Chapter 5 - five

As the days stretched into months Jess steadily began a routine. In the morning, while finishing off whatever remained from last night's feast, Jess would plan her culinary endeavors for the day. One dish for lunch and another for dinner, both recipes would come from Carmen of course. After breakfast was over she would immediately launch into her projects, procuring whatever tools or ingredients she needed to finish her tasks. Once prepared the housewife would spend hours perfecting and correcting her technique, not satisfied until she was sure Carmen would approve. Of course, this endless barrage of haute cuisine was not without consequence.

"Come on!" Jess grunted, yanking her jeans up with all her might. "Come on!"

Jess gave one final tug but it was all for naught, the black Balmain's refused to budge. In a fit of frustration, Jess tossed the denim into the corner, landing on top of other discarded garments.

"Ugh, those were the loose pair too..." Jess groaned, searching for anything she could squeeze into.

As loathe as she was to admit it, Jess had gained weight. "That's what you get for cooking and eating like a 300 lb. woman!"

She glanced into her full-length mirror to survey the trouble her cooking had caused. Fortunately for Jess, her hourglass figure remained intact, all though obviously inflated. Her breasts, always a bit smaller than she had liked, had grown generously. They now overflowed her old c-cups and hung slightly lower on her chest. Her belly, formerly concave, had swelled. When sucked in it wasn't obvious, but as she sat her stomach slowly spread and encroached into her lap. But the true change was in her lower half. Her hips and thighs, always wide for her frame, were now officially broad. Her bottom had grown as well, turning most of her panties into thongs. If she had to hazard a guess, Jess estimated she was around 180 lbs.

"That's, what, a 40 lbs gain in three months? That's not a lot, is it!?" Jess thought as she observed her new body. "God, I look like one of those Instagram girls!"

Jess desperately searched through her wardrobe and settled on an old skirt to wear. The skirt, an 2016 Valentino piece was designed to hit mid-thigh but now struggled to cover Jess's modesty.

"Clearly it was never meant to cover this much ass." Jess lamented.

The chubby housewife quickly made her way to Bergdorf Goodman, doing her best to avoid anyone she knew. Upon entering the store Jess frantically began picking out pants and bras, ignoring price or size. "I'll figure it out later." Jess thought as she dragged her haul to a dressing room.

Once inside the poor woman began trying on a parade of clothing. Lacey bras, trendy slacks, and designer denim. The clothing, consisting of only the finest New York had to offer, was beautiful. If only any of it fit.

"Christ this bra is cutting me in half!" Jess groaned, awkwardly trying to adjust herself. "And these pants are murder!"

"Excuse me..." A stranger called in a thick New Jersey accent, knocking on the dressing room door. "Do you need any help?"

"Nononono! I'm fine!"

"Are you sure, because it sounds like your struggling..."

Before Jess could respond to the stranger, an elderly woman wearing a blonde wig, opened the door.

"Excuse you!" Jess cried, failing to cover her nakedness.

"Excuse you! You're gonna ruin the merchandise!"

The woman, presumably an employee, began pulling the pieces off Jess. Leaving the poor woman naked and alone with a complete stranger.

"What were you thinking?" The woman scolded, not acknowledging the strangeness of the situation. "You're trying on clothes that are at least two sizes too small!"

Jess was taken aback by the woman's forcefulness. "I-I, uh, gained some weight recently and..."

"Well, that's obvious." The woman huffed, rolling her eyes. "I can tell from the stretch marks."

"What stretch marks!" Jess cried as she pawed her body hunting for imperfections.

"Hold on..." The woman grunted as she left the dressing room.

Jess stood there, naked. Trying to piece together what just happened and what to do. But before she could develop a plan the store clerk returned.

"The problem is you're a grown woman trying to dress like a girl." The woman grunted, carrying with her a pile of clothes.

The elderly woman pointed toward Jess's visible belly. "You're gut means you can't wear low waisted anything anymore. It would just accentuate you're stomach and make you look fatter than you already are. High waist jeans are you're new best friend."

The woman threw a pair of high-waisted black jeans at Jess, which she failed to catch.

"And stop with the thongs. That's fine when your slim, but at your size, your gonna want boy shorts. It will help prevent chub rub, trust me." said the woman, circling Jess's near naked body. "Especially with an ass like that, Christ. Is that from squats or just good eaten'?"

"Oh, and what were you thinking with those bras? They have no support and are far too small." Said the woman, weighing Jess's breast in her hands. "These girls are heavy! Do your back a favor and opt for support instead of the cutesy shit."

"T-thank you, Ma'am..." Jess mumbled, reaching new heights of embarrassment.

"Try on what I brought you, I guessed your size but it should be fine." The elderly woman replied, wandering out of the dressing room. "If it doesn't fit call me."

Jess stood in the dressing room for a beat, processing the last ten minutes. Afterward, she tried on the clothes and, to her surprise, they fit well. She looked like a modern woman, instead of an overfed mother trying on her daughter's clothes. Jess quickly paid for the clothing and made her way home, hoping never to meet that strange woman again.