Cindy tugged at her jeans. Sucking in her gut, and pulling as hard as she could, she managed to get them on. Unfortunately, she was unable to button or zip them. She had out grown almost all of her clothes, including the stretch pants, which had ripped while she pigged out at the buffet you took her to. Finding a shirt was slightly easier than bottoms. Grabbing a T-shirt, she pulled it over her head. It stopped at her tummy, refusing to cover it no matter how much she yanked it down.
Suddenly, her phone rang. She grabbed it off of her bed.
"Hello?"
"Hey, bae, it's Tyler. I'm outside."
"Hey, Ty, I'm almost ready. Just let me get a jacket."
Cindy grabs her jacket and slips it on. She tries buttoning it, but she can't pull the buttons close. Oh well.
She leaves out, spits him, and gets in his car. They kiss hello, and she tries to buckle her seatbelt. It doesn't reach around her gut.
"So I see that you've been making progress." Tyler says, patting her greatly exposed tummy.
"Yeah. I can't find anything that fits anymore."
"That's fine. We'll go shopping."
"Can't we grab something to eat first? I don't want to outgrow my new clothes right after I buy them."
"Yeah. Good idea."
Tyler drives to Biggie's, and pulls into the drive through.
"Hello, welcome to Biggie's, may I take your order?" The intercom buzzes.
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