A Little Extra Room-part 3

Chapter 1

Trixie sighed in relief as she unbuckled her seatbelt, finally able to breathe properly as the bloated overfull swell of her gut surged forward freely. The previous day's shopping trip had ended before it even began after Justin ordered enough for a whole family in the drive-through they’d stopped at, watched Trixie devour it messily until he could barely keep his hands off her, and decided that he needed to take her home immediately. He’d ordered more food on the way, delivery from their favorite Chinese spot, and by the time Trixie had finished one meal, the next had arrived.

She’d stuffed herself with abandon, completely losing control as she crammed down more and more greasy food. Her tank top had rolled entirely under her fattened tits, leaving her growing, globular belly entirely exposed, and her XXXL sweatpants had literally burst at the seams, her plush fat pushing and spilling out as she ignored the snapping threads and took another bite.

She always overate, always took things too far, but yesterday it was like she was in a trance. After demolishing the food they’d ordered, Justin supplied Trixie with snack after fattening snack, pushing her to her caloric limit with everything they had in the pantry until she’d begged for mercy. Justin kept going as usual, pulling out the funnel and pouring 2 pints of chocolate ice cream down her throat while she groaned, both hands rubbing her impossibly bloated belly while she gulped down the fattening liquid.

Justin had wanted to take her to the bedroom, her display of gluttony too much for him to take, but Trixie had eaten herself too fat to move, beached flat on her back on the couch by the mountain of her gut protruding into the air. She had eaten until she was literally trapped within her own fat. Her enormous gut was so rounded by the mass of food inside it that the rolls on her side all but disappeared, replaced by a firm, fatty ball that was packed so tight it barely wobbled.

The top of her gut had rounded significantly over the last month, and before the feast had forced her to her back Trixie had been resting a hand comfortably on the top of her gut as if it were a table, periodically pressing into the swell and forcing out deep burps that just made her eat faster. Her entire body had clearly grown and the feeding session just made things more obvious, made Trixie and Justin take stock of just how far they were going. Trixie was becoming a whale, blowing past fat and stuffing herself closer and closer to morbid obesity with every burger, every swallow of ice cream funneled down her throat.

She was already to the point that basic activities like getting dressed or struggling out of bed left her panting, and the couch was beginning to worry her with its loud protests every time she plopped her growing body down, the creaking of the frame turning her on despite the fact that her overfed ass was a few pounds away from demolishing it. Justin had noticed too, and would sometimes make her sit down, get up, and sit down again, not just to hear the weakening couch crack under her weight, but also to watch the way she heaved herself forward, how she had to brace herself and make several attempts to swing her weight forward, grunting with effort as she struggled to her feet.

The little exercise (the only exercise Trixie ever got outside of the bedroom) left her red-faced and wobbling, sometimes even sweating from the herculean task of carrying around the bugle of excess weight that Justin had crammed onto her once trim form.

Standing up from anywhere was getting more and more difficult, and as Trixie grew, she relied on Justin more and more heavily to do the things she no longer could. Bending down had long been dismissed as an option for her as her chunky belly inflated, growing too large for her to bend down comfortably without her fat getting in the way and throwing off her balance. She was never not stuffed, never went more than a couple of hours without food, and the toll her caloric onslaught was beginning to take was almost as enormous as her.

After yesterday's little binge she’d been stuck on their couch for hours, groaning as her stomach worked overtime to digest the week's worth of food she shoved into her pudgy lips. Once she awoke from sleeping off a bit of her binge her hunger was renewed and Justin took full advantage, replenishing their food stores with a grocery delivery before having Trixie's favorite pizza delivered for the second night in a row, alongside wings, breadsticks, cinnamon rolls, and two liters of soda.

He’d forced her to drink an entire liter of soda before she began, wanting to hear her burp from the pressure and fullness as she ate, and the intoxicating smell of the pizza spurred her on, leading her to down the sugary soda in just a few minutes and begin her gorge. She burped loudly every few seconds as Justin had wanted as she devoured the slices in two bites, her hands working to ease more burps from her bloated middle as she moaned from overfullness, never slowing down until the entire meal had disappeared. Justin's awe and encouragement only made her hungrier, and he’d helped her waddle to the bedroom only to discover she’d eaten herself into such a round, bloated ball that no possible position was comfortable, the first time Trixie had gotten too fat for sex. The situation drove Justin crazy, and the wait for her bloat to go down was well worth her while when he was finally able to take her, the pressure built up from the extended time he’d spent rubbing and exploring her fattening body all released in one go.

Her gain was far past out of hand and was beginning to grow ridiculous. Just that morning, Trixie had been forced to ask Justin for help getting access to her ever-shrinking clothes, the aftermath of last night's feeding leaving her too bloated to suck in and worm her way into the overly narrow closet door. He’d grabbed her a pair of too-tight sweatpants and a t-shirt she could barely get her pudgy arms into that left the lower half of her belly completely exposed, smacking the fatty shelf of her ass and leaving her whole body jiggling after handing her the goods.

