~BBW, Dream fantasy, ~XWG (not really) - a sweet chubette takes a big fall
"What a terrible way to start summer vacation," Tracy thought. Not only did she have to go to summer school, but it was the first nice hot day and none of her shorts fit. Finally with one last gasp she was able to button up a pair of cut-offs.
"Tracy, hurry up or you're going to be late!" her mother called.
Tracy pulled a t-shirt over her head and let it hang loose. She looked in the mirror, "Not bad, but I'm not going to be able to eat all day, unless I get some new shorts for until I lose my winter storage," she said, smiling as she patted her little bulge.
Tracy wasn't fat, not by a long shot, but only because she was very careful. She gained weight easily, but that wasn't the biggest problem. She loved to eat and she was also lazy. It wasn't that she didn't like sports or anything like that; she just would rather get the walk than have to outrun the ball for a single. And once she had herself positioned comfortably on the sofa nothing could get her to nudge over. She hated to admit it, but she knew it was true; sometimes she felt as if she could eat all day.
As she came downstairs her mother came out of the kitchen. "Tracy! Look at you in those shorts; you look like you're going to bust a seam! I told you you were putting on weight, what are you going to do now that it's summer? You can't go to the beach busting out of your swim suits."
Tracy rolled her eyes, "Thanks a lot, mom, real good for the ego."
"I'm just looking out for you, sweetie, I was a little heavy in high school, too, and know how guys can treat you."
"You don't know what you're talking about, mom."
Which was true, She had just started seeing Dave about three weeks ago. For the first time she actually felt sexy around a guy and didn't feel like a pig when they went out to eat together. He even would ask her if she wanted dessert. She always declined, but it was nice to be asked.
"And don't forget, your father and I will be gone when you get out of school, so you'll half to get your own dinner. And no take-out! Maybe I'll make you up a salad before I leave and put it in the fridge for you."
Tracy went to the cupboards and opened a box of piptarts. She started eating one and left another on the counter when she put the box away.
"You don't really need both of those, do you sweetie?" nagged her mom.
"Most important meal of the day, mom," Tracy smiled as she stuffed the rest of the piptart into her mouth and grabbed the other. "See you later." She said quickly as she headed for the door, slamming it on her way out.
"The nerve of her. She pretty much called me fat, and tried to stop me from eating! Where does she get off? If she only knew... She's lucky I'm not four times the size I am right now." Tracy was so annoyed at her mom that she didn't notice the walkway was still wet from the morning sprinklers. Before she realized it she was flat on her back.
"Oomph," she gasped as she caught her wind. "What a klutz," she thought to herself as she struggled to her feet. She brushed herself off as she headed for the car. "No time to change; hope I don't look like to much of a disaster. So much for these shorts," she said as she was checking her self over. The top button had popped off.
"Oh well, they're a little more comfortable anyway." When she got in the car she realized how hungry she was. "Blast, I should have taken that whole box. Maybe I'll get a chocolate bar at the corner."
She went in and grabbed an Oh Harry bar. "Better get a Slickers bar, too," she thought as her stomach grumbled, "they're supposed to fill you up." She headed for the counter and just her luck an old lady was trying to pay for her milk and bread with pennies. Tracy cracked open the Oh Harry bar and started nibbling. By the time the cashier was through with the lasdy Tracy had finished off both chocolate bars, two bags of chips a couple of handfuls from the penny candy jars, an ice cream sandwich and a bottle of Soda. She still had to pay for the five chocolate bars and 2nd bottle of coke she was going to take with her, along with all the empty wrappers.
"I don't know what's come over me today; I'm absolutely starving," Tracy said as she got in to her car. As she sat down the next button of her button fly shorts popped open. She looked down to see her stomach was a little swollen.
"Whoops," she thought, "I think I well have to get some new clothes." She finished off her last chocolate bar as she pulled out of the corner store parking lot.
"I can't go to school like this; I'll have to stop and get some new shorts first. I can miss one class." She drove past the school on the way to the mall. It was only 8:30 so the mall wouldn't even be open yet and she was still hungry...
As if on cue a fast food joint appeared on the horizon. "I haven't eaten there in ages, and it was always so good."
