A Little Extra Room-Part 3

Trixie sighed in relief as she unbuckled her seatbelt, finally able to breathe properly as the bloated overfull swell of her gut surged forward freely. The previous day's shopping trip had ended before it even began after Justin ordered enough for a whole family in the drive-through they’d stopped at, watched Trixie devour it messily until he could barely keep his hands off her, and decided that he needed to take her home immediately. He’d ordered more food on the way, delivery from their favorite Chinese spot, and by the time Trixie had finished one meal, the next had arrived. 

She’d stuffed herself with abandon, completely losing control as she crammed down more and more greasy food. Her tank top had rolled entirely under her fattened tits, leaving her growing, globular belly entirely exposed, and her XXXL sweatpants had literally burst at the seams, her plush fat pushing and spilling out as she ignored the snapping threads and took another bite. 

She always overate, always took things too far, but yesterday it was like she was in a trance. After demolishing the food they’d ordered, Justin supplied Trixie with snack after fattening snack, pushing her to her caloric limit with everything they had in the pantry until she’d begged for mercy. Justin kept going as usual, pulling out the funnel and pouring 2 pints of chocolate ice cream down her throat while she groaned, both hands rubbing her impossibly bloated belly while she gulped down the fattening liquid. 

Justin had wanted to take her to the bedroom, her display of gluttony too much for him to take, but Trixie had eaten herself too fat to move, beached flat on her back on the couch by the mountain of her gut protruding into the air. She had eaten until she was literally trapped within her own fat. Her enormous gut was so rounded by the mass of food inside it that the rolls on her side all but disappeared, replaced by a firm, fatty ball that was packed so tight it barely wobbled. 

The top of her gut had rounded significantly over the last month, and before the feast had forced her to her back Trixie had been resting a hand comfortably on the top of her gut as if it were a table, periodically pressing into the swell and forcing out deep burps that just made her eat faster. Her entire body had clearly grown and the feeding session just made things more obvious, made Trixie and Justin take stock of just how far they were going. Trixie was becoming a whale, blowing past fat and stuffing herself closer and closer to morbid obesity with every burger, every swallow of ice cream funneled down her throat. 

She was already to the point that basic activities like getting dressed or struggling out of bed left her panting, and the couch was beginning to worry her with its loud protests every time she plopped her growing body down, the creaking of the frame turning her on despite the fact that her overfed ass was a few pounds away from demolishing it. Justin had noticed too, and would sometimes make her sit down, get up, and sit down again, not just to hear the weakening couch crack under her weight, but also to watch the way she heaved herself forward, how she had to brace herself and make several attempts to swing her weight forward, grunting with effort as she struggled to her feet. 

The little exercise (the only exercise Trixie ever got outside of the bedroom) left her red-faced and wobbling, sometimes even sweating from the herculean task of carrying around the bugle of excess weight that Justin had crammed onto her once trim form. 

Standing up from anywhere was getting more and more difficult, and as Trixie grew, she relied on Justin more and more heavily to do the things she no longer could. Bending down had long been dismissed as an option for her as her chunky belly inflated, growing too large for her to bend down comfortably without her fat getting in the way and throwing off her balance. She was never not stuffed, never went more than a couple of hours without food, and the toll her caloric onslaught was beginning to take was almost as enormous as her. 

After yesterday's little binge she’d been stuck on their couch for hours, groaning as her stomach worked overtime to digest the week's worth of food she shoved into her pudgy lips. Once she awoke from sleeping off a bit of her binge her hunger was renewed and Justin took full advantage, replenishing their food stores with a grocery delivery before having Trixie's favorite pizza delivered for the second night in a row, alongside wings, breadsticks, cinnamon rolls, and two liters of soda. 

