Chapter 6

"Hnnngghhh!!!"  I grunted, my face turning red from effort.

I was seriously questioning my sanity at this moment.  I was so crazy with lust for the plumped-up Heather that I had no regard at all for what I was doing to gain her attention.  A few weeks of non-stop stuffing my face had turned my slightly rounder tummy into a full-fledged pot belly.  Now if only that was the sole change.  However, my thighs were also spreading and softening and my formerly tight ass was still bubbly but definitely heftier.  

Now I was worried I had waited too long to request new uniform pants.  On Friday I had managed to zip them up all of three notches or so.  I figured a 48 hour binge session would probably tip the scales just enough.  Only I might have overdone it.  Now I was having trouble pulling the pants over my rump, the excess flesh spilling out over the waistband.

A few more shimmies and . . . there!  I had them on.  Or at least on enough.  The flaps of the pants were forced out to the sides, spread apart by a protruding ball of fat.  I tried sucking in, there was barely any movement.  I grabbed the flaps and pulled hard.  Nope, still several inches of fattened flesh separated button from button-hole.  I grabbed the zipper and tugged with all my might, but it budged not.

Success!

Or was it?  I examined myself in the mirror, hardly able to recognize myself.  My breasts puffed up out of my snug bra, they had grown heavier over the past couple months.  Below that sat my swollen belly, bloated with weeks of over-eating.  I had packed on the pounds so quickly that it both looked and felt quite firm.  I actually resembled a pregnant woman more than a fat one.  Love handles oozed out over the incredibly snug waistband.  The pants were skin-tight now, straining at the seams.  I turned and looked at my ass, it looked absolutely huge.

Was it worth it?

I thought back to the feel of Heather's fingers against my stuffed belly.  I thought of the looks, and lingering touches over the past few weeks.  Her smoky eyes promised pleasure I had never known.  I thought about Heather's own growing figure, she was still growing rounder as well.  I thought of what it would be like to lay next to her, skin to skin contact from lips to toes.

I yanked on my shirt, which fortunately had always been a little baggy.  We were supposed to tuck them in, but fortunately no one really cared.  I left if untucked, barely hanging low enough to hide the fact that my pants were completely undone.  I rushed out the door, eager to tell Heather the good news.

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She smirked openly as I sheepishly pulled my shirt up.  We were there before the store opened, so it was just her and I in the break room with Jimmy on the floor and Jessica in the back office.  Heather reached down and grabbed the zipper, giving it a sharp tug.  No movement.  A wicked grin slowly spread across her face.

"So . . ." she cooed.  "I see someone has been a good little eater."

I blushed, not sure when the tables had been turned on me, but still awash with desire and longing.  

"Ok, how about 7 o'clock at my place?"  she suggested.

I nodded vigorously.

"Now let's go back to Jessica and get you a new uniform," Heather smiled.

I walked with her to the back office, entering after a light knock.  Heather insisted on coming in with me, probably because I made it a point of being there a few months ago when she had to ask for her first upgrade.  

"Jenna has something to ask you, Jess," Heather stated right away.

"Um, yeah, I need, um, a bigger uniform," I stammered as my face turned red.

"Show her why," Heather prodded.

I shot her a glare, but slowly pulled up my shirt.  "I can't zip them up anymore."

"Jenna!" Jess scolded.  "Why did you wait so long?  Have you been walking around with unbuttoned pants?"

I turned an even brighter shade of red, starting at my feet as I answered in a small voice.  "Yes."

Jess chuckled.  "Oh, what are we going to do with you?  Ok, come over here and let's get you measured for a new size."

I gulped as I walked over, Heather watched openly with a grin.  Jess took a tape measure from a drawer and wrapped it around my waist.  Then she measured my bust, hips, and thighs.

"Ok, we'll move you up to a Medium shirt, and it looks like your pants are probably going to be a size 10.  Does that sound right?"

My mind went blank.  Ten?!?!?!!?!  Had I blimped up that much?!?!?

"Uh, I d-dunno," I stammered.  "I haven't been shopping in, um, a while."

Heather giggled out loud.  "Maybe this weekend you and I should hit up the mall."

Jess just gave us a look, then wrote up the order form for the new uniform.

"In the meantime," she said to me, "I think we have a bigger pair of slacks over here.  Why don't you change before going out on the floor? Oh, and next time, don't wait until you can't even zip them up before asking for a new uniform, ok?"

I walked out in a daze.  Next time???