"I'll have two bacon and egg combos with two extra orders of home fries," she told the drive-thru attendant at Burger Prince. She had time to grab another couple of sandwiches when she was done with her first order before the mall opened.
She headed in to WallSmart; she knew they'd have some cheap shorts she could fit into, plus they had a snack bar. She grabbed a milkshake and a large chocolate bar and headed for the cash. The attendant couldn't keep his eyes off of her belly.
"I don't mean to be rude, but your fly is open." Tracy looked down and blushed. Her binge had forced another button open on her shorts and her growing belly was making the increasingly tight t-shirt ride up. She then glanced over at the mirror beside the check out and gasped.
She hadn't realized how much weight she'd put on over the winter. Her butt was bulging out behind her and her boobs looked like they were going to overflow her bra. Even her arms were getting fat. "Must be the unflattering light in here," she thought.
She tugged the t-shirt down and quickly walked to the ladies' section. She grabbed a pair of shorts the next size bigger and headed for the change rooms. She started pulling them up, but they were too tight. "I know I gained a little weight but, gees, I feel huge. She looked in the mirror in the change room. With her new shorts around her knees and without the cut offs to help support her gut it really stuck out. She sucked on the last of her shake and watched as her belly seemed to fill out a little more. "What the hell!"
It was as though everything she ate today had shown up on her immediately plus more. She was wondering what could have started this when she realized she had absentmindedly finished off the large chocolate bar. She also realized she was still hungry!
There was a rap at the door. "Is every thing all right in there?" a voice called out.
"I'm not sure," Tracy responded, "just give me another minute." Imagine if her mom could see her now. She'd freak. And what about Dave? Maybe Dave would like it. Anyway this is probably only half the size she would actually be if she let herself eat like she wished. And she didn't look bad, just rounder, fuller. Her breasts were bigger, not that they'd been small before, but they had that extra big look to them now, especially in her now tight bra. Her belly was actually very comforting to look at. It felt nice to rub, although a bit small, she thought...
"How are you doing in there?" The clerk had returned, startling Tracy out of her stupor.
"Actually, I grabbed the wrong size," she called out as she threw the shorts over the stall. "Could you grab me a bigger size? Better make it a couple sizes bigger, just to be safe."
The clerk said she'd be right back and Tracy sat down on the little bench. She heard a sound that could only be her panties splitting. Her tummy rested on her thighs about 4 inches in front of her. She gave it a little pat and watched it ripple. A knock on the door announced the return of the clerk, "Here you go; holler if you need anything else."
She pulled up the shorts and they were a little big, but the rumbling in her tummy told her that wouldn't be a problem. She headed out in to the clothing area again and found a cheap t-shirt. The Clerk came over and told her the shorts looked great on her. "I put a little weight on over the winter, too," she said patting her little bulge.
"Well," thought Tracy, "I put on a little weight on over the last hour."
She went to the cash register, wearing what she needed to buy, except for the big bag of chips and box of ice cream sandwiches. Good thing she'd decided to get new underwear too; her new improved boobs would of bounced into her face as she hurried across the parking lot.
She ate as she drove. She didn't know were she was going until she got there and the food in the car was gone. She looked at the sign and her tummy rumbled louder than ever. "10:00 till 2:00 - ALL YOU CAN EAT!" She looked at her watch; she was a little early but went in anyways. No one else was there so she took a seat. When the waitress came by Tracy said she was there for the buffet.
The waitress gave her a look that said, "The last thing you need is the buffet!" Tracy ignored her and asked when she could start. She was positively famished. The waitress said they would start bringing out dishes any minute and she could start when she was ready.
Tracy was up as soon as the first dish came out. It was a beef stir fry and Tracy loaded her plate sky high and headed back to her seat. When she was done with that plate, the rest of the buffet was there. She loaded her plate at the next dish and returned to her seat. By eleven she had "sampled" eight of the dishes. "Good thing there are only 26 dishes here," she smiled, "I'd be here all day!"
Then she saw herself in the mirror across the serving area. Her shorts were no longer too big; they were snug, starting to stretch a little, even. Her stomach was hanging over the top and the baggy t-shirt was clinging, especially the elastic cuffs around the sleeves. The cuffs dug into her fleshy upper arms. She also noticed how round her face had become - was that a double chin?
