Kate took me shopping today. After last week's brunch, it was fairly obvious I'd be needing more form-fitting clothing soon. And while I did enjoy oversized sweaters and lounging around all day mostly naked, I still wanted to dress up on occasion. The only things I could still comfortably wear were my fishnets and gym shorts, and even still they were beginning to wear tight on me. Especially with all this new fat going down to my hips and ass, the shorts weren't covering as much as they used to. "Thrift stores are the best for buying new clothes for a growing girl like yourself," Kate said as we walked into the store. She gave my ass an encouraging slap, making the fresh layer of fat jiggle under my shorts. "We could always buy bigger sizes to anticipate your growth, but where's the fun in that? I don't know about you, but I love the struggle, the realization you've gotten bigger than your britches, so to speak." Kate was always so bubbly and entertained when it came to talking fat. I could always catch her looking at me, admiring how big I was becoming. Even now as we walked through the store, I noticed her sideways glances, watching my belly ripple with each step I took. Borrowing clothes from Misty again, they were less baggy and more clingy than they had been before. She wore a size medium, despite her gigantic tits needing at least a 3XL to fit comfortably. Somehow, some way, she managed to squeeze into large sizes without absolute shredding them to pieces. Obviously with her tits taking up most of her upper body, they stretched her shirts and made even her longer shirts look like crop tops. For me, I still hadn't gotten much bust growth with my excessive eating, so the shirts fit fine there. Misty was much slimmer than me in the belly region though, making my chubby belly very visible to the outside world. I entrusted Kate with picking out clothes she thought suited me in my new fatty form. With my hips covered in a thick new layer of fat and my belly bulging and being bouncier than ever, jeans were out of the question. My new wardrobe would now consist of things with the word "stretchy" in front of them. Sweatpants were an instant classic for Kate, grabbing me an assortment of colors and lengths for every occasion. Of course, she still wanted the world to view how voluptuous I was becoming, so tight-fitted tops were a must, especially if they were juuuuust a bit too short, exposing my small but pronounced belly hang. Everything would fit snug, hug every plump curve on my body, and allow me to expand and explode into the ball of fat I've always been destined to be. We spent an hour in the store, Kate finding me different clothes to try on. After I broke the zipper on a skirt for the third time, we decided to leave. A whole lot of shopping really builds up an appetite, so Kate decided to take me through a few fast food drive-thrus to hold me over until dinner. Nothing beats eating cheap, delicious food while someone else drives you around. As soon as I was done with my triple cheeseburger and fries from one place, we'd pull into another place and I'd get to work on a party pack of tacos, and then a couple of club sandwiches, and then an extra-large mocha milkshake. Each stop I would be plumper than the last, fighting the seat belt with my engorged stomach. All I had to do was ease the seat back, loosen the drawstring on my new sweatpants, and let the food slide down my gullet. I was an immobile mass of fat by the time I gulped down the last of our fast food haul. Kate was loving it, pushing her small hands into my stuffed sides, watching as my belly jiggled less and less with each bite I took. Kate was insatiable when it came to feeding me and watching me gain. I swear, if I didn't have a limit to how much food I could fit in me, Kate would never stop feeding me. She's really been the only reason I've grown so much over the past few weeks. "Look how fat you've gotten, darling." Kate was grabbing at my belly, her thumb in by belly button and her fingers gripping my underbelly. What was once my small, petite frame now had become a heavy house of blubber for Kate to play with and fill to the brim. Must be forty pounds heavier now. I couldn't really think of an exact number I had been beforehand; probably somewhere around 120 pounds. As I laid back in my seat, letting Kate play with my fat, I could visualize a scale going up and up, way past 120, 130, 140. I have to be nearing the 170s, I'm way too heavy not to be. "Are you full yet?"