Chapter 5 - shopping date [part 2]

As they left the restaurant, that horny light in Melissa's eyes was stronger even than before. The summery fabric was stretched taut across her bouncing paunch and hips, and Charlie thought she looked like she had grown a full dress size in twenty minutes. He gave her a light slap on her plump behind. "Now, if you're quite finished stuffing your face, can we go shopping, you greedy little piggy?"

Melissa made a beeline for a trendy store whose main target demographic was well-off teenage party girls. Looking in the window, Charlie saw that the shop only seemed to have the skinniest, skimpiest clothing. It was displayed on comically elongated mannequins - each one eight feet tall, size-zero and flat-chested. "Are you sure this is the right shop for you..?" he smiled, but Melissa was insistent. They were greeted by a strikingly beautiful attendant - very dark-skinned with almond-shaped eyes and towering afro curls, which seemed to make her almost as tall as the exaggerated shop dummies. "May I offer you any assistance?" she asked with excessive politeness, scanning Melissa from top to toe with a lightning-fast flick of her eyes. Somehow her words sounded more like an accusation than an offer of help.

Melissa was already busy selecting clothes, and said breezily "No, I'm OK thank you - I'll just need to use a changing room in a minute. I need to replace a few things which seem to have got a bit small for me recently."

"I think you mean you've got a bit big for them recently," interjected Charlie, eyeing her bouncing belly critically. The sales assistant's eyebrows arched almost imperceptibly, but she didn't say anything as she caught Charlie's eye.

Melissa quickly passed Charlie a couple of dresses, tops and skirts, and then the attendant showed her to a fitting room at the rear of the shop.

"It's OK if he waits outside the door and passes me things in, isn't it?" said Melissa, taking a dark red dress from Charlie's hand and shutting herself in the room. Charlie and the attendant waited together for a couple of minutes, and then the door swung open. "What do you think...?" asked Melissa.

It was all Charlie could do not to burst out laughing. He hadn't seen what size she had selected, but it was even more ludicrously tight than her own dress. Her bra-less breasts were squeezed in at the top like some sort of 18th-century bodice; below, the velvety material hugged a thick roll of fat before her big gut and love-handles mushroomed out, stretching the dress perilously. As she tugged at the top of the dress, trying to cover more of her breasts, her pendulous stomach bounced up and down, held up by the tight fabric as though defying gravity.

"Do you think I should try one size bigger? I feel like this is a teeny bit snug."

The sales assistant was no longer able to keep the look of disgust from her face. "I think you'll need to go up more than one size, madam. Why don't you take that one off and I'll get you something that might fit you. We do actually have a new plus-size range which might be... more suitable."

"I think that's a better idea," said Charlie. "She really has been piling on the pounds lately."

Melissa looked down at herself, trying to smooth the fabric over the rolls and bulges of her body. "OK, I didn't think I would be into the 'plus-size' range, but if you think so..." She took a black, flower-patterned top and a little jean skirt from Charlie and shut herself in again, then after a few moments the red dress was slung over the top of the door. The assistant took it and held it up, looking with horror at the stretched fabric and loosened seams. She looked like she was about to say something, but then turned on her heel and went to look for the plus-size alternative.

As soon as she had gone, the fitting-room door opened a crack. "I need you to help me with this zip," whispered Melissa, then she opened the door and pulled Charlie inside. She was standing there with the jean-skirt around her hips, struggling to pull up the zip. Her round belly spilled out below the flowered material of the straining top, her fat jiggling over her hands and the waistband of the skirt. Charlie moved behind her.

"Try to suck in your stomach, and I'll lift it. That way maybe you can get the zip up". He took her belly-flesh in both hands and squeezed it up and in. "Wow, you're so soft..." He was aware that he was getting hard, and she could feel it too. "Come on, breathe in, tubby!" She managed to jerk the zip halfway up, then they tried switching roles, with Melissa holding her belly in her hands and Charlie trying to force the zip closed. "I think this is a losing battle, don't you, Melissa? You're just far too fat."

