can ya meet me at my booth in a few minutes, okay?”

“Burp, I can do that. Is everything, urp, ok? Belch, did you get my car?”

“It’s better if we talk in person. See ya in a few.”

With a click, the wolf hung up and Tamara brought her iPhone 9 down. The screen was cracked, but she wasn’t really in a position to get a new one, not yet anyway. She had been promised an interview with the real estate firm as a probationary paralegal, and she was hoping that could lead to a full-time position. She had hoped her parents position as members on the board at Harvard would have gotten her entry to the prestigious school, but that had not happened. Instead, her dad had to make a few calls to get her into UMASS, and even then it wasn’t easy. It wasn’t the best school, but it was good enough. She had tried, she really had, but grades weren’t that great and it made finding work hard. She had a few part-time gigs upon graduating, but nothing serious. This paralegal position was now the closest thing she had to a “real job”.

“Wonder what that was all about”, she mused as she lifted her chili dog to her mouth and took another hearty bite; bits of food dribbling down from her mouth and onto her now ruined blouse.

Buttons had already burst off the bottom of the garment, her hairy belly now on display as it sagged lower and lower on her frame, beginning to cover her pubic area. She had shed her jacket a bit back at another booth and put it down on the top of a help wanted sign, never to think about it again. It had grown way too tight for her anyway and would never clothes again. Besides, if she had taken a look at the back, she’d have noticed there was a huge tear down the back anyway, so it wasn’t like she could put it on in a social setting as it was. It was left to the side, just like her ambitions before arriving at the fair.

As she continued to feast on the fair’s delights, her weight continued to rise. She had ballooned well past 200, 250 and now even 300 pounds, settling on a robust 321. Her face was fully round with a second chin, and her hair had really started to grow out at this point. It was much fuller in the front, sometimes getting in the way of her gormandizing, but also more prominently in the back. Anyone who used to mistake her as a man no longer would do so, just based off of her face and hair alone.

Her breasts had continued to plumpen, sagging a bit in her outfit as they poured out from her ineffective bra. She knew the next task was to look for a port-a-potty and take the garment off, but that would have to wait until she finished these delectable chili dogs. As she sat on the bench, her belly pressed itself tightly into her still hanging on blouse, divided into three prominent rolls. Her slacks were pulled tight against her tree trunk thighs, tears forming in the sides. She had also really ruined them as well with bits of hot dog meat, chili, and mustard stains. She was a complete mess.

Still, Tamara was happy to be out in the fresh air and not couped up in her old Honda Accord. It was all she had been able to afford while working odd jobs in college and after graduating, but it had done the trick. It was a little snug with her belly pressing into the steering wheel a bit, but when she pushed the seat back, things were ok. She was really hoping she got this job, just because it would mean possibly buying a much better car.

So, she continued to glut herself on the bench, her fattened ass spreading further and further out, both to either side and up, elevating her a bit and providing more cushion, which she would probably need for all the consuming of food she was doing. She just hoped Dale had good news. As much as she was enjoying the fair and all the food it had to offer, she knew she still had to get to Florida.

At least, she kept telling herself that, in between bites of hot dog and other goodies. She had no way of knowing, but the longer she stayed, the less likely it was that she was ever going to leave.