He’d forced her to drink an entire liter of soda before she began, wanting to hear her burp from the pressure and fullness as she ate, and the intoxicating smell of the pizza spurred her on, leading her to down the sugary soda in just a few minutes and begin her gorge. She burped loudly every few seconds as Justin had wanted as she devoured the slices in two bites, her hands working to ease more burps from her bloated middle as she moaned from overfullness, never slowing down until the entire meal had disappeared. Justin's awe and encouragement only made her hungrier, and he’d helped her waddle to the bedroom only to discover she’d eaten herself into such a round, bloated ball that no possible position was comfortable, the first time Trixie had gotten too fat for sex. The situation drove Justin crazy, and the wait for her bloat to go down was well worth her while when he was finally able to take her, the pressure built up from the extended time he’d spent rubbing and exploring her fattening body all released in one go. 

Her gain was far past out of hand and was beginning to grow ridiculous. Just that morning, Trixie had been forced to ask Justin for help getting access to her ever-shrinking clothes, the aftermath of last night's feeding leaving her too bloated to suck in and worm her way into the overly narrow closet door. He’d grabbed her a pair of too-tight sweatpants and a t-shirt she could barely get her pudgy arms into that left the lower half of her belly completely exposed, smacking the fatty shelf of her ass and leaving her whole body jiggling after handing her the goods. 

He’d also grabbed her a sports bra that she wore often, one of the few her heavy, wobbling breasts could still be forced into, and she discovered that no matter how she repositioned herself in the overtaxed elastic garment she couldn't get it to fit properly, her fat tits pushing over the top and spilling out of the bottom, bouncing unrestricted as they fought to be free from the confines of the insufficient bra. Realizing that nothing left in her closet would fit, Trixie tugged on the t-shirt with her breasts free, turning red as she looked in the mirror and noted just how obvious it was that she was going braless. 

Her tits, unlike her belly, had yet to succumb to gravity, and as they grew fatter and fatter they simply bulged out further, resting lightly on the swell of her belly but surprisingly perky despite their heft. Just examining herself in the mirror, seeing her thick, tree trunk thighs straining at the seams of her sweatpants and the bulge of fat where her sleeves were cutting into her chubby arms was enough to get her worked up as she pictured what Justin would say. How he'd study her body like he was trying to memorize it, bend down to kiss the pale swell of her belly as it surged forward, and tell her exactly what he wanted to do to her.  

Her nipples were visible beneath the t-shirt stretched thin by her mass, and Trixie tried to focus on something else, to calm herself down so she could go out in public without her oversized tits attracting more stares than they already would. Focusing on anything else when she was that size was impossible however, and even turning to waddle away from the mirror made her body jiggle so widely that she felt herself growing hot. 

She’d begged Justin to let her have a light breakfast, arguing that they’d never accomplish yesterday's goal if he couldn't stop himself from undressing her every time she ate, and he's surprisingly obliged, preparing her a moderately sized stack of pancakes, half a pack of bacon, and orange juice. The indulgent meal was so inconsequential compared to what she was accustomed to that it barely amounted to a light snack, and as they pulled up to the town’s run-down, dying mall, Trixie's stomach had begun to growl. She was starving. 

“What's wrong?” Justin asked, turning to her as he twisted the keys out of the ignition. 

“Nothing,” Trixie grumped a repeat of their argument yesterday. 

Her stomach growled again and she sighed as a grin split Justin's face. 

“Hungry?” he asked lightly. 

Trixie sighed again, louder this time. 

“Can we just get this over with?” she asked, irritation coloring her tone. “I just need a few things” 

Justin nodded and exited the car, Trixie following suit as she attempted to pull her too-small t-shirt down the expanse of her gut. The fabric wouldn't quite stretch to her lower belly’s hanging, wobbling bottom, and as soon as she released the hem it sprung back up to the middle of her gut, leaving her gluttony on display for all to see. She frowned, attempting to pull the stretched waistband of her sweatpants over her belly, but the elastic was already taxed to the limit by her hips. There wasn't even a centimeter of give and Trixie puffed lightly as she tugged in vain, her lower belly bouncing alongside her tits as she fought to wrench the waistband high enough to cover her shame. 

Just had crossed to the other side of the car and was watching her in silence, that same familiar look on his face that Trixie could read like a book as he watched her struggle to contain all the weight he’d packed onto her. 

“I’m not sure that’s gonna work,” he finally offered in a voice clearly dripping with want. “Remember yesterday? When you split the sweatpants? You don't want that to happen here.”