Without warning Melissa whirled around and dropped to her knees, with a loud tearing sound from the skirt. Looking up into his eyes, she breathed, "You're right, I guess I am too fat... but I'm still hungry," then she tugged his trousers down and had her plump lips around him before he knew what was happening. He looked down and watched the chubby girl working his shaft, sucking his length deep down into her throat. Her full breasts bobbed in front of her, and her stomach overflowed the hem of the miniskirt and spilled onto her bare thighs.

Charlie heard a sound outside the cubicle and became aware that the attendant had returned. Melissa, without letting him out of her mouth, moved to sit on the fitting room's corner seat, raising her left foot to rest on the seat's edge. The miniskirt had ridden up so that her plump upper thighs and her panties were exposed; her soft muffin-top bulged out below the flowery top, wobbling rhythmically as she sucked faster. Charlie reached down and pressed his fingers against her pussy through her panties; she was wet and she gave a little moan of desire as she continued to swallow his length.

The attendant knocked on the door and said pointedly, "I've found that plus-size dress you needed, madam."

Charlie replied, "Thanks - just throw it over the door, please. I'm just... giving her a hand with something." And he pushed Melissa's panties aside to engulf his fingers in her hot pussy, then began rubbing her clitoris as she squirmed with pleasure. He was thrusting himself down her throat now, his other hand guiding her head by holding on to one of her cute pigtails. She straightened her throat to take him all the way down, and gagged a little. "That's right, suck it, fat girl," he whispered, rubbing her pussy faster.

The attendant piped up, "Sorry, sir, did you say something?", and Charlie hurriedly replied, "Ahh... I was just telling her to suck... err, suck her stomach in. She's a bit too big for some of these clothes."

He was aware that the attendant was now listening intently, doubtless suspicious that something was going on inside. The general chatter of girls from the changing-room area has also died down to total silence, and Charlie had the feeling that he and Melissa had quite an audience. Well, that seemed to be what she liked...

"Honestly, honey, you're never going to fit into this skirt. Your hips and your butt are just too big and plump these days."

She looked up at him appreciatively with that burning lust-light in her gaze and sucked harder, all the time grinding herself eagerly against his fingers.

"And as for this top - well, it's no use kidding yourself. You're just going to keep popping out of it," -he pulled the front down so that her plump breasts bounced free - "and it will keep riding up over your big pot-belly too." And he tugged at the fabric so that her exposed stomach plopped out onto the seat in front of her. He grabbed and shook it, watching the soft baby-fat wobble. "You just need to start accepting that your constant overeating has consequences. You're a fat girl now, and you're going to need fat-girl clothes." He pulled the plus-size dress off the door where the assistant had hung it, and threw it on top of Melissa, then plunged his fingers back inside her. At that moment she came, her fat body writhing and jiggling, and the extra-large dress slipped to the floor. Melissa was struggling to keep quiet as she wobbled and heaved through her orgasm, and she closed her lips around Charlie's shaft to act as a gag. As her squirming subsided, he played with her big firm breasts and her gorged gut, enjoying the softness of her abundant fat as he rammed himself down her throat. Very soon she had something else to gulp greedily down, as he erupted in her mouth.

A minute later they both emerged from the fitting-room to be greeted with the disapproving stare of the attendant. Melissa had let Charlie stuff her breasts back into the flowery top, and she still wore the half-zipped jean skirt, an obvious tear in its side and pink flesh spilling out everywhere.

"So, did you find something you liked?" asked the attendant flatly.

"Oh, yes," replied Melissa with a flash of that dazzling smile. "I think it'll keep me satisfied all summer."

Charlie paid for the plus-size dress at the counter, as well as the tiny clothes Melissa was wearing, explaining loudly that they were clearly too small, but they might give her an incentive to lose some weight.

"Come on then, porky," he smiled as they left the shop. "Let's go and get you some lunch."