Chapter #6'Size' Aisle by: Unknown You approach the aisle marked "height" and observe all of the available sizes. There are clothes that range from incredibly small to insanely large, the largest ones being the size of bedsheets. Not wishing to go too extreme, but still wanting to grow, you claim a long pair of pants marked "7'3".
"Will I be able to fit in these?" You ask Brandy.
"Sure, you will. It'll be tight at first, but they'll eventually shape themselves into your body's shape."
Back at the changing room, you strain to remove the enormous pair of pant's you're wearing and replace them with the new pair. Although you have some difficulty, you manage to work on the incredibly snug jeans, which still have over a foot of length beyond your feet.
After a few seconds, the clothes begin to recognize your body and you start to grow. As your body becomes longer, you still have an enormous amount of fat on your body, causing the changing room to become more and more cramped.
Just as your head peeks above the changing room that now squeezes at your fat, the growth stops. Brandy was watching this all unfold and giggles.
"Need some help?"
"Uh, I think I'm fine..." You shift around in the snug changing room and open the door, your fat spilling out. Once you exit, you can fully take in your massive size.
You give your four foot long belly a squeeze, enjoying its huge size and softness. As you begin to walk around, you begin to really enjoy the feeling of your fat shifting around, along with the sensation of outmatching near everything in size and scale.
"I think I'm going to go with this!"
"Alright, then. I'll be at the register."
You return to the changing room and take off the clothes, shrinking down back into your minute self. After slipping on your old clothes, you stuff the large clothing into your bag and head towards the counter.
Brandy scans the clothes and types into the register, which spouts a small receipt.
"Also, I should tell you that all mix-matched clothes involving weight gain come with a 60% discount on rubberizer."
"What's rubberizer?"
"This is rubberized." She reaches beneath the counter and retrieves a bottle of transparent, blue fluid. "If you substitute this for detergent when you wash them, each bit of clothing will achieve their bonded result, rather than you needing both to grow. Plus, it makes them more rubbery, allowing you to gain more and stretch them."
"Huh..." You utter as you examine the bottle.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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