chapter 5

Alone in the bathroom in only her underwear, Claire was surrounded by a pile of clothes that she’d tried and failed to cover herself with. Her frantic efforts had left her momentarily out of breath. How was it possible that nothing her sister had fit her? Had her sister managed to shrink her business clothes in the wash or something?? The last thing Claire wanted to admit to herself was that she’d grown fatter than her older sister.

A moment later, Laura returned and tried to open the bathroom door. She was surprised that Claire had locked it. Knocking again, Laura loudly spoke through the keyhole, “I’ve been meaning to return this dress because it was a size larger than what the label said. Try it on. It’s too big for me, but if it fits you, you can keep it.”

Laura’s words sent a shock of fear down Claire’s spine. It wasn’t possible that she was fatter than her sister. Trying not to blush, Claire opened the door and in a breath of desperation said, “Let me try it on.”

“Can I come in? I can help you.” Laura offered, as her sister rapidly grabbed the hanger from her and slammed the door again.

“No, I’m fine, I don’t need your…” Claire began to say before she got a look of what she held in her hands. The dress was a beautiful shade of burgundy, a perfect color for her workplace, it wasn’t too bright and eye catching. From the look and feel of the fabric, the dress was stretchy and formfitting. Claire couldn’t help but smile until she held it up and got a look at the dress’s deep V-neck. In a huff Claire changed her tune and pouted, “Oh my god I can’t wear this to work! I’m going to a law office not a night club!”

“Then just wait until I wash the clothes you brought.” Laura countered. However, Claire knew she couldn’t wait that long.

“I don’t have time to wait around, I need to get to work!” Claire wined. She really liked the dress her sister had handed her, but it was not something she would ever wear to work.

“Beggars can’t be choosers.” Laura replied, as Claire quickly came to realize that the dress in her hands was her only option.

“Fine. Let’s see if it fits first anyway…” Claire grumbled, while she began the process of squeezing into the dress. The dress was tight fitting around her hips, belly and butt, but didn’t feel restricting. It was definitely tighter in the chest area than Claire was expecting, but there was zipper on the right side of the dress, just under the armpit, that provided Claire the extra room she needed to get the dress fully on. Moving around in the dress, Claire felt like she had a full range of motion. The elbow length sleeves of the dress looked very tasteful and minimized the excess girth of her chubby upper arms. The dress had a small front drape that helped hide her large tummy. Striking a few poses, Claire modeled the dress for herself in the mirror. For the first time in a long time, she really felt sexy.

“How is it?” Laura wondered from the other side of the bathroom door.

“I feel so effing sexy in this!” Claire hummed in approval, “It’s a little bit tight in places, but it fits! It’s also a little shorter than I expected, but it’s appropriate enough for work. I absolutely love this dress!”

“Then let me see!” Laura urged, as Claire excitedly unlocked the bathroom door, leaned against the doorframe and struck her best modeling pose.

“Oh my gosh! You look so sexy Claire!” Laura gawked in approval. Claire rarely dressed to show off her womanly curves, the formfitting dress was a great look for her!

“It really makes my girls pop! It doesn’t show off too much cleavage does it?” Claire wondered in slight embarrassment, while she looked down and adjusted the dress.

“No way! You’re sporting a tasteful amount of cleavage! Very dignified and very sexy!” Laura cheered in support.

“Ugh. I’m trying to look professional, not sexy!” Claire sighed, as she tried to accept her sister’s praise, “But thank you. I guess it will have to do. Can I borrow a pair of heels that match?”

“Of course! Give me a minute! I’ll grab you some!” Laura smiled, while she hurried into her messy room.

Rather than follow her sister, Claire listened to the subtle growl stemming from the depths of her puffy stomach and headed into her sister’s kitchen to see if she had anything healthy to eat. Opening the fridge, Claire frowned at what she saw. A half-eaten chocolate cake, some leftover cheese fries and pizza, it was like her sister was allergic to healthy foods! No wonder she’d gotten so fat…

A few short minutes later, a glance at the time spurred Claire to tentatively enter her sister’s room. The place was an absolute pigsty. Claire watched her sister, on all fours, halfway into the bottom of her closet clearly looking for a good pair of heels. It was breathtaking how thick Laura’s butt had gotten. Claire averted her eyes and loudly cleared her throat, alerting Laura to her presence. Turning around Laura revealed a pair of heels in her hands. She raised them up high and asked, “What do you think of these?”

“No.” Claire shook her head.

Frowning, Laura leaned over and grabbed a shoebox from under her bed and stood up before presenting it to Claire. Claire opened the box without hesitating. Her eyes were rewarded for her audaciousness.

“Perfect!” Claire declared. The heels were the perfect balance of bold and elegant. Even the color was a perfect match for her new dress. Bending over to put them on, Claire paused, as she felt the fabric around the back of her dress tighten against the girth of her thick butt. Slowly leaning back to her previous position, Claire let out a breath of air and innocently begged, “Oof… Umm, would you mind helping me put them on?”

“Sure thing!” Laura gleefully smiled, as she nudged her sister to sit down on her bed, and gently ordered her, “Hold still.”

It only took Laura about a minute to get Claire’s feet into the heels, although, it was obvious that the heels were a very tight fit. Claire’s beautiful feet had gotten fat along with the rest of her. As her younger sister struggled to get to her feet and find her balance, Laura couldn’t help, but speak what was on her mind, “You’re gotten a little bigger recently, haven’t you?”

“It’s my husband’s fault I’ve gotten bigger.” Claire snapped. Her face looked flushed and red from embarrassment. Laura hadn’t been expecting such an aggressive response, but before she could backpedal, Claire’s voice erupted in excuses, “When we go out to eat, he always encourages me to eat whatever I want. When we eat in, he always cooks me my favorite foods. He waits on me hand and foot, I practically don’t have to lift a finger around the house, seriously he does the cleaning, the laundry, takes out the garbage, everything.”

Trying to ease her sister’s nerves, Laura managed to get a quick word in edgewise, “Claire, Paul kisses the ground you walk upon. You can’t blame him for taking such good care of you. He’s not forcing you to eat, is he?”

“Well, no. I suppose not, but it’s still definitely his fault. Here’s an example.” Claire paused to take a large breath before continuing at a million words per minute, “This happened last night. We were at a friend’s engagement party, there were snacks, drinks, and a barbecue. I was wearing a sweater that was a little too tight because I've been eating a bit too much recently. I had been drinking and snacking the whole party, and then the barbecue starts. I get a hot dog and a cheeseburger, and Paul gets the same. When I'm done, he says, ‘Want another dog?’ I was still hungry so I say ‘sure,’ but he comes back with two saying he will eat the other one. To make a long story short, *pant* he ended up getting distracted talking to the guy’s drinking in the kitchen, so I ate his hot dog when I was at the table chatting with the girls. About an hour goes by and of course I had too much to drink so I went inside to go to the bathroom and then relax for a minute on the couch. So, I’m reclining on this comfy couch thinking about how full I was, and I drift off into a little nap. The next thing I know *pant* Paul wakes me up, I was out for about an hour, the party is settling down, and says, ‘Want some cake? I saved some for you.’ Then he showed me a plate filled with two big slices of cake. *pant* I want to say, ‘Ughh… I’m so full…’ I mean my belly was obviously full, you could tell, it was a tight sweater, but instead I say, ‘Mmm!’ like a fatty! *pant* I see him eyeing my belly, so I took the plate and scarfed it all down like it was nothing. ‘Thanks!’ I said to him after. After he totally caused me to pig out!”