Trixie rolled her eyes, embarrassed, and threw up her hands, the sudden motion leaving her fatty arms wagging. 

“Fine,” she conceded. “Let's just go.”

Justin grabbed her hand and they walked towards the entrance, Trixie consciously steadying her breathing so it was less obvious she was nearly puffing from a short walk through the parking lot. 

I’m getting so fat, she thought, almost wanting to ask Justin for a break but unable to overcome just how humiliating that would be. 

They entered the double doors into the large, half-empty space, the shopping emporium briskly cold despite the bright sun and temperate weather outside. Justin and Trixie lived in a small town whose economy had been heavily impacted by the closure of several high-income businesses in the area, meaning that the lack of jobs and proper funding for education and improvement initiatives led many families to pack up and abandon the place they’d once called home. 

The town wasn't quite dying but certainly wasn’t thriving, and like many small towns across the US, now featured a semi-depilated mall chiefly frequented by seniors doing laps around its air conditioner walkways for exercise and bored teenagers loitering about with no money to spend. The building was a construction of glass and metal that was modern at one point and the stores within could say the same, each once trendy storefront now appearing dusty and aged and the once enticing advertisements on the wall yellowed. 

Trixie would've ordered her clothes online, it's what she’d always done in the past, but this last week had constituted an emergency, and when she and Justin had realized a few days ago that she’d literally outgrown everything she owned he’d promised her a trip to the mall to grab a few things to wear in the meantime. Trixie was determined to find something in the first off-brand store they stopped in, hoping to put a quick end to this whole, humiliating ordeal. 

The mall certainly wasn't crowded, but as she looked around she felt she saw people everywhere, standing or walking in small clusters and groups of two. Her hands fell to her belly, somehow wanting to cover or disguise the way her bulging fat hung from the bottom of her t-shirt and stretched out her once forgiving pants. She could swear that all eyes were on her, that each person in the building was staring at her massive, waddling form and wondering just how she got to be so fat. The thought, one as humiliating as it was arousing, made her nipples harden again and Trixie blushed, mortified at the way her body instinctively reacted to the kind of teasing that Justin inflicted on her when he fed her. 

When all of this had started she’d only been into him, only cared that her weight gain drove him crazy, but the more time went on, the more fat Trixie added to her swelling body, the line between Justin's pleasure and hers was becoming blurrier. She’d never wanted to get fat, had only agreed to put on 20 pounds in fact, but now, fattened up to the point that she was unrecognizable, signs and reminders of her weight gain got her excited too, just the knowledge that Justin would grip and fondle her new growing rolls enough to make her panties wet when her love handles jiggled free of her tiny tanks tops. 

She grabbed his arm, feeling equal parts self-conscious and horny. 

“Where do you wanna go first,” Justin asked, looking down at her. 

She shrugged. 

“Wherever.”

Justin looked around, squinting to read the signs on storefronts further away. 

“I swear I don't know anything in this mall anymore,” he commented while his head swiveled, attempting to parse out their direction. “Remember when they first put in the arcade?”

Trixie nodded, their shared memories of their small-town childhood flooding back to her. Trixiie and Justin had both grown up in Torberfield but hadn't met until moving back to the town after college, meaning that they loved to reminisce over their pasts and discover what they had in common. They had been ships in the night as it turned out, and as children and teens had played at the same parks, hung out at the same places, and even had some of the same friends. 

“I had the high score on Dance Dance Revolution,” she bragged. “The butterfly song. And my best friend had the high score on pluto.”

Justin lifted his eyebrows. 

“Impressive,” he affirmed. “Tiffany or Patty?” 

“Patty,” Trixie confirmed. “We used to stay there for hours and play, we’d spend our full allowances in quarters every week.”

“Mmh,” murmured Justin, pressing his fingers into the soft, plush chub of her forearm. “I’d love to see you try and do one of those dances now.” 

Trixie frowned. 

“You know I’m too big,” she whispered back, embarrassed at the less-than-likely thought that someone may have heard them. “C’mon, let's go,” she said, choosing a direction at random and pulling him in it. 