By noon she was on her 15th dish, Chicken Cordon Blue; when she finished that off and started to get up for more she realized her belly was almost to her knees when sitting and it was starting to push her legs apart, even though her thighs were now quite fat too. As she loaded up her plate from the next dish the manager came up to her.
"Sorry to bother you, but we are going to close early today, in about ten minutes." Tracy was disappointed as she finished loading up her plate.
"Why, what's the problem?" The manager looked down at her overstuffed belly peaking out from under the skin tight t-shirt. "We're running low on food," he said, then quickly turned and walked away.
Tracy shoveled her plate down as fast as she could, She knew the restaurant wasn't closing; they just wanted her out of there. She grabbed a dessert tray and started popping the brownies and éclairs in her mouth as fast as she could swallow them. She could see the manager coming back so she made a huge sundae.
"I told you we were closing!" he said curtly, not worrying about embarrassing Tracy. Little did he know she was loving it.
"Just a little something for the road," she said as she walked past him. As she left the restaurant she saw her reflection in the glass and was again forced to gasp. The t-shirt was skintight, almost see through. It had slid up her belly which now stuck out almost a foot and half in front of her plus there was a large roll peeking out all around the top of her straining shorts. The top of those shorts had folded over letting her belly defy gravity all on its own. Her thighs bubbled out at the bottom of her shorts and met all the way to her knees. She couldn't see her butt, but could feel it straining against the fabric behind her.
She lowered her self into car and swung her legs in. Her stomach was up against the steering wheel and her side pressed against the closed door. "I can't believe I got myself kicked out of an all-you-can-eat place," she laughed to herself, staring at her belly and fattened arms.
"Where to now?" she said to her belly as it grumbled, still asking for more despite the huge stuffing it had received all day.
Tracy decided she would stick to the fast food restaurants for the rest of the day. First, though, she thought she'd better get some new clothes again; these ones were on their way out. This time she grabbed the biggest sizes she could find. They were way too big, even though Tracy figured she'd gained at least 180 pounds.
She was able to return the clothes she'd bought earlier, saying her younger sister had picked them out. "She always likes to make a point about my size," Tracy told a sympathetic cashier, who was quite plump herself. "She buys me clothes that you can see will never fit me, just to make me look fatter."
"Here's your money back, dear," said the cashier, "The new clothes look great on you."
And they did, thought Tracy; although obviously too big, her new body suit top and over all shorts looked pretty good. Maybe she should give Dave a call...But her growling tummy reminded her of where she needed to go.
First stop Artie's, "I'll have two of your 'Five for Five dollars' special, two chocolate milkshakes, five orders of curly fries and one of each of your desserts." The drive-thru attendant looked to see if there was a whole family in the car when he handed Tracy the bags of food.
Tracy ate about half the order before leaving the parking lot to hit stop number 2, Wendel's. She was stuffing the last of the food in her mouth as she pulled up to get her order - three spicy chicken, four burgers, four pitas, two large fries, two frosties, three cokes and a salad.
When she got to Burger Prince she still had a Wendel burger to finish in her fattened hand. "Thank goodness it's not the same server as I had at breakfast," thought Tracy as she ordered six Whompa combos.
When she pulled up to McDonnie' she was having trouble driving. Her expanding gut was pushing against the steering wheel quite a bit now, even though she had the seat back as far as it would go as well as reclined a bit. Not to mention that her fat thighs were pushing both her belly and the steering wheel up. Her arms, while still technically at her sides, were pushed straight out at either side as her waist searched for more room to grow.
It was also getting to be a challenge getting her huge bags of food in the car. There wasn't much room between the frame and her ballooning body. When her order of three Big Don combos, four chocolate sundaes, two strawberry shakes, three apple pies and two large pepperoni pizzas was ready, she had to ask for it to be brought out and to the passenger side of her car. She hoped this would be easier than explaining that she had simply gotten too fat to reach for the food through her window. But when the employee opened the door and was met by an avalanche of empty fast food and candy wrappers, it was still a little embarrassing.
She finished off the pizzas then headed for Dairy King. This one didn't have a drive-thru though, so she parked as close as she could and finished off the rest of the burgers, desserts and drinks. She pulled her door handle and felt it rip out of her hand as her side sprang out, no longer pressed against the door. It took her a little bit of effort to get out and no wonder. The overall shorts, once much too big, were now a perfect fit, although they were getting tight around her tummy.
