Chapter 2

The shopgirl held one door, while his girlfriend held the other, and finally Phillip could waddle into the Big and Bigger store. Big and Tall stores still existed, but with the popularity of LipidEase, stores like Round the Town began to pop up. They served the folks that had eaten their way out of the more commonly available sizes, and were laid out and stocked for that population.

The stores were all huge to accommodate the extra wide aisles, broad enough for two and maybe more Phillips to stand side by side. Multiple attendants, male and female, bustled around the floor, fetching clothing, snacks and water for their blubbery customers. There was a joking stereotype with a grain of truth about these employees: they were assumed to be feeders or FAs looking for true love. Last year, Lifetime had even featured a Christmas movie about this premise, their first fat romance since LipidEase had rolled out.

Phillip recalled it now as he looked around the store. The colorful button downs the staff wore were intended to be reminiscent of the sprinkles on ice cream and doughnuts. The plump woman who greeted them was wearing sherbert yellow, a lovely contrast against her warm brown skin. “Phil, Kat! I feel like I just saw you last month.” Lila was one of the many employees who was openly an FFA. She was one of the few that could be trusted to not make a move on a partnered man, which is why both Katrina and Phillip went to her.

“You did, but he’s been editing a lot and grazing the whole time,” laughed Katrina.

Phillip patted his gut and playfully grumbled, “Well, someone keeps putting snacks next to me all day.” He shifted his immense weight from foot to foot. They had bought a bariatric treadmill that he had been trying to use to help develop enough strength to carry all his bulk comfortably, but he was all too aware that he’d slacked off exercising in the past couple weeks, while remaining quite dedicated to eating.

“Speaking of which, do you need anything to eat?” asked Lila. “We have catering from Jelly Rolls today.”

“Ooh,” said Phillip, suddenly interested. That bakery made some of his favorite pastries. Then, he shook his head. “Maybe after we pick out a few things to try on.” His stomach growled in protest. “Or maybe just a croissant for now.”

Lila cracked up. “The belly always decides. I’ll be right back with a croissant and a tape measure.” She bustled off with chipper, quick steps, leaving the lovers to themselves.

The store was arranged with the biggest sizes toward the entrance to give their largest customers as short a walk as possible. The 7-10X aisle was in the middle of the store, not too far a shuffle.

Katrina walked just behind her obese boyfriend, both to allow other customers to pass by more easily and to enjoy the sight of his huge body in motion. His big belly swung from side to side, and the sagging globes of his ass bulged with each step. His shirt was too small, and she caught tempting peeks of jiggling lard around his waist. The huge rolls that creased the middle of his back swallowed the cloth of his shirt much like he swallowed anything else. Phillip’s blubbery arms stuck out to the side, buoyed by the wide, fat spare tire around his chest.

He huffed more than he liked, though Katrina found it both sexy and adorable, but arrived by the display of 7X tees and pants without collapsing. Other fatties wandered the aisle, women and men alike, some in mobility scooters, some with walkers, and some like Phillip moved under their own power. Most wore clothes that fit poorly, rolls and bellies on display anywhere Phillip looked.

“Okay,” he said, trying to catch his breath. Katrina rested her hand on his now sweaty upper back, mounded with fat and heaving while he panted. “Can you reach those shirts? I think we should pick up some more pants too.”

Katrina pulled the requested shirts off the shelf and a few styles of sweatpants. Around the Town sold dress pants, but the good thing about working from home was that Phillip could dress however he wanted. The soft feel of cotton fabric on his fat was so comfortable, and Katrina liked the way it clung to his belly.

“I need to sit,” he puffed and waddled to the nearest bench. He sat down heavily, landing with a thump.

Another fatty, a man even bigger than Phillip with a walker standing next to him, on the other end of the bench chuckled. “You’re brave to go out without a cane or anything.”

At that moment, Lila arrived with a plate and the promised tape measure. There were five croissants rather than the one he’d asked for, but Phillip didn’t even seem to notice. He shoved one into his mouth and swallowed it, only chewing a few times. “I’m trying to preserve my mobility,” he said, oblivious to the pile of fattening pastries in his hand. “I use a treadmill at home.”

Lila and Katrina exchanged amused glances. Katrina guessed that she’d heard similar conversations all the time. “Does he really?” the clerk murmured quietly to Katrina.

Katrina made a see-saw gesture with her hand. “Ehh, it’s been a few weeks. He might get back to it eventually.”