Justin chuckled and allowed himself to be led, the two of them ending up in front of the first women's clothing store they came across. It was a local business called Chic Digs, a Fashion-Nova knockoff clearly selling cheap, drop-shipped clothes that Justin and Trixie could’ve purchased online for half the price. 

“Here,” she said, dropping his hand as they entered in preparation to grab a few items. “And then we’ll go.”

Trixie stepped into the store threshold, giving a small ‘hello’ in return to the bored, svelte employees greeting, and looked around, her goal to end the shopping trip as soon as she could. She grabbed a pair of sweatpants from a display, a pair of leggings hanging on another rack, and a sweatshirt, collecting all three in just a few moments and turning back to a waiting Justin. 

“There,” she said decisively, holding up the clothes like a trophy. “Got them.”

“Trixie, I really think you should try those on,” Justin suggested, eyeing her lustfully. “I mean, I really think you should. I don't know if you know just how big you are,” he teased as he gave her belly a pat and sent her vibrating widely.

“Justin!” Trixie hissed, her face burning. “Stop. It's gonna fit.”

“It's not gonna fit baby,” Justin corrected in a lowered voice despite the apathetic salesperson's complete disinterest in their conversation. “You got too fat, you need bigger sizes.”

“These are the biggest sizes they have,” Trixie protested angrily. “And it's gonna fit just fine.”

“Babe,” Justin reasoned, the look he gave her speaking volumes. “C’mon. I know sometimes you get a little embarrassed, I know you’re in denial about just how much weight you’ve put on, and trust me, it's so fucking sexy, but you need clothes you can actually wear. I mean, look at yourself,” he said, indicating to the bulges of fat protruding from every angle of her skin-tight ensemble, her bloated body only made to look bigger by the way her clothes emphasized her swell. 

“These are gonna fit,” Trixie protested again, resting a hand on her lower belly as if her tubby fingers could disguise its size. 

“Ok, ok,” Justin relented. “Just try them on then.”

Trixie gulped. 

“Try them on?” she asked as if she hadn't heard him perfectly. 

“Yea. Just try them on and I'll buy them for you.”

Trixie nodded, resolved. The last thing she wanted to do was examine her naked body in an unforgiving dressing room mirror, but she was certain that the clothes she’d picked out would fit her just fine, that Justin's lust had clouded his vision to skew his perception of her true size. 

It had happened before, like the last time they flew when Justin swore she would need a seatbelt extender when the standard issue had ended up clicking closed with no problem, or the time he brought her to a restaurant and told her they should do a booth because she probably wouldn’t be able to fit her hips between the arms of the chairs. Both times he’d been wrong. He’d wanted the humiliating facts to be true so badly that he genuinely believed them, and while Trixie mostly let the situations slide without comment, in public she felt she still had honor to defend. 

She turned heel and made her way slowly to the back of the store for the fitting rooms, turning sideways at times to avoid knocking things from displays and racks with her undulating body and dangerously wide hips. Justin followed her, eyes undoubtedly locked on her hypnotically wobbling ass, and stopped short when she did. 

Trixie frowned at the sign in front of her and sighed, deciding she hated every moment of this trip. 

“Can you go get the lady,” Trixie asked Justin in a hushed voice. “It says she has to open the door.”

Justin nodded and turned, calling out to the less-than-helpful employee with a wave as he approached her. 

“Hey,” he began. “Hey, ma’am? Can we get the dressing room key?”

The girl nodded without looking up from her phone and pushed herself off the counter where she was leaning, reaching beneath it and producing a cluster of keys attached to a thick metal ring. She finally looked up, blinking quickly as if noticing Justin for the first time, and smiled at him, her personability surprising considering her lack of attention to her work. 

“I’d give it to you, but I have to do it,” she said, smiling even wider while looking directly into his eyes. “It’s not that I don't trust you, store policy.”

Justin nodded. 

“No worries, my girlfriend just needs to try a few things on,” he said, emphasizing the key word a bit to counteract the young woman's obvious flirting. 