Without the car to contain her, she could see that her stomach stuck out over two feet in front of her. Her sides must stick out a foot each making her over three feet wide. She couldn't see behind her but could feel the weight of her ass as she walked. Her "oversized" top now fit like a glove. It showed off her massive breasts and clung to her huge belly. It was skin tight on her arms, which stuck out at her sides. Where the sleeves ended the elastic sunk into her fleshy wrists. Her exposed hands were covered in fat with the skin pulled tight.
She ignored the stares as she waddled to the counter. "I need three peanut busters, two ice cream pizzas, a fish dinner and two large snow storms." When the order came she realized she had left her purse in the car. She remembered putting some money in her back pocket but hadn't been able to get at it when she had gone through the drive-thrus.
She tried to get the money out but couldn't reach the pocket. She strained to look around behind her; over her fat shoulder and past the rolls of her back she could see her back pocket. It was on the vast orb that was her right butt cheek. It stuck out a good foot behind her, way past the reach of her chubby fingers as she tried to reach around her bulk. She didn't feel like waddling all the way back to the car so she asked the employee to reach into her pocket for the money. She was a little embarrassed, but the male employee seemed to like it. And the bulge in his pants confirmed that he hadn't minded one bit.
She sat down at a table outside to eat her treats as they came. The employee, Gus, asked if she was concerned anything would melt; she just laughed and reached for another sundae. She had to straddle the bench because her immense tummy prevented her from getting too close. She ate all her order plus an extra brownie dessert that some how had gotten mixed into her order. A smile from Gus as she ate it let her know where it had come from.
When she got up the buttons on the sides of her overalls popped loose. She wanted to see if Gus noticed, but a clanging of dishes told her that he had. She headed over to her car, wondering where she would go next. She opened the door and checked first to see if the seat would move any farther back. It was definitely as far back as it would go. She turned around and lowered herself in butt first. Then she started to swing her first leg in but couldn't get it under the steering wheel. She was about to try getting in another way, one leg at a time, when she heard a familiar voice.
The Slip
By BW
By BW
"What a terrible way to start summer vacation," Tracy thought. Not only did she have to go to summer school, but it was the first nice hot day and none of her shorts fit. Finally with one last gasp she was able to button up a pair of cut-offs.
"Tracy, hurry up or you're going to be late!" her mother called.
Tracy pulled a t-shirt over her head and let it hang loose. She looked in the mirror, "Not bad, but I'm not going to be able to eat all day, unless I get some new shorts for until I lose my winter storage," she said, smiling as she patted her little bulge.
Tracy wasn't fat, not by a long shot, but only because she was very careful. She gained weight easily, but that wasn't the biggest problem. She loved to eat and she was also lazy. It wasn't that she didn't like sports or anything like that; she just would rather get the walk than have to outrun the ball for a single. And once she had herself positioned comfortably on the sofa nothing could get her to nudge over. She hated to admit it, but she knew it was true; sometimes she felt as if she could eat all day.
As she came downstairs her mother came out of the kitchen. "Tracy! Look at you in those shorts; you look like you're going to bust a seam! I told you you were putting on weight, what are you going to do now that it's summer? You can't go to the beach busting out of your swim suits."
Tracy rolled her eyes, "Thanks a lot, mom, real good for the ego."
"I'm just looking out for you, sweetie, I was a little heavy in high school, too, and know how guys can treat you."
"You don't know what you're talking about, mom."
Which was true, She had just started seeing Dave about three weeks ago. For the first time she actually felt sexy around a guy and didn't feel like a pig when they went out to eat together. He even would ask her if she wanted dessert. She always declined, but it was nice to be asked.
"And don't forget, your father and I will be gone when you get out of school, so you'll half to get your own dinner. And no take-out! Maybe I'll make you up a salad before I leave and put it in the fridge for you."
Tracy went to the cupboards and opened a box of piptarts. She started eating one and left another on the counter when she put the box away.
"You don't really need both of those, do you sweetie?" nagged her mom.
"Most important meal of the day, mom," Tracy smiled as she stuffed the rest of the piptart into her mouth and grabbed the other. "See you later." She said quickly as she headed for the door, slamming it on her way out.
