40 for 40, Chapter 12: Aspirational

Chapter 12 of 15 of my new weight gain/stuck story, 40 for 40!

CHAPTER 12: ASPIRATIONAL

This was her third big purge of too small clothing in four months. 

Marion hadn’t thought about the hit their finances would take during her plan, the extra food, her wardrobe. She had an unspoken agreement with Roger that they would take on some credit card debt to see her through the end of her plan. She just hoped that after Roger’s birthday she’d be able to slow down and her weight would at the very least plateau.

Roger sat on the bed, watching Marion try on another shirt. 

“This one’s no good either,” Marion could tell by the fit of her fat upper arms, there was no point even trying to button it.

“Just-just, please, for me.”

Marion rolled her eyes at Roger. 

She turned on a silly parody of seduction and attempted to button the blouse. Just two buttons at her waist was enough to demonstrate the gape. “See? Too tight, it doesn’t fit me anymore.”

“J-Just a few more.”

She was never going to sort through her closet at this rate. She needed to find enough safe clothes in her size to take on her work trip. She didn’t want to get caught in a town she didn’t know desperately searching for something in her size, again.

“Okay, I’ll do this one up, but I don’t want to pop a button, some not-as-fat-as-me fat girl out there would probably like to find this at the second hand shop.”

“Thank you.”

Shaking her head, Marion tugged at the blouse, working her way out from the middle buttons at her waist, first up across her bust and then down across her belly. The further down she went the harder it was to join the fabric together across her fat. The last button fell at the fattest part of her midsection. 

“Can you help me with this one?”

Marion stepped up to Roger, straddled his legs and pushed her belly into his face. She was 90% sure she could make him cum in his pants right now if she tried.

Roger took the end of the blouse and tugged it down, across, after several failed attempts got the button into the loop.

“What do you think?”

“I think you’re incredible.”

“I meant the blouse silly, what do you think?” Marion spun around to model the two sizes too small top. 

“It suits you.”

“Yeah? You think?”

Marion rubbed her hands across her round belly, she picked it up and let it drop, sending waves of jiggles across her body. A gasp escaped from Roger’s lips. Marion took pride in it.

She slinked towards Roger on the bed, unbuttoning the blouse, slowly twisting each button and allowing her fat to press it open. 

“Another one for the donate pile.”

She pulled the shirt off her fat arms and tossed it aside, pushing her bare belly into Roger’s face.

Roger wrapped his arms around her hips, grabbing her ass and biting her belly. 

“Yeowch!” Marion giggled and bopped him on the head. 

“Sorry.”

She could see Roger looking behind her.

“What’s that?” he asked.

Marion saw the package at the bottom of her closet. She didn’t want to bring it out, or even talk about it really.

“Nothing, just something I bought online that doesn’t fit, I’m going to return it.” As she said the words she knew it was the exact wrong thing to say to Roger to drop the subject.

“Doesn’t fit, does it?” Roger smiled his dumb labrador smile. 

Marion sighed. 

“Well it was never going to fit, it was… this is embarrassing to say, it was aspirational.”

“You bought something too small to motivate yourself to lose weight?”

Marion knew she was caught, that was a big no-no in Roger’s fat celebratory fat acceptance mind.

“Not lose weight now, I mean, after.”

“After my birthday.”

“And I don’t even have a plan to lose weight after your birthday, it was more a hope.”

“A hope?”

“That maybe, things would settle down before I’m as big as a house.” She knew they were on the verge of a serious conversation but Roger was still holding back smiles. 

“Look, there was this dress, and it was such a cute dress and the store doesn’t carry my size.”

“At all?”

Marion shot Roger a deadpan look, “no, I’m- too- fat.”

“Anyway, I’ve outgrown that store, by a lot, but I thought, who knows what the future holds, maybe my weight will recede like floodwaters and maybe I’d fit into that store’s size range again. And I just really liked the dress, so I bought it, knowing it wouldn’t fit, knowing it might never fit. I just kinda wanted it anyway. So I bought the largest size they had and tucked it away.”

“Can I see it?”

“It doesn’t fit.” She really needed to stop saying that, she could see on Roger’s face and in his pants she’d just talked herself into another too-small fashion show. 

“Okay, but there’s not much to see, it really doesn’t fit.” Stop saying that Marion.

Marion opened the package and pulled out the dress, it wasn’t work attire, it was a dress for a sleek party, not that they went to many sleek parties.

She faced the mirror and held the dress up in front of her, her fat clearly visible on either side, even if it was stretchy, it looked impossibly small holding it up like this. She turned and showed Roger.

“Put it on.”

“That’s just silly.”

“I know.”

Marion could not say no to that goofy smile. 

“Okay, but I’ll need your help.”

“Even better.”

Marion stepped into the dress and before she even pulled it up, “no way, gotta go over my head.”

She stepped back out and brought the dress over her head. It bunched up around her fat arms, “help.”

Roger tugged the dress down so at least her head and arms were through.

“There’s no way.”

Marion started twisting the dress down across her chest, exhaling as much as she could to compress herself. When the bottom of the dress reached past her boobs to the top of her belly she gave Roger a look. A look that said “now’s your chance.”

Marion held the dress at her sides and Roger held the dress at the front and back and the two of them pulled the dress down over her belly. She sucked in as much as she could, she was afraid she’d black out from lack of oxygen. 

“There’s no way.”

But Roger wasn’t giving up, he kept pulling the dress down, almost pulling Marion to the ground. 

They were running out of fabric, the dress was coming up short, just barely reaching the tip of her hanging belly but not covering it, her butt still clearly visible out the back. 

“I can’t breath and it’s not even zipped up.” Marion showed Roger the gap on the side under her arm. 

Roger pressed Marion back against the wall and pressed himself into her belly as he slowly pulled the zipped up, making sure to be extra careful not to pinch her fat. 

“Oh god.”

Marion’s breath got fast and shallow. She was sweating, her face was red, she either had to fuck or faint. The tightness and compression overwhelmed her. 

She pulled Roger’s face to hers and kissed him.

“Fuck me.”

“Okay,” Roger tried to pull the zipper back down but was having trouble.

“Forget the dress, fuck me.”

Marion tugged her panties down from under the dress and bent over onto the bed, looking back at Roger over her shoulder.

Roger frantically undid his pants and freed his erection. Marion reached between her legs and guided him in.

Ah-ah-

She couldn’t even hold herself up, she dropped her face into the bed and grabbed the sheets as Roger rammed into her.

Roger snuck a hand underneath and found her clit. 

She put her arms out in front of her and pushed herself backwards into him. She arched her back and lifted her ass.

POP

The seams were coming undone. With every POP Marion could breath slightly easier, with every deep breath she took more seams gave way.

UNGH pop UNGH pop UNNNNNNGH

RIP

Marion felt her belly drop as the entire side seam split.

She came.

Roger came.

Marion fell onto the bed and Roger fell on top of her. They both caught their breath. 

“Get me out of this dress.”

Roger tried to undo the zipper but Marion’s fat had pushed it off the tracks.

“Get the scissors. Cut me out.”

Roger slipped into the bathroom and came back with a pair of scissors. 

He cut the dress straight up the back. Marion rolled out of it. 

She pulled Roger on top of her, kissing him as she massaging his hard-on back to life for another romp. They looked back at the torn dress beside them. 

“No going back now.”