The employee frowned and looked in the direction of the fitting rooms, her eyes widening when she saw Trixie. 

“That’s your girlfriend?” she blurted. 

“My favorite girl in the world,” Justin retorted casually, turning his back to her and heading back to where Trixie waited for him. 

The woman paused for another beat and scrambled after him, the multitude of keys in her hands tinkling.

“Well,” she called after him as he rejoined Trixie. “Well, I was just asking cause I can help make recommendations and stuff. I know the product like, super well and I just feel like I wanna save you the effort,” she explained, still addressing Justin. 

“Like, I’m not trying to be mean, swear I'm not,” the sales attendant went on, her eyes dropping to Trixie's gut. “But we like, definitely don't have your size here. Like no offense, for real, but we only have up to like, a 16. Like, seriously, there's no way you can fit in a 16.”

Trixie blinked, stricken, but Justin just laughed. 

“You can go ahead and open the door,” he said with a gesture towards it. “That's the thing about my girl, never has to work a day in her life but she still gets to buy whatever she wants, for whatever reason she wants it. She doesn't have to take extra shifts and save up when she wants to get something, I just get it for her. And if it doesn't work out for whatever reason, she doesn't have to return it because she’ll never be working a job she hates just to make rent. 

The girl wrinkled her brow at the obvious slight and opened the door in silence, mumbling a ‘Yea sure’ in response to Justin's even toned and petty, ‘Thanks, enjoy the rest of your shift’.

Trixie’s face had been bright red since the interaction started, and despite how much she loved Justin for always sticking up for her, she was horrified that she’d gotten so fat that random strangers were now starting to mimic Justin's rhetoric, to tell her she was too big to do average things. 

Trixie gave Justin a small smile and slid into the dressing room, glad to have a barrier between herself and the sales attendant’s judging gaze. She took herself in in the mirror, instantly seeing what the girl saw. She was huge.

It was as if every time she looked in a new mirror she got bigger, and Trixie was tired of being shocked at the thickening, overfed reflection staring back at her. Her shirt had ridden up even further as she walked, exposing more of her gut, and she sucked in with effort to try and pull it down, the shirt immediately springing up as she breathed out and her belly surged back forward with a slight jiggle. 

As hungry as she was, her belly basically empty due to her smaller-than-average breakfast, it was time to face the facts; she’d officially grown too fat to suck in her stomach. Even with all her strength the rounded mass deflated by less than an inch, and when she released her underused ab muscles her flabby gut poked back out in front of her, shaking in protest. There wasn't a movement she could make without waves of fat rippling across her body, and her sweatpants were so tight they looked nearly painted on. 

She struggled and kicked her way out of them, revealing panties already tearing at the seams, and then began the process of working her way out of her painfully tight shirt, the hem caught in her upper rolls and the sleeves so tight that they refused to budge, comfortably buried in her fat. 

She yanked at the shirt aggressively, unable to control her wobble as she did, and caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror, realizing that she’d swollen herself up so much that she needed to take a step back to analyze the fullness of the damage she’d done. She was too big for the mirror.

Trixie grunted, trying her hardest with the stuck t-shirt as her tits bounced wildly, and Justin rapped on the door gently.

“Trixie?” he called. “You ok babe? Lemme see the outfit.”

“One sec,” Trixie called back as a light sweat broke out on her forehead, almost free from the t-shirt.

She finally yanked it off and tossed it on a hook with her sweatpants, reaching for the replacement pair she’d grabbed from the bright pink shelf. She unfolded them up and held them in front of her, her heart sinking as she realized that Justin and the jealous saleslady were right. She would never be able to squeeze into those pants. They were smaller than the pants she’d left the house in, and as she assessed them she realized she might not even be able to tug them over her flabby calves, much less her thighs. 

She was standing in the mirror with nowhere in the small room to hide, tuckered from the simple task of taking off her clothes and watching herself closely. Trixie never thought she’d get this fat, never thought she’d let Justin have his way with her and turn her into a bloated, food-obsessed fatty who couldn't control herself, who couldn't fit into the biggest sizes at the mall. She couldn't even squeeze herself into a bra, and as impressive as her enormous tits were, they served as just another reminder of how far she’d let herself go. 