He’d also grabbed her a sports bra that she wore often, one of the few her heavy, wobbling breasts could still be forced into, and she discovered that no matter how she repositioned herself in the overtaxed elastic garment she couldn't get it to fit properly, her fat tits pushing over the top and spilling out of the bottom, bouncing unrestricted as they fought to be free from the confines of the insufficient bra. Realizing that nothing left in her closet would fit, Trixie tugged on the t-shirt with her breasts free, turning red as she looked in the mirror and noted just how obvious it was that she was going braless.

Her tits, unlike her belly, had yet to succumb to gravity, and as they grew fatter and fatter they simply bulged out further, resting lightly on the swell of her belly but surprisingly perky despite their heft. Just examining herself in the mirror, seeing her thick, tree trunk thighs straining at the seams of her sweatpants and the bulge of fat where her sleeves were cutting into her chubby arms was enough to get her worked up as she pictured what Justin would say. How he'd study her body like he was trying to memorize it, bend down to kiss the pale swell of her belly as it surged forward, and tell her exactly what he wanted to do to her.

Her nipples were visible beneath the t-shirt stretched thin by her mass, and Trixie tried to focus on something else, to calm herself down so she could go out in public without her oversized tits attracting more stares than they already would. Focusing on anything else when she was that size was impossible however, and even turning to waddle away from the mirror made her body jiggle so widely that she felt herself growing hot.

She’d begged Justin to let her have a light breakfast, arguing that they’d never accomplish yesterday's goal if he couldn't stop himself from undressing her every time she ate, and he's surprisingly obliged, preparing her a moderately sized stack of pancakes, half a pack of bacon, and orange juice. The indulgent meal was so inconsequential compared to what she was accustomed to that it barely amounted to a light snack, and as they pulled up to the town’s run-down, dying mall, Trixie's stomach had begun to growl. She was starving.

“What's wrong?” Justin asked, turning to her as he twisted the keys out of the ignition.

“Nothing,” Trixie grumped a repeat of their argument yesterday.

Her stomach growled again and she sighed as a grin split Justin's face.

“Hungry?” he asked lightly.

Trixie sighed again, louder this time.

“Can we just get this over with?” she asked, irritation coloring her tone. “I just need a few things”

Justin nodded and exited the car, Trixie following suit as she attempted to pull her too-small t-shirt down the expanse of her gut. The fabric wouldn't quite stretch to her lower belly’s hanging, wobbling bottom, and as soon as she released the hem it sprung back up to the middle of her gut, leaving her gluttony on display for all to see. She frowned, attempting to pull the stretched waistband of her sweatpants over her belly, but the elastic was already taxed to the limit by her hips. There wasn't even a centimeter of give and Trixie puffed lightly as she tugged in vain, her lower belly bouncing alongside her tits as she fought to wrench the waistband high enough to cover her shame.

Just had crossed to the other side of the car and was watching her in silence, that same familiar look on his face that Trixie could read like a book as he watched her struggle to contain all the weight he’d packed onto her.

“I’m not sure that’s gonna work,” he finally offered in a voice clearly dripping with want. “Remember yesterday? When you split the sweatpants? You don't want that to happen here.”

Trixie rolled her eyes, embarrassed, and threw up her hands, the sudden motion leaving her fatty arms wagging.

“Fine,” she conceded. “Let's just go.”

Justin grabbed her hand and they walked towards the entrance, Trixie consciously steadying her breathing so it was less obvious she was nearly puffing from a short walk through the parking lot.

I’m getting so fat, she thought, almost wanting to ask Justin for a break but unable to overcome just how humiliating that would be.

They entered the double doors into the large, half-empty space, the shopping emporium briskly cold despite the bright sun and temperate weather outside. Justin and Trixie lived in a small town whose economy had been heavily impacted by the closure of several high-income businesses in the area, meaning that the lack of jobs and proper funding for education and improvement initiatives led many families to pack up and abandon the place they’d once called home.

The town wasn't quite dying but certainly wasn’t thriving, and like many small towns across the US, now featured a semi-depilated mall chiefly frequented by seniors doing laps around its air conditioner walkways for exercise and bored teenagers loitering about with no money to spend. The building was a construction of glass and metal that was modern at one point and the stores within could say the same, each once trendy storefront now appearing dusty and aged and the once enticing advertisements on the wall yellowed.

Trixie would've ordered her clothes online, it's what she’d always done in the past, but this last week had constituted an emergency, and when she and Justin had realized a few days ago that she’d literally outgrown everything she owned he’d promised her a trip to the mall to grab a few things to wear in the meantime. Trixie was determined to find something in the first off-brand store they stopped in, hoping to put a quick end to this whole, humiliating ordeal...





*I hope you enjoyed! The chapter is 5,100+ words and this is a continuing story. Thanks so much for reading:)*