"Look, Chris, let's go to that store, I'm sure they have things your size."
He pointed at a plus-size clothing store, across from the one they were in. In Chrissie's eyes, though, before looking at the store she saw an ice-cream stand. She nodded, her mouth almost drooling, because the fitting room had made her hot everywhere, she now needed something to cool down. After they finally got her some clothes that fit, she could not help but go for ice-cream. She liked it so much that she asked for a milkshake after having eaten a cone. It was a hot Saturday, and when they got inside the car she grabbed her oversized t-shirt and waved it up and down, to ventilate her belly.
When they got to his house, she walked inside and threw herself on the couch. She threw her sweaty t-shirt aside and sighed, laying down with her thick arms outstretched above her head. When he looked at her, he noticed the open button of her very worn out jeans, and how much of a heavy muffin-top she was sporting. Even laying down like that, her belly was tall and heaving up and down slowly.
She removed her pants. It has concealed the fupa forming under her midsection, her orange panties in full display.
"What are we doing for your birthday?" Ritchie asked, "I thought we could go out of town, Boe told me there's this concert in the middle of nowhere, it's supposed to be pretty cool."
"Huh... Who's playing?"
"A bunch of underground bands, I think, maybe there's someone big but they haven't said who. Boe is going because there are rappers as well. It's like a small festival, we can camp there and stuff."
"I don't know, I thought we'd get shitfaced and eat birthday cake here at your place."
"Oh, that's fine by me, just thought you'd like to do something different."
"It sounds tiring..." she looked at him, her eyes with pin-up style eyeliner, "plus, I hate mosquitoes."
He laughed.
"Alright then, b-day cake it is," he concluded smiling.