"Freak!" Roxy yelled and kept walking towards the nearest mall. It was noon already and she had promised to meet with her friends before they head down to the new club what was opened.
As the sun was burning directly from the above. Roxy felt more thristy. She headed inside to the mall she noticed a juice bar. Approaching the counter she asked for a OJ and started to text to her friends. Immediatly as she sat down. She felt something tight slowly pressing her bra, thighs and stomach. She kept drinking the juice and asked where their friends were at while ignoring the pressuring feeling around her body.
Roxy wore a t-shirt, hotpants, sneakers with her typical undergarments for today, but she wanted to buy more fancier clothes for the bar scene. She had only gone to local bars and such, but clubs were a new thing for her. So she had arrangment with her two besties, Jade and Vera an shopping day 8-hour before the day. In her mind she saw herself with a red velvet dress or something like that.
'Maybe if we ask nicely, we can wear them when we buy them', Roxy thought as she typed to the group chat what clothing store they should go on first to see their options. The town had a limited access when it came to the 'fancy' or 'trendy' clothes so the mall was the best option they had. She had drank the OJ in the half-way as she spend her time sitting and feeling somewhat weirdly bloated.
More pressure started to build on the breasts and her panties started to give her wedgies. Something was clearly wrong with her clothing and as she finished the drink. Then she headed quickly to the bathroom to see what the heck was wrong with her.
Quickly she saw her reflection from the biggest mirror above the sink. She couldn't believe her eyes. She looked chubbier than she was moment ago. Her body wasn't that fat, but you could clearly see that her T-shirt was struggling to keep itself together and especially the front valley rack was trying to push out from the bra. The clothes were clearly one size too small for her. She started to panic and hastly run to the nearest stall. She looked at herself and tried to hide herself. She felt hesitant to type about the problem she had and kept trying her best to see if she didn't look so revealing or in the worst case scenario, A CHUBBY SLUT to anybody else.
Her t-shirt revealed her underbelly, breasts were two cup bigger than her regular C-cups, thighs were pushing a pudgier volume from the hotpants, belly was dominant in her look and he crotch felt warmer. She began to sweat and closed her eyes.
Her smell of sweat was very dominant. She tried her best to cry what she looked like, but at the same time she felt oddly confident. The sweat was just her natural musky smell what she had and there was no way no-one saw her as a slut.
'Wasn't this what some would call 'Venus' -body type in the internet' Roxy thought.
She begun to fell more and more brave to face herself. No-one cares what she looks like, so neither should she. Her besties are here soon. If they feel that I am too gorgeous looking then- then I should- then I should just-
Roxy started to feel more unsure why she was hyping herself like this. And then opened her eyes. Then with a big swing she exited the stall to took the most bravest look at herself. And saw that she looked normal.
"HUUuuuH!?" Roxy shouted loudly in front of the mirror.
'Where's all the fat? Thighs? Looks normal to me. T-shirt fits again. Wha- what's happening." Roxy thought as she glanced every inch of her body and didn't notice anything wrong with it. All fit as they should be. How about the sweat smell? Only deodorant. Maybe she was getting dehydrated and just felt delirious or something.
A peeping message from the group chat cut her thought and she saw that her friends has just now arrived at the mall. Before exiting, she took deep breath, closed her phone and took her sights to the front hall of the mall.