chapter 3

More sweat beaded on Valerie's brow. She felt so warm despite so much of her being exposed. Her belt was really digging into her and she started fumbling with the clasp. Normally an easy task impeded by her engorged bust blocking her view and the tightness of the garment.

As she strained with her belt, Denise inspected her own form. Her hands squeezed meaty hips and a plump mound of tummy fat. Her own dress kept her burgeoning curves confined. She palmed her buttcheeks, blushing as she realized how much more of her there was.

Muttered curses drew Denise’s attention to Valerie who struggled with the strap of binding leather. Denise interjected in her own hands and forced open the clasp. Valerie winced and then sighed in relief as the belt clanged off the floor.

“Thanks”

“You’re welcome”


Valerie rubbed her tender potbelly, god that’s what it was now. Her eyes finally noticed the pudgy additions to her exe’s girlfriend. She poked Denise’s stomach causing the brunette to clutch it defensively.

“H-hey!”

“I’m not alone in puffing up it seems”

Denise tried to lift her leg to unstrap the broken heel. The nature of her dress kept her knees together and she struggled. An ominous groan was ignored by the brunette but Valerie spoke up.

“You might want t-”

Seams popped along Denise’s side exposing a fleshy hip. The heel fell to the floor and Denise switched feet to pry the other one off. There was no groaning this time, just more popped seams as her other hip was exposed. Valerie motioned to the two gaps in her green dress and Denise shrugged.

“At least I can walk now”

Valerie felt her hips brush against the sides of the stall as she shook her head. She shuddered and began to panic at the discovery.

“Oh god, I’m so… big”

“Well, let’s go get help before either of us gets much bigger”

Valerie nodded as she turned, trying to ignore the tugging sensation rippling up to her love handles. The sound of more tearing fabric and the metallic click of the stall door locking caused her to pause.

She looks down, her view impeded by even more impressive cleavage than the last time she checked. Denise was distracted by the bountiful ass presented to her as Valerie turned around.

Manicured fingers scrabbled for the lock, finding it after a few seconds and moving to slide it open. It doesn’t budge and Valerie began to tug harder and harder, but there was little to no give in the bolt.

“What’s wrong?”

“The doors locked”

Sweat trickled down Valerie’s face and back as she continued to fight the door lock. Her breathing hitched as dread seized her.

“I can’t see it”


“Back up and let me see”

Valerie complied, but in so doing shoved her expansive backside into Denise who toppled backward onto the toilet. The brunette grabbed onto the woman’s cushiony hips and pushed back so she wasn’t smothered.

“Whoa! Hold up!”

The panicked woman stopped and grit her teeth as Denise’s hands sank into her spongy sides. One hand tugged and the other pushed, guiding Valerie to turn sideways, so the brunette could see the door.

Several threads of peach fabric had been caught around the door lock causing it to jam. Denise stood up and half-squeezed and half-leaned over Valerie’s backside. She attempted to untangle the fabric, ignoring the sensation of her softening stomach pressing into the rounded form in front of her.

“It's stuck, some of your dress got wrapped around it”

“Can’t you unwrap it?”

“Wish I had scissors”

Denise fumbled with the lock, tugging on the knotted fabric to no avail. She pushed herself forward to try and find a better angle, the seams at her side puckering under the pressure. Valerie grunted in discomfort from being sandwiched between the wall and the brunette as she wrestled with the lock.

A heavy sigh preceded Denise as she straightened up.

“It’s no use, its stuck”