Quickly, she got up from the couch, although with newfound struggle due to the girth of her bloated midsection. She ran off to her room to find some clothes to wear, and decided to ask her servant for some help, that being Dana. Well, to be precise, she yelled at her to “get her lazy ass up” and “choose an outfit” for her.
Not wanting the paparazzi to snap pictures of her tummy just yet, she chose a grey hoodie and a pair of skinny jeans, and then left after being shooed by Alex so she could change. Still, she stayed to peek through the door lock.
She took off her shirt first, fully showing off her torso. Her boobs got softer, probably going up a cup size, slightly spilling out of her bra both from the top and the bottom. As she pulled down the sweater, it got stuck for a second or two on her round midsection, which had already started slowly getting a little smaller, but certainly softer. Still there was barely any struggle for the top. She had fun watching her go for the bottom, however.
Taking off her current pair of sweatpants seemed to already be a struggle, the band having left significant red marks where they dug. They struggled as they went down her softer thighs, but it was an easy journey from then on, taking them off completely. Her panties, though, were almost uncomfortably digging into her flesh, creating a pair of what were soon-to-be love handles.
She grabbed the skinny jeans and pulled them up, the pair getting stuck on her thighs. She pulled and pulled, and they barely got up each time. She didn’t give up though, whining to herself about how they must have shrunk in the wash, and eventually they got up to her ass, which only made the challenge harder.
After minutes of pulling, they got up, and the biggest challenge presented itself when it came to zipping them up and buttoning them up. Maybe, just maybe, Dana had chosen that pair specifically just to watch her struggle for once in her life. Her packed belly completely blocked the way of the zipper, making it impossible to get it up. She sucked in, managing to get it up just slightly before she ran out of breath, and her belly pushed it down again, the pressure forcing a stifled belch out her lips. She lied down on the bed, the jeans uncomfortably digging into her, and she once again sucked in as much as she could.
Finally, the zipper went up, and she rushed to get the button together, although with great struggle. When she finally allowed herself to breathe, it was a miracle it didn’t pop off and fly through the room, but it certainly looked like it was holding on for dear life as the tight pair formed a legit pair of love handles.
Dana was quick to leave the hallway when Alex got closer to the door, not wanting to be found out in her peeking activities. The girl simply went to go do her makeup, and she was ready to go soon enough, calling her servant over once again, asking her to drive her to the address her father had sent her in the meanwhile.
Dana sat in the driver’s seat, while Alex was next to her, and she watched as she struggled to sit down due to her belly pushing against the tight jeans, which eventually were pushed down under the newfound girth of her bloated midsection sitting on her lap. She took a quick glance again, noticing how her thighs were fighting against the fabric of her jeans and her ass crack peeked out of the back.
They came in early, and Alex left the car without even saying thank you. Dana had gotten used to it, though.
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