Chapter 3 - Starting to unpack

Jordan tugged her XL grey sweatpants to her chubby hips with both hands firmly grasping the waistband of the slightly tight clothing. It didn’t give as much resistance as she anticipated but it was only going to grow tighter and tighter. Jordan restrained her luscious chubby boobs with her soft cotton bra, but she peered into the mirror to see the fabric starting to stretch to accommodate her growing breasts. Jordan slid her old loose tank top that she would wear when she felt fat that now was starting to transform into a crop top revealing a good chunk of her distended lower belly still crammed with food from the first night with Andrew. Jordan started to dig through her little travel bag to find an eye liner bottle and lip stick; it wasn’t going to be a crazy makeup day just enough to drive Andrew wild. Once she placed the cap on the lipstick Jordan exhaled slightly dreading the prospects of having to unpack.

As Jordan took her first step down the stairs the second her foot hit the step a small shockwave rose through her leg and caused her lower belly to noticeably jiggle. This caused her to halt as her head shot down to look her still slightly jiggling belly. A beaming smile grew on Jordan’s face as she realized that it only took one night of being stuffed by Andrew to finally jiggle her belly from just walking. She curiously watched as she moved her other foot to the next step and watched the shockwave quiver through her lower belly sticking out from her clothes. Jordan could barely contain her ecstatic reaction as she let out a gleeful yelp and watched as her belly jiggled down the rest of the stairs. But after reaching the first-floor walking over a flat area wasn’t producing the same jiggly belly as walking down the stairs. Jordan huffed as she put her hands on her growing hips and said,” Andrew is really going to step up his game, so I am always jiggly.”

She giggled in response to her own statement as her two hands gravitated towards her growing proper belly. As Jordan’s laugh trailed off as she looked at the pile of boxes and luggage that needed to be unpacked. She wandered over to the pile peering at her clean handwritten descriptions on the sides of the corrugated cardboard boxes. The first one she saw was “COLLEGE TEXTBOOBS & NOTES” Jordan giggled as she knew this would be an easy one, she slipped her hands through the hand cutouts and lifted the box only for gravity to drag the box down testing her resolve. She waddled over to the basement door and dropped the box next to it and muttered collecting her breathe, “I will let Andrew find a place for it down there.” She walked over slouched to the tile with her forehead and cheeks flush from lifting the solitary box of belongings. Jordan proceeded to lug a few more boxes of notes and textbooks to the top of the basement door each time sapping more and more of her energy.

By the time she had dragged the last box to the stairs beads of sweat were forming on the upper part of her forehead along her hairline and her cheeks were blood red. Jordan took deep breathes trying to compose herself and muttered, “I need to get in shape, or well other than just looking like a chubby hourglass.” She drifted to the fridge to grab a bottle of pop and looked at the clock in the kitchen that read: 9:23 AM. Jordan moaned rhetorically, “Am I really a sweaty mess after an hour of lifting a few boxes?” She twisted the top off bottle and brought it to her lips to let the refreshing sugar filled beverage recharge her energy to at least handle some of the things she needed to unpack. As Jordan chugged the remained of the bottle she peered around the kitchen until focused on a picture resting on the windowsill above the kitchen. She walked and picked it up and swooned; it was a picture from the first date out with Andrew and inspected how skinny she looked only 20ish pounds ago. Jordan uttered to herself as her other hand grappled with her exposed tummy, “I haven’t gotten that fat, have I?”

She returned the picture to its home on the windowsill and returned to organizing her things. After moving another box of random dorm related items Jordan found a box labeled “Dance”. The top wasn’t taped down that well and Jordan decided to take a little break to peer into the box, what she would find would utterly shock her. Laying on top nicely folded was a pink dress from on of her last recitals in high school; it already made her look chubby when she wore it at 145 a staggering 43lbs ago. Jordan grabbed both shoulder of the dress and raised it up to inspect the old outfit, and a devilish grin grew upon her face. She maneuvered her way to the full length mirror in the foyer. She then proceeded to hold the dress to her now chubby figure to see if there was any chance at all it would fit.

A few hours of organizing clothes in the dresser and closet in the master bedroom ensued as the pink dance outfit laid strewn across the bed with Jordan giddily waiting in anticipation to knock the socks of Andrew. She stripped out of her somewhat sweaty leisure wear to grab a quick shower to clean up to prepare to squeeze herself into that dress, and that’s where the fun began. Jordan first started by stepping into the dress and slowly lifting it up. There was absolutely no resistance until she reached her knees. Then the cellulite started to cling to her fabric as Jordan delicately and deliberately tugging at the resilient dress. It was starting to become a real challenge once it reached her thick hips revealing the massive slab of fat forming above her hips flanking her engorged belly. It got a bit easier to pull the spaghetti straps of the dress up once she cleared the massive obstructions that were only just starting to develop Jordan’s senior year of high school. Her boobs were fighting for room in the top of the dress by bulging out forward forming a large cleavage crack in the front of the dress and having some of her boobs spill out the side. Jordan struck a pose by placing her hands on her hips and placing all the weight on her right leg to raise her left hips in a playful manner. Jordan twirled 90 Degrees and gawked at how much her belly and butt stuck out in either direction. She slapped her butt and mocked while giggling “To believe I thought I had to work out to get a butt this good.” Jordan proud fully sighed with her mind racing about how much Andrew was going to react to how she looked in this old dance outfit.