Lila laughed and the two women quietly watched the two fatties converse and snack. “I’ve never been too eager to stay mobile,” remarked the other man. “Feed me up, and let me be lazy, that’s my motto.” The larger man belched and popped a muffin, whole, into his mouth. He’d barely swallowed it when another followed it into his gullet. He belched again and rubbed his gut.

“Ha, that sounds like a good life, dude,” said Phillip amiably and shoved another croissant into his mouth.

A gym rat of a hunk sauntered up from the other end of the aisle. “I checked out, are you ready to go?” The buff man slapped the fatty’s back, sending ripples through his water balloon-like body.

The bigger fatty grunted and held his arms out for assistance. Laboriously, the buff man hauled the fat one to his feet and placed his walker before him. “Take care,” wheezed the huge man, and the pair slowly made their way out of the store.

Phillip watched him go with a curious expression. His hand, so often resting on his belly, almost affectionately, rubbed his gut slowly. He shook himself as if from a trance. “Well, I guess I need to try these on then, right?”

“I brought the measuring tape if you need to be sized!” said Lila a little too helpfully. Measuring customers enthusiastically was another stereotype of Big and Bigger store employees.

Katrina gently replied, “I think I can handle it.” She held her hand out for the tape and Lila surrendered it politely, though with a touch of reluctance. The immense shirts and joggers were slung over her shoulder. The amount of fabric needed to clothe her blimping boyfriend ended up being quite heavy. *Maybe I need to start working out too. Everything he is, what he wears and eats weighs a ton,* she thought, not for the first time. His fat was shaping their lives just as their lives shaped his bloated body.

Phillip had gotten himself to standing through slow and carefully balanced movements. He’d caught his breath and finished his croissants. “Let’s find out if I’m a 7X, I guess,” he said, slapping his huge keg belly.

Katrina followed again, burdened with his tent-like clothes. The measuring tape felt like it was burning a hole in her pocket. It was unlikely they’d need it, but she wanted to satisfy her curiosity. He’d gained a lot in the past month. How much damage had he done? How many inches of pure lard had he spread over his fat body in just four weeks? They’d never set out with the goal of being bigger, his appetite was their foreplay, the fat a wonderful bonus.

And yet, she couldn’t imagine not being with him, even if he was immobile. The thought had never occurred to her so clearly, and she was almost surprised at how readily she accepted the idea.

Once they were alone in the dressing room, before helping him undress, she asked, “What would you do if you were as big as that guy you just spoke to? Would you like that?”

He shrugged, his moobs and belly bouncing adorably. “It would be okay. Honestly, it was kind of a wake up call to see how much closer in size I am to him now. Remember when we used to walk all the way to the far side of the store for my clothes?” Phillip rubbed his gut thoughtfully. “I’m not really sure I want to move up to the next aisle. The next size, sure, but I would really miss going out with you. Right now, I actually miss taking nature walks with you.”

“Yeah,” she said and unfolded a shirt, a deep burgundy with a wide black stripe across the chest. “You know, they widened the paths in the park. You’d fit now.”

Phillip perked up. “Oh?” Katrina gestured and he raised his arms over his head. She pulled his shirt up off of him, setting his whole body in motion. His pale, stretch marked belly was cut in half by the waistband of his joggers (a hilarious name for clothing worn by a man who hadn’t seen his feet in years) and the seams all looked strained. He adjusted the tight band, and then asked, “What would you think if I was that size?”

“I’d still love you, but it would be a big challenge,” she said. Katrina ran her hands down his sides, caressing every blubbery roll on the way. “You’d be super hot though.”

Phillip hummed thoughtfully as he raised his arms again. The burgundy shirt was tugged down and covered his bloated body comfortably, although without much room to grow. He pushed himself up, huffing again, to try on a pair of pants. If one pair fit, the rest would, same with the tees. Each dressing room was equipped with sturdy steel bars for wobbly customers to hang onto, and now he gripped it to lift one ponderously heavy leg. Katrina worked quickly so he wouldn’t have to stand too long, though she kissed each fat, creased thigh as she pulled the pants down. The scent of his sweat was heavy in the air, and though they’d planned this excursion to be strictly business, her sex tingled. Everything about him was already super hot.

“That’s good to hear,” grunted Phillip, lifting his leg again to step into the new, larger pair of pants. Katrina pulled them up, and happily they appeared to be roomy enough to accommodate his increasingly swollen lower belly. He sighed with satisfaction. “7x it is.”

“Do you want to wear these out, love?” she asked. “I can get in line and pay while you rest.”

Phillip thought for a second before answering. “Nah, I want to get my money’s worth out of these.” A mischievous smirk tilted his lips.

