chapter 1

All eyes were on 25 years old Claire Baker, as she slowly waddled out of the plus size clothing store, empty handed. She was a sight to see. Double chin, no neck. She was spilling out of her clothes: her arms looked like their circulation was going to get cut of by her sleeves; her huge butt was a shelf; she had 3 belly rolls, with the last one hanging pass her knee caps. Her short legs were large and stump and had fat rolls. Men mocked her, walking beside her, in slow exaggerated steps, throwing insults at her.

“Jabba the Hutt coming through!”

“Earthquake!”

The older men would whistle and say, “lard-ass,” “Blubber-gut”, and some even came up and poked her in the abyss of her belly. They quickly walk away and laugh, knowing she could never catch up to them at the speed she was going.

Girls gave her looks of disgust, pity. They’d laughed and said out loud so she Claire could hear, “thank gosh we’re not that whale!”

Claire tried to hold her head high, ignoring the bullies. She was shopping today because she had outgrown all of her other clothes. She had no success in the women’s plus size clothes. She entered a plus size store for men, and walked up to an older gentleman sales person.

He looked her up and done, disgust registered on his face. “Can I help you? You’re in the wrong store,”

Claire swallowed her pride and spoke, “I need some clothes. I’ve outgrown the plus size section in the ladies department,” her face redden as she spoke.

The gentleman clucked his tongue, shaking his head.

“Very well then,”

He took his measuring table around his neck, and put it around Claire’s chest, wrote the measurement down. Then he did it around her largest belly roll. Her navel was wide and exposed. He stuck his pen in there, deep, shaking her belly side to side. Claire yelped as the pen was in deep, half way.

“How much do you weigh, you obese Jelly-Belly?” He smirked, taking his pen out.

The pain in her belly button was sharp, but Claire could not reach and rub there.

“Five-five hundred and two,” she stammered, ashamed.

Greg, the salesperson slapped her large mammoth belly and watched it shake. “How did you get so huge?! No young woman should weigh that much! My granddaughter who is around your age is 1/10th your size!”

Claire redden, so ashamed.

“I eat,” she said simply, embarrassed.

Greg took both hands and shook her stomach, in disbelief. “No doubt you ate! Did you eat a house or two? You are the fattest pig I’ve ever seen! A whale! The width of a submarine!” He tried to measure the depth from her belly button to the end of her butt, but only came up 2/3.

Claire, having enough of the man’s insults, tried to get away. But Greg tripped her and she felt herself falling forward. She tried to steady herself with a nearby clothing rack, but she was too heavy and took the rack of clothes down with her.

There was a big clash, and loud thump.

Every part of her body slammed hard on the carpet, and ripples of fat blubber were sent across her body from impact.

Greg watched in horror.

“Hmph! Please help me up!” Claire cried, trying to roll. With great effort she rolled herself onto her back, but she was breathless. She heard a loud rip too, as her thin t-shirt fabric ripped, exposing her whole belly and her large breasts in their too tight bra. Her belly rolls and breasts were still jiggling from rolling over. She started crying in embarrassment as Greg called out, attracting nearby salesmen and clients.

“This land whale has fallen!”

All men in the store came over, gawking at this obese pathetic blob lying on the floor, crying, and breathing hard. Some bent down and poked her belly, grabbing a fist full and jiggling it. Others touched her blubbery arms and breasts.

“Boss, what should we do with this whale?” one young salesman asked, jiggling Claire’s gut.

Greg smiled politely at his clients and answered. Our store is closing now, gentleman, as my colleagues and I deal with, er, a large issue. Sorry for the inconvenience.” Men chuckled and threw the shirts on the ground on top of Claire, giving her some decency before leaving the store.

Greg closed the store with the gates and came back. Him and two other salesmen looked down at the whimpering blob. She was trying to get up, her body juggling with each attempt. Her huge stomach pinned her down, and her arms and legs has too much rolls and flab, adding weight to the ground.

“Please, please help me get up,” Claire whimpered. She realized that the gates of the store was blacked out. No one could see in or out.
“Not yet, piggy,” Greg said, putting a foot on her gut, moving it. “We’re going to have some fun with you first.”