chapter 10

Why did they have to wear these uncomfortable outfits? Yasmin tugged at the bottom of her vest which kept riding up, unaware of the way her bulging front pressed against its confines. The waistband of her dress slacks rubbed against her burgeoning belly, which caused her to pull at the belt loops.

She walked by a few groups of people chatting, little noting the way sleeves constricted plush arms or diamonds opened between distorted buttons. She saw the man who had left the full glass of liquor on the marble pillar as he chatted with one of the brand models.

She meandered that way as she noticed the red head’s empty glass. Both took a glass from her tray which annoyed her. That full glass would probably find its way back to that pillar or another one like it which she would have to pick up.

Yasmin growled in agitation as the vest bunched up underneath her harms, she pulled the garment back down into place. The seat of her pants groaned as she leaned forward to retrieve an empty glass.

She straightened and put a hand to her backside. She’d always had a cute round derriere in her mind, but this felt rounder and softer than she remembered. She collected another glass and felt the vest ride up again. A cool breeze blew on her lower back, indicating that her dress shirt had come untucked.

Yasmin tugged sharply on the vest and felt a sudden release in the vest as she was given more room. A light pining drew her gaze towards the button that had popped off her vest and rolled across the floor.

She felt a cold sweat breakout on her forehead and began to look around. Now she noticed the signs. A flabby neck mushrooming over a tightening collar or necklace, plump fingers pulling at constricting fabric, impressions of deepening belly buttons, bunched fabric showcasing multiplying rolls.

Her pace quickened towards the kitchen, each step causing her underwear to ride up her chunky butt. Parts of her anatomy that previously didn’t, bounced and her breath hitched in her throat as she burst through the kitchen door.

“H-hey, you can’t be back here”

Raphael stood up and then recognition dawned on his face.

“Holy shit, Yasmin?! What happened?”

“I dunno, I’ve gotta get out of this vest”

More buttons pinged off the wall and ground as Yasmin ripped off the vest. Diamonds of flesh peaked between buttons on her dress shirt.

“Some kind of allergic reaction? We gotta call an ambulance”

As Raphael pulls out his phone they hear a woman scream and pause as several more cries go up outside in the venue. The button on Yasmin’s slacks popped off, her potbelly rolled out to peek from under her shirt.

“Oh god, why did that have to feel so good?”

Raphael hit the call button.