“What are you thinking?” Katrina asked as she pulled the new sweats off of him. That facial expression usually preceded yet another belly stretching session, which was usually followed by Katrina being crushed in some position or another by his full, enormous gut.

“Ever had sex in public?” he asked with a grin, though he knew the answer perfectly well. Public sex was one of her kinks, though before the popularity of LipidEase he hadn’t been comfortable enough to indulge. She’d had sex in public, but with him?

He lay down on the bench and shifted his belly, lifting and pulling it to the side. Katrina yanked his boxers off as quickly as she could move. His fat pad peeked out under the bulging apron of his gut, and his hard dick tried its damndest, against incredible odds, to peek out from under that. “Come ride your big man’s cock.”

“Yes, sir,” she breathed and clambered onto his mountainous form. Her weekly yoga classes were likely the only reason she could still straddle him. She pushed his fat up, admiring the deep fold that it formed with his belly, and sank herself down onto his cock. It only protruded an inch or two out of his fat, but when she dropped down onto it, the blubber compressed and his dick plunged deeper into her pussy. She whimpered at the sensation, and the way his lard jiggled against her clit.

Phillip grinned from his recumbent posture. His fat spread around him, making him much wider than he was standing, and his face sank into his double chin and plumped his cheeks. The fat of his face crowded his looks and forced his eyes into happy slits. He looked, in this pose, as obese as the blob he’d just met.

He looked delectable. Katrina bent over him and seized his nipple between her lips, nibbling and sucking. The sight of his fat flowing over the side of the bench was incredible. He looked like an immense harvest god to her, and she fantasized about serving him with all the fruits of the earth in submissive worship.

“Ride your fatty like a good girl,” he sighed. His hips trembled, but he lay passively and made her do the work for them both. Katrina rode faster and tried to hold on to his slippery, wobbling flesh. His rolls slapped together with every bounce.

She suppressed a moan. “God, your fat is so loud. Your body demands attention all the time.” Her hands overflowed with his exquisitely soft, pale flesh, untouched by the sun for years. Katrina imagined this obese god beneath her lying on a ceremonial bed, gobbling offerings while he ordered her to feed him, to suck his cock, to oil his immense blimp-like body.

“I’m so huge, so fucking big,” he moaned, not nearly as quietly as Katrina had. Phillip seemed to catch himself and put his hand over his mouth. His cock inside her stiffened and swelled, and the tremors in his hips increased. He pumped as best he could, grunting piggishly, until he filled her with his load. He groaned furiously against his palm, and his other hand frantically tugged at the nipple not in Katrina’s mouth.

His release was a thrilling sight, and one that filled her with gratified satisfaction. He came because *she* rode him, or blew him, or milked his cock with her inner muscles. Phillip needed her to serve him. He was too weak and heavy to *** without her help, and she felt like the blessed acolyte of a gluttonous deity. Her pleasure sent waves of fiery sensation through her as she orgasmed, and the wails of pleasure that erupted from her were muffled by pressing her face into his swollen belly.

After several minutes of recovery, he finally groaned, “Fuck, that was intense.”

“And a first for you,” she said with a grin. “Our first public fuck.” Reluctantly, she climbed back off of him. The napkins in her purse were just enough to mostly clean him up, though he’d need a shower when they got home. Another opportunity for her to enjoy his body, and for him to enjoy his servant.

They made their way out of the dressing room, Phillip waddling ahead while Katrina followed with the clothes. Various clerks and customers gave them glances ranging from admiring to horrified, but to Katrina’s surprise, her blimp of a boyfriend didn’t even seem to notice. This from a man who, when they’d started dating, made it clear that public sex was a hard limit for him.

She paid for the clothes while he rested on a bench and read the news on his phone. The device looked comically small in his fat hands resting on his belly. When she returned, he pocketed the phone with a smile and began the slow process of rising. Katrina watched him, still in his tight old clothes, and wondered how big he actually would get. Maybe he’d stop growing here, maybe not. Either way, she was his.

Romantic thoughts danced through her mind while they walked out. She helped settle him into the passenger seat, and buckled him in with the specialized seat extender they’d bought long ago at this very store. He’d grown so much even since then!

Once she plopped down into the driver’s seat, she looked over at him. Phillip was giving her an adoring look and a million watt smile. “You’re so beautiful, Kat,” he said. “I’m going to try and use the treadmill more. I want to take you to nice places, and spend time outdoors and –” He was interrupted by his belly rumbling.

Katrina just laughed. “Maybe we should hit up the buffet on the way home, if your stomach is that empty.” He nodded sheepishly. Phillip’s belly really did make the decisions.