"The nerve of her. She pretty much called me fat, and tried to stop me from eating! Where does she get off? If she only knew... She's lucky I'm not four times the size I am right now." Tracy was so annoyed at her mom that she didn't notice the walkway was still wet from the morning sprinklers. Before she realized it she was flat on her back.
"Oomph," she gasped as she caught her wind. "What a klutz," she thought to herself as she struggled to her feet. She brushed herself off as she headed for the car. "No time to change; hope I don't look like to much of a disaster. So much for these shorts," she said as she was checking her self over. The top button had popped off.
"Oh well, they're a little more comfortable anyway." When she got in the car she realized how hungry she was. "Blast, I should have taken that whole box. Maybe I'll get a chocolate bar at the corner."
She went in and grabbed an Oh Harry bar. "Better get a Slickers bar, too," she thought as her stomach grumbled, "they're supposed to fill you up." She headed for the counter and just her luck an old lady was trying to pay for her milk and bread with pennies. Tracy cracked open the Oh Harry bar and started nibbling. By the time the cashier was through with the lasdy Tracy had finished off both chocolate bars, two bags of chips a couple of handfuls from the penny candy jars, an ice cream sandwich and a bottle of Soda. She still had to pay for the five chocolate bars and 2nd bottle of coke she was going to take with her, along with all the empty wrappers.
"I don't know what's come over me today; I'm absolutely starving," Tracy said as she got in to her car. As she sat down the next button of her button fly shorts popped open. She looked down to see her stomach was a little swollen.
"Whoops," she thought, "I think I well have to get some new clothes." She finished off her last chocolate bar as she pulled out of the corner store parking lot.
"I can't go to school like this; I'll have to stop and get some new shorts first. I can miss one class." She drove past the school on the way to the mall. It was only 8:30 so the mall wouldn't even be open yet and she was still hungry...
As if on cue a fast food joint appeared on the horizon. "I haven't eaten there in ages, and it was always so good."
"I'll have two bacon and egg combos with two extra orders of home fries," she told the drive-thru attendant at Burger Prince. She had time to grab another couple of sandwiches when she was done with her first order before the mall opened.
She headed in to WallSmart; she knew they'd have some cheap shorts she could fit into, plus they had a snack bar. She grabbed a milkshake and a large chocolate bar and headed for the cash. The attendant couldn't keep his eyes off of her belly.
"I don't mean to be rude, but your fly is open." Tracy looked down and blushed. Her binge had forced another button open on her shorts and her growing belly was making the increasingly tight t-shirt ride up. She then glanced over at the mirror beside the check out and gasped.
She hadn't realized how much weight she'd put on over the winter. Her butt was bulging out behind her and her boobs looked like they were going to overflow her bra. Even her arms were getting fat. "Must be the unflattering light in here," she thought.
She tugged the t-shirt down and quickly walked to the ladies' section. She grabbed a pair of shorts the next size bigger and headed for the change rooms. She started pulling them up, but they were too tight. "I know I gained a little weight but, gees, I feel huge. She looked in the mirror in the change room. With her new shorts around her knees and without the cut offs to help support her gut it really stuck out. She sucked on the last of her shake and watched as her belly seemed to fill out a little more. "What the hell!"
It was as though everything she ate today had shown up on her immediately plus more. She was wondering what could have started this when she realized she had absentmindedly finished off the large chocolate bar. She also realized she was still hungry!
There was a rap at the door. "Is every thing all right in there?" a voice called out.
"I'm not sure," Tracy responded, "just give me another minute." Imagine if her mom could see her now. She'd freak. And what about Dave? Maybe Dave would like it. Anyway this is probably only half the size she would actually be if she let herself eat like she wished. And she didn't look bad, just rounder, fuller. Her breasts were bigger, not that they'd been small before, but they had that extra big look to them now, especially in her now tight bra. Her belly was actually very comforting to look at. It felt nice to rub, although a bit small, she thought...
"How are you doing in there?" The clerk had returned, startling Tracy out of her stupor.
"Actually, I grabbed the wrong size," she called out as she threw the shorts over the stall. "Could you grab me a bigger size? Better make it a couple sizes bigger, just to be safe."
