Just 600. No indication of what 600 meant, just the number 600. Odd, but now you had to see what the number meant. Going into one of the changing rooms, you stripped and put on the t-shirt. It was clearly far too large for you, hanging off you like you were barely there. 600 was clearly too large for you, but something drove you too pull the jean shorts up your body. There was enough room for another one of you in the shorts. Looking in the mirror you felt ridiculous, looking like you were practically swimming in the clothes. The shorts were a bit odd, with the waistband being up under your breasts while there was still room to pull them further up your legs.
Suddenly you felt a bloating in your stomach. Looking down, you saw the t-shirt being pushed out by something. Continuing to look, you felt your stomach pushing some sort of material. Was your belly getting bigger? You moved a hand down to feel it, and found your stomach was getting fatter. In fact, you could feel your whole body getting fatter! Then, you noticed that the jean shorts hadn't fallen when you had taken your hand off it. They were just hanging there! You paused, and focused on how your body felt as it expanded. How it shifted from a jiggle to proper wobbling, how your flesh smoothly rose like bread, then sagged as it grew out far enough. How you had to readjust your stance as your thighs forced themselves apart, and your arms rose as fat on your upper arms and around your sides forced them at an angle to the ground. How you felt your face grow chubby cheeks and a second chin. How your whole body felt heavier every second that passed.
Eventually it stopped, and you studied your reflection. The clothes fit perfectly now, your massive gut sagging almost to your knees, even with it tucked into your shorts. Your arms had filled the short sleeves of the t-shirt perfectly, and even your fingers had porked up. Your breasts had grown, about the same size as your head and supported by your bra, which you found had grown with you. Waddling on thighs as wide as your waist before you put the clothes on, you saw that your ass had grown with the rest of your body to the point where you would probably have trouble witting in any regular seats. Feeling up your new flesh, you gave it a shake, then a slap. It felt... great! The wobble of your new soft body was a wonderful feeling to you.
Waddling out of the changing rooms, you checked with Taylor if this was meant to happen (it was, the number on the clothes was the weight they would make you) and was it reversible (yes, as simple as taking the clothes off). Satisfied with the answer, you began waddling about the shop, to get a proper feel for your new form.
After a while of wobbling waddling, you found yourself back in the weight aisle. Looking about, you had a thought. You loved your new body, but did you have to stay at 600 pounds? Two choices presented themselves. One was to downsize a bit, to 300 pounds, as while you liked being 600 pounds, it was a bit tiring to walk with so much weight. The other was to upsize, and have more of yourself to love. Looking at the tags on the clothes, you found a set of clothes marked as 1200 pounds and specifying that you would still be mobile. You would buy all three sets of clothes anyway (the 300, 600 and 1200 pound clothes) the choice was really just how big did you want to be for the rest of the day. indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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