chapter 5

The next morning I was rudely awakened by my alarm clock. I had deliberately set it half an hour earlier, so I had enough time to eat my cereals and to try to put those clothes on. Through the excitement, I was awake immediately and got up. I still felt the rigors of the previous days in my bones. First I went to the shower to wash away my sauce residues and by now also the banana split radicals from the body. In the shower, I washed myself almost tenderly between my rolls and with a smile, full of excited expectations for that what will come today. I went into the kitchen to get my cereals.

After I had finished my second bowl, I took the clothes for today and went in front of the mirror. Fortunately, I had enough time. The thin strings of the thong stretched, as I expected, to the absolute maximum and pinched my fat, when I pulled him over my huge hips. Apart from the triangle over my butt there was practically nothing to see of it. My belly covered him in the front and my buttocks devoured him completely. Then the bra came again. I had to start under my breasts again and to use all strength I had to get the terminals together. I had the feeling that it would cut off my air. It was definitely much more difficult this time. My breasts could barely fit in the cups and spilled almost uncontrolled about. In the mirror I could see that even my nipples were half visible. Then I tried this trousers again. Over the calves and partly over the thighs was not that hard yet, but then my now even fatter hips and my giant butt were in line. I moved like I would belly dance and tried again to push my fat through the legs by hand. I heard seams crack, but I had to go on. I hopped and dragged while my whole masses of flabby fat were jumping up and down. I began to breathe strongly and to perspire. I swung my ass back and forth, and little by little the pants slipped higher. With a crack the Hot Pants slipped over my butt and waist disappeared under a fat fold. The Hot Pants slipped between my buttocks, so that it could hardly be seen as well. The fat oozed back up over the pants, through the bottom of the trouser and sat tight and immobile on my hips. I turned and saw that the pants were torn slightly on the right leg. I knew if I moved slightly too jerky that the pants would probably tear right apart. Now I just had to close the button. I lay down on the sofa and pulled it with all my strength together and with the last effort I could close the knob. When I got up my belly spilled so far over the pants that the knob was no longer visible. At least it was not so bad when it blew away. My fat belly would cover it. The thought made me laugh. Sweaty I moved cautiously into the bathroom and dried myself off. Now it was the tops turn. Again I stood in front of the mirror and grabbed the top. Head and arms were not a problem again. Then came my breasts. Because of the bra they hung almost under my chin and as I reached the top of my bust, I heard the seams crack again. I pulled it down over my belly. To my horror I could draw it only just below the navel, I was not able to stretch it further. Like that I was standing in front of the mirror. People would have an almost unobstructed view of my fat buttocks and my cellulite. My lower abdomen hung in full splendor over my waistband. My breasts stretched the fabric of the tops so far that you could look through smoothly and had an unblocked view of my overflowing bust.

The only thing you could see of the thong was the small triangle over between the top of my buttcheeks, the rest disappeared between my buttocks and my fat rolls. Even the smallest movement would let my top slide upwards over my belly and let it get stuck under my breasts. On my back, however, the top got stuck further down and cut me in my love handles. Added to this was that the sweat was now running down my back. I could not help it, but I had to laugh at the sight. What would my colleagues and my boss just say when I get to work like this? I was not able to stop to grin. So I grabbed my bag and went on my way.

When I stepped out the front door, it was already unbearably hot. My apartment was centrally in the building, so it stayed cool within the limits. There was a slight warm wind that did not really help. My top had slipped upwards again, so I pulled it down. With deliberate steps I made my way to the train stop. I was afraid that the small trousers would completely break if I go too fast. At each step I felt my fat masses spill over and under the tight clothes. My breasts were swinging heavily to and fro. With every step I became sweatier. The sun beat down on my bear arms and legs. I should have put on some sun blocker, but gladly it was not far to the train stop. On the move the top slipped up again and again and I carried my bare belly in all its glory in front of me. I was soon fed up with pulling the top down so I decided to give the belly some sun. The guy was right, after the two days of feasting, the clothes fit even less than before. Moving with this tight bra was not exactly pleasant, since the breathing was noticeably more difficult. The usual crowd had already gathered at the train stop. Suddenly I got second thoughts. Was it really such a good idea to walk around like that? I noticed the first irritated glances. An elderly woman stared at me with sheer terror. A couple of teenagers showed the finger at me and laughed. What was I thinking? I got even redder than the heat already made anyway. I walked past the people and noticed how their eyes followed me. I found a place a bit off the main crowd. A man could not look away from my overflowing breasts and was accompanied by a woman, probably his wife, who poked in his side with her elbow harshly to make him turn his eyes elsewhere. I had a little fun on my side. When I looked around it seems that my outfit actually got some fans in the world of men. And it seemed that I attract more positive opinions from the male gender. The women watched in horror, the children and teenagers made fun, yes, but the men seemed to be impressed by my very lush figure. Something like self-confidence grew in me. Maybe it was not such a bad idea. I was no longer bothered about my freely swinging and wobbling belly and fat butt. Why shouldn't wear someone like me stuff like this, but only these thin chickens.

A few moments later the train arrived. I got in and even found a free double seat. I found it a bit disgusting to sit with a practically naked butt on a railway bank, but I was so sweaty, I could not stand much longer. I pushed myself into the seat row and lowered my broad back slowly and carefully on the bench. I lifted my belly to take the pressure off the waistband. But suddenly I heard a crack and recognized some pressure release from my right buttock. I felt somewhat electrified by the thought that the hot pants was torn up by my fat butt. Again I ran bright red. Some people stared at me in disbelieve. At least the front button held tight. The Top now sat far above and just covered my breasts and my upper back. The advantage was that it no longer was too stretched and it actually covered some of my breasts. Nevertheless, some people were still staring at my breasts, until I saw in the reflection in the window, why they did that. A nipple had slipped out of the way too small basket. Blatantly I reached under the top and put it back in the basket where that little bugger belonged. So I continued the ride under the eyes and the whispering of the people to work.