For the Quarterback: A story of love and indulgence

A New Wardrobe

**Chapter 21: A New Wardrobe**

That weekend, I decided it was finally time to buy bigger clothes. I couldn't avoid school forever, and the thought of facing my classmates in clothes that no longer fit was daunting. I pulled on my biggest hoodie, which now hugged my belly and breasts a little too snugly, and slipped into a pair of my largest leggings. They could no longer cover my belly, so I had to allow it to roll over the waistband completely.

Driving felt different now. I used to walk for short trips to the store, but carrying around all my added weight had me winded far too easily. When I settled into the driver's seat, I felt cramped, needing to adjust everything to accommodate my new size. It was uncomfortable, but I pushed through, determined to find clothes that fit.

Once I arrived at the mall, I beelined to my favorite store, but as I started browsing, reality hit. Nothing in the store was over an XL. I was most definitely out of that size at this point. My heart sank a little as I realized I had sized out of my beloved shop. Anger bubbled up, directed not just at my situation but also at the store for not having a wider range of sizes.

Huffing out of the store, I decided to treat myself to something sweet to lift my spirits. I bought a large frozen yogurt, loaded with sprinkles, cookies, and syrups, and settled into a tiny chair to enjoy it while watching the hustle and bustle of the mall.

As I sat there, cute couples gave me a small twinge of jealousy. My gaze drifted, and I spotted an absolutely massive woman sitting a few dozen feet away. She looked to be around 500 pounds, wearing a massive dress that clung to every roll of fat spilling out of her. Her butt cheeks were so huge that I was surprised she didn't need two chairs, one for each cheek.

A thought flickered in my mind: I'm not that big. Not yet. I sighed, knowing I was out of control with my eating. I looked down at my overflowing frozen yogurt, a sugary mountain of indulgence. But if I kept eating like this, I would be that woman's size in no time.

After finishing my yogurt, I made my way to the mall map to try and find a plus-size store. Thankfully, there was one nearby. I headed over, my heart racing with a mix of anxiety and hope.

Walking inside, I was pleasantly surprised. The clothes didn't look too bad; I had feared a sea of moo moos and ugly blouses. The saleswoman at the counter was very fat, her massive belly prominent. She looked up and greeted me with a warm smile.

"Hi, how can I help you today?" she asked as she waddled around the counter. "Looking for anything in particular?"

Nervous, I managed to say, "Not really, I just need bigger clothes."

Her expression softened, and she replied kindly, "Ah, I see. Recently expanded your taste and now you need a wardrobe that fits your new life?" She smiled a little, trying to lighten my mood.

I nodded, feeling a mix of embarrassment and relief.

"Let's get you the basics then? A few pairs of pants and a few cute tops? Let's find something that flatters those lovely hips. By the way, my name is Becky."

She waddled off toward the racks, pulling items out with an enthusiasm that made me feel more at ease. I was grateful she had taken the reins since I had no idea where to start.

Becky handed me a bunch of clothes and led me to a dressing room. "Try these on. I think I got the right size, but let me know if you need to go up or down."

I stepped into the first pair of pants, and to my surprise, they fit beautifully. They hugged my curves perfectly, accentuating my hips. I slipped on the first blouse to match, taking a moment to admire my image. I felt gorgeous. My large body looked stunning in these clothes; all the right things were emphasized, and the wrong things downplayed. My cleavage was enticing, and my wide, round hips looked fabulous.

Stepping out of the dressing room to show Becky, I was met with her excited reaction. "Oh, look at you! Aren't you a vision? Practically a plus-sized Aphrodite!"

I blushed at the compliment, feeling a swell of confidence. I was definitely buying all of these clothes. There was no need to try on the rest. I wore my new outfit out of the store, a spring in my step and my self-image somewhat restored.

Feeling empowered, I decided it was time to treat myself to lunch and a movie.