The clerk said she'd be right back and Tracy sat down on the little bench. She heard a sound that could only be her panties splitting. Her tummy rested on her thighs about 4 inches in front of her. She gave it a little pat and watched it ripple. A knock on the door announced the return of the clerk, "Here you go; holler if you need anything else."
She pulled up the shorts and they were a little big, but the rumbling in her tummy told her that wouldn't be a problem. She headed out in to the clothing area again and found a cheap t-shirt. The Clerk came over and told her the shorts looked great on her. "I put a little weight on over the winter, too," she said patting her little bulge.
"Well," thought Tracy, "I put on a little weight on over the last hour."
She went to the cash register, wearing what she needed to buy, except for the big bag of chips and box of ice cream sandwiches. Good thing she'd decided to get new underwear too; her new improved boobs would of bounced into her face as she hurried across the parking lot.
She ate as she drove. She didn't know were she was going until she got there and the food in the car was gone. She looked at the sign and her tummy rumbled louder than ever. "10:00 till 2:00 - ALL YOU CAN EAT!" She looked at her watch; she was a little early but went in anyways. No one else was there so she took a seat. When the waitress came by Tracy said she was there for the buffet.
The waitress gave her a look that said, "The last thing you need is the buffet!" Tracy ignored her and asked when she could start. She was positively famished. The waitress said they would start bringing out dishes any minute and she could start when she was ready.
Tracy was up as soon as the first dish came out. It was a beef stir fry and Tracy loaded her plate sky high and headed back to her seat. When she was done with that plate, the rest of the buffet was there. She loaded her plate at the next dish and returned to her seat. By eleven she had "sampled" eight of the dishes. "Good thing there are only 26 dishes here," she smiled, "I'd be here all day!"
Then she saw herself in the mirror across the serving area. Her shorts were no longer too big; they were snug, starting to stretch a little, even. Her stomach was hanging over the top and the baggy t-shirt was clinging, especially the elastic cuffs around the sleeves. The cuffs dug into her fleshy upper arms. She also noticed how round her face had become - was that a double chin?
By noon she was on her 15th dish, Chicken Cordon Blue; when she finished that off and started to get up for more she realized her belly was almost to her knees when sitting and it was starting to push her legs apart, even though her thighs were now quite fat too. As she loaded up her plate from the next dish the manager came up to her.
"Sorry to bother you, but we are going to close early today, in about ten minutes." Tracy was disappointed as she finished loading up her plate.
"Why, what's the problem?" The manager looked down at her overstuffed belly peaking out from under the skin tight t-shirt. "We're running low on food," he said, then quickly turned and walked away.
Tracy shoveled her plate down as fast as she could, She knew the restaurant wasn't closing; they just wanted her out of there. She grabbed a dessert tray and started popping the brownies and éclairs in her mouth as fast as she could swallow them. She could see the manager coming back so she made a huge sundae.
"I told you we were closing!" he said curtly, not worrying about embarrassing Tracy. Little did he know she was loving it.
"Just a little something for the road," she said as she walked past him. As she left the restaurant she saw her reflection in the glass and was again forced to gasp. The t-shirt was skintight, almost see through. It had slid up her belly which now stuck out almost a foot and half in front of her plus there was a large roll peeking out all around the top of her straining shorts. The top of those shorts had folded over letting her belly defy gravity all on its own. Her thighs bubbled out at the bottom of her shorts and met all the way to her knees. She couldn't see her butt, but could feel it straining against the fabric behind her.
She lowered her self into car and swung her legs in. Her stomach was up against the steering wheel and her side pressed against the closed door. "I can't believe I got myself kicked out of an all-you-can-eat place," she laughed to herself, staring at her belly and fattened arms.
"Where to now?" she said to her belly as it grumbled, still asking for more despite the huge stuffing it had received all day.
Tracy decided she would stick to the fast food restaurants for the rest of the day. First, though, she thought she'd better get some new clothes again; these ones were on their way out. This time she grabbed the biggest sizes she could find. They were way too big, even though Tracy figured she'd gained at least 180 pounds.
She was able to return the clothes she'd bought earlier, saying her younger sister had picked them out. "She always likes to make a point about my size," Tracy told a sympathetic cashier, who was quite plump herself. "She buys me clothes that you can see will never fit me, just to make me look fatter."