She pressed a hand into her gut, feeling it sink deeper and deeper into her softness. She was usually so constantly stuffed that she never had the opportunity to experience her body like this, to sit back and really feel how much she’d grown when her belly was empty. Most of the time she could argue that her waddling, her struggles to get around, her difficulty in fitting into her clothes, all of it could be attributed to how full she was, how bloated she’d become while stuffing herself during her last meal. It was rare that she had to look herself in the face and admit that it wasn't the bloating. It was her. Just her. She’d grown so fat, let Justin make her so fat, that what was once the size of her belly bloated to its max capacity was now the size of her belly when she was so hungry her stomach was beginning to hurt.

It growled again, loudly, and Trixie bit her lip, conflicted. She didn't want to admit that there was no way she’d be able to squash her flab into those tiny clothes, but she also knew just how much effort it would be to try, that she would be huffing and panting from the effort that would likely result in her ripping the garments anyway. She was so hungry, and expending so much effort just to prove Justin right would only make her hungrier. She gave her belly a firm pat, wincing at the slight smacking noise with the knowledge that Justin would know exactly what she was doing, and watched it jiggle. 

If Justin had come in he’d probably try to fuck me right here in this room, she thought, beginning to rub and grab at her swell in the way he did, working herself up. If he could even manage to bend me over in this tiny room, she thought, closing her eyes as she pictured Justin behind her in the closet-sized fitting room, grabbing her plush hips and pulling her into him so he could get even deeper, moaning about how hot it was that the two of them barely fit in the room together, about how he wouldn't last long with the way she jiggled. 

“Babe?” Justin asked again, and Trixie’s eyes flew open, her longtime boyfriend's voice bringing her back to the present. 

She was craving Justin and food, and she wasn't sure which one she needed more badly. 

“I’m ok,” she called back, no longer bothering to lower her voice. “You were right, nothing fits. Not even close,” she added knowing just how much it was driving him crazy to hear her publicly acknowledge her gain. “In fact,” she went on, her tone dripping with desire, “I don't even think I can get back into the clothes I came in, they were so tight.”

Justin was silent and Trixie knew it was only in an effort to contain himself. 

“I’m gonna try to put these sweatpants on without ripping them,” Trixie went on. “But I’m soooo hungry,” she whined, dragging out the word. 

She heard Justin's sharp intake of breath, knowing what her little public performance was doing to him.

“I’m so hungry,” she repeated. “I just wanna stuff my face, I could literally eat a whole cow right now. I guess that’s how I got so fat.”

“Jesus, Trixie,” she heard Justin mutter from just outside the door, the tension in his voice nearly palpable. 

“I can’t believe I got this fat,” she continued, ignoring him. “I mean, I used to be so skinny, I used to swear a size 6, and now I can barely fit in this dressing room, much less fit into any of these clothes. I really can't believe I'm this huge,” she said, knowing it was Justin's favorite word to describe her. “I’m just huge, I'm humongous. How did I get this big so fast? Oh my god, I'm just soooo huge.”

She knew Justin was struggling to contain himself outside the door and giggled, picturing his face as he tried to keep himself calm. 

“I’ll be right out babe,” she called casually as if she hadn't been mercilessly teasing him with descriptions of her girth for the past minute. “I just have to get these clothes on. Everything takes me so much longer since getting so huge. After that, can we go to the food court?”

Justin didn't respond and Trixie grinned evilly, knowing he was unable to.

“Justin?” she called again innocently. “Please, can we go to the food court? I know I just had breakfast but I'm starving. I just need one or two combo meals as a little snack before we keep shopping.”

Justin cleared his throat once, then again. 

“Sure babe,” he finally responded in an unsteady voice that betrayed his barely concealed emotions. “Sure, whatever you want.”

“Thanks baby!” Trixie responded brightly, preparing to go for the kill. “You know, you feed me so much, it's really your fault I got so fat. 

She heard Justin sigh heavily and smiled with satisfaction, knowing that soon he’d be taking her home and stuffing her in more ways than one.