Chapter 5

Thankfully it was a first floor apartment, and there were no stairs to walk down. Walking outside, I recognized the area; there was a shopping center not far away. I started to make my way down the street,

trying to ignore the few stares I got. I was used to it, I liked it, before. Not anymore. Not 5 minutes walking later, I had to stop to catch my breathe, I was sweating heavily. I leaned into a phone booth, and realized I was not going to make it. Squeezing myself inside, never realizing how small these are, I got a taxi cab's number, and ordered a cab.

It took a little while til it arrived, by which time I had recovered, only to find a new problem: Fitting into the backseat door was troublesome. I was sure my dress was going to rip as the fabric pulled against the metal edge of the door, as I pushed my way in. Once enough of me was inside, momentum did the rest, and the car actually shook as my ass hit the backseat. My cheeks were red, and blurted out the name of the local shopping center to the cab driver, pulling the door closed. Thankfully it was a short trip, and I was outside the car after a bit of work, in the fresh air. The small car had been warm, and I was sweating again, starting to smell. I just threw a 20$ at the driver, and waddled away as fast as I could into the shopping center.

As I slowly made my way through the halls, looking for the Lane Bryant, I tried avoid making eye contact with anyone. I used to get looked at a lot, before. Now, it felt like I was being watched even more. Closing in on my destination, I felt another fart escape, not too loud thank god, warming my ass, and a little boy pointed at me. I don't know what he said, but I could feel that wet spot in my panties get bigger.

I spent as short a time as she could in the store, trying to pick out work appropriate clothes, not bothering to try them on, just asking for the largest they had. My face turned scarlet, when one of the

saleswomen politely informed me they only had three of my selections in my size. I paid as quickly as I could, getting doubles of each, eager to get out. I needed to sit, I was out of breath again, and... I was hungry. The thought of eating in public scared me, but the longer I filled the sizeable bench I had found, the stronger my hunger grew, I could feel my tummy rumbling.

I had been here before, and made my way over to the buffet place I had gone to occasionally. The waiter was polite enough, but I could tell he was none to fond of me. I asked for seating for one, and was escorted to a table with a bench against the wall. I was galled that there was no way I was going to sit in one of the chairs, and the waiter obviously knew I would need this. I let him know i'd have the buffet, and he walked away quickly, as I dumped my purse on the table and bags underneath it, waddling over to the actual buffet.