"Here's your money back, dear," said the cashier, "The new clothes look great on you."
And they did, thought Tracy; although obviously too big, her new body suit top and over all shorts looked pretty good. Maybe she should give Dave a call...But her growling tummy reminded her of where she needed to go.
First stop Artie's, "I'll have two of your 'Five for Five dollars' special, two chocolate milkshakes, five orders of curly fries and one of each of your desserts." The drive-thru attendant looked to see if there was a whole family in the car when he handed Tracy the bags of food.
Tracy ate about half the order before leaving the parking lot to hit stop number 2, Wendel's. She was stuffing the last of the food in her mouth as she pulled up to get her order - three spicy chicken, four burgers, four pitas, two large fries, two frosties, three cokes and a salad.
When she got to Burger Prince she still had a Wendel burger to finish in her fattened hand. "Thank goodness it's not the same server as I had at breakfast," thought Tracy as she ordered six Whompa combos.
When she pulled up to McDonnie' she was having trouble driving. Her expanding gut was pushing against the steering wheel quite a bit now, even though she had the seat back as far as it would go as well as reclined a bit. Not to mention that her fat thighs were pushing both her belly and the steering wheel up. Her arms, while still technically at her sides, were pushed straight out at either side as her waist searched for more room to grow.
It was also getting to be a challenge getting her huge bags of food in the car. There wasn't much room between the frame and her ballooning body. When her order of three Big Don combos, four chocolate sundaes, two strawberry shakes, three apple pies and two large pepperoni pizzas was ready, she had to ask for it to be brought out and to the passenger side of her car. She hoped this would be easier than explaining that she had simply gotten too fat to reach for the food through her window. But when the employee opened the door and was met by an avalanche of empty fast food and candy wrappers, it was still a little embarrassing.
She finished off the pizzas then headed for Dairy King. This one didn't have a drive-thru though, so she parked as close as she could and finished off the rest of the burgers, desserts and drinks. She pulled her door handle and felt it rip out of her hand as her side sprang out, no longer pressed against the door. It took her a little bit of effort to get out and no wonder. The overall shorts, once much too big, were now a perfect fit, although they were getting tight around her tummy.
Without the car to contain her, she could see that her stomach stuck out over two feet in front of her. Her sides must stick out a foot each making her over three feet wide. She couldn't see behind her but could feel the weight of her ass as she walked. Her "oversized" top now fit like a glove. It showed off her massive breasts and clung to her huge belly. It was skin tight on her arms, which stuck out at her sides. Where the sleeves ended the elastic sunk into her fleshy wrists. Her exposed hands were covered in fat with the skin pulled tight.
She ignored the stares as she waddled to the counter. "I need three peanut busters, two ice cream pizzas, a fish dinner and two large snow storms." When the order came she realized she had left her purse in the car. She remembered putting some money in her back pocket but hadn't been able to get at it when she had gone through the drive-thrus.
She tried to get the money out but couldn't reach the pocket. She strained to look around behind her; over her fat shoulder and past the rolls of her back she could see her back pocket. It was on the vast orb that was her right butt cheek. It stuck out a good foot behind her, way past the reach of her chubby fingers as she tried to reach around her bulk. She didn't feel like waddling all the way back to the car so she asked the employee to reach into her pocket for the money. She was a little embarrassed, but the male employee seemed to like it. And the bulge in his pants confirmed that he hadn't minded one bit.
She sat down at a table outside to eat her treats as they came. The employee, Gus, asked if she was concerned anything would melt; she just laughed and reached for another sundae. She had to straddle the bench because her immense tummy prevented her from getting too close. She ate all her order plus an extra brownie dessert that some how had gotten mixed into her order. A smile from Gus as she ate it let her know where it had come from.
When she got up the buttons on the sides of her overalls popped loose. She wanted to see if Gus noticed, but a clanging of dishes told her that he had. She headed over to her car, wondering where she would go next. She opened the door and checked first to see if the seat would move any farther back. It was definitely as far back as it would go. She turned around and lowered herself in butt first. Then she started to swing her first leg in but couldn't get it under the steering wheel. She was about to try getting in another way, one leg at a time, when she heard a familiar voice.
