C.E.O Piggy

⇠Tight Shirts & Tacos⇢

Staring down at the unbuttoned jeans I let out a sigh, the small muffin top turned into a small round belly sitting on the waistband of my jeans. Grunting, I sucked my belly in as far as I could quickly buttoning them, ignoring the tightness. I pulled on my plaid shirt, which was also tight around my midsection, against my better judgment deciding this must work. Walking outside, the driver averted his eyes quickly down to the ground, did everyone notice? The drive to the mall was quick thank goodness, the stuffy car made me even more nervous.

My driver must have noticed me bouncing my leg. "You shouldn't be nervous sir," He commented.

"I'm not nervous." I snapped.

He smiled, "I know it's been a while since you've had a date, sir." They continued.

"This isn't a date either!" I yelled, with a huff. Exiting the car, Christopher bounced from foot to foot racing toward me.

"I was worried you'd change your mind before we hang out, I have rules," I spoke.

"Of course, you do." I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose.

"First and foremost, sir, I address you by your first name. In public, it sounds strange. Two, promise me you'll try to relax and have fun." He listed.

"Fine, I promise," I grunted.

"Onward!" Christopher shouted, intertwining his arm with mine and pulling me inside. Groaning at Christopher's excessive loudness, I decided to keep my mouth shut as we walked inside.

Christopher didn't know how he got here; well, he knew how he got here but he meant sitting outside a dressing room at Macy's bouncing his knee for an hour. "Come on Blake let me see," Christopher called.

"I don't think so. I'm going to have to try on some other stuff." I called back.

Scoffing, Christopher rolled his eyes. "Come on Blake, it can't be that bad." He sighed.

"Oh, that's where you're wrong, Christopher. It most definitely can be that bad and there's no way I'm wearing any of this outside, ever." I argued.

"Come on Blake, we've been here for an hour. I'm hungry, don't make me bust down the door." Christopher threatened with an annoyed growl.

"Fine..." I grumbled as he walked slowly out of the room a few minutes later. The first thing Christopher noticed was how well his blue shirt complimented his boss's skin tone. The shirt also fits over his shoulders; however, the cloth drags across his stomach, somewhat stretching the buttons. Christopher was aware of my weight gain, owing to his involvement. But he had no idea I'd gained that much weight, but the way the shirt fits my body showed my round belly, resting on top of the tight belt, or how my big thighs are encased by too-tight pants that cut into my hips.

"You just need a bigger size, Blake." Christopher finally said.

"Yeah, no shit, Sherlock, but I've already had to move up two sizes this month. I guess I should cut back on the coffee and food." I whispered, grimacing, and stroking my belly.

"No," Christopher answered shortly after.

"No? I'm sorry, but I don't believe you grasp the situation here." I grunted and motioned to my stomach.

"Your fine sir, you just gained a couple of pounds. The shirt is just making it look worse than it is." Christopher lied.

"I guess you're right," I muttered.

"That color looks good on you," Christopher called as I spun on my heels and disappeared back into the dressing room.

"I suppose I'll put it in the pile..." While taking off the tight garments and trying on the next pair, I called. I shuffled out gently after a few minutes of listening to calm elevator music. Christopher had to hold his breath since I was wearing a different shirt and pants than the ones he'd rejected before; the way the buttons strained beneath the pressure of my belly, more than the blue one, only verified that.

"Those look great too, we should get them as well. "Christopher chirped.

"These are even tighter than the last pair," I complained, rubbing a hand down my round belly.

"We'll make sure to add those to the pile too but get a bigger pair. Come on, let's go eat." Christopher said changing the topic.

"I am hungry," I muttered, walking back into the dressing room, and coming out back in my original clothes. After the clothes were bought, Christopher grabbed me by the arm leading me to the food court.

"Find a spot, I'll go get food." He demanded pushing me toward the sitting area. Drumming my fingers on the table, I exhaled softly. Christopher appeared with two trays of food ten minutes later, "Got us some tacos." He said setting down the try.

"How much did you order?" I asked while I examined the try.

"Because you stated you were hungry, I brought you two taco meals." He remarked this while chewing his dinner. I let out a quiet whimper as I looked down at the food, then down to my jeans, before beginning to eat. Christopher looked at me for a few moments before returning his attention to his food. We ate in solitude, listening to the absent conversation of the mall's other patrons. My trousers were tighter by the time I finished the first meal than when we had arrived. My stomach growled as I took a long swallow of my drink, pulling at the waistline of my jeans. I took a brief breath while resting my hand on the slight curvature of my stomach, letting out a shallow breath.

"Getting full already sir?" Christopher asked innocently.

"N-No, just tight," I answered, breathlessly.

"Why won't you unbutton at least your middle button?" He quizzed, nodding his head toward me.

"Because if I do, I won't be able to button it back up," I whispered, my cheeks red with embarrassment.

"Don't see a problem with that." Christopher teased, smiling softly.

"We're in public, not in the office Christopher." I hissed.

"Stop being uptight for five seconds and relax, you promised," Christopher said. Letting out a small sigh, I picked up the remaining taco, glancing at Christopher for a few minutes before shoveling the food into my mouth. I completed the taco in a few minutes, burping softly as I leaned back in my chair, slightly arching my back. I panted gently as I groaned and slid my palm down my stomach, the middle button stretched across my midsection. Christopher watched as the button gently unclipped from the clasp, exposing a clear view of my deep belly button.

"Better?" Christopher asked, arching an eyebrow.

"K-Kind of, still tight," I whined. Christopher reached underneath the table, unbuttoning my jeans, my stomach pushed the zipper down, surging forward in my lap. Burping softly, I moaned softly, leaning my head back while Christopher smiled.

"How about I go get another meal to go for later?" He suggested.

"I-I- couldn't, I already made a pig out of myself today," I whined.

"Not a pig sir, just someone who loves to eat." Christopher corrected.

As I stared down at the inflated mass in my lap, my cheek reddened. "You and I both know you'll get hungry in a few hours, so why not buy it now?" Christopher pointed out.

"I-I-I guess you're right; will you get extra tater-tots?" I questioned.

"As you wish sir," Christopher whispered, standing before disappearing once again.