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The Trial, Day 3: Mirror, Mirror
🕑 Added 2025-07-31 00:19:38 +0000 UTC
"Not again..." Jane moaned, her ass bulging out of another dress.
This was the third she had tried on and either none of her clothes fit any more, or her ass was purposefully getting bigger each time she put on a new piece of clothing.
"What the hell am I going to wear?!" she asked herself.
Since yesterday at the corner shop, her ass seemed to be slowly, yet gradually getting bigger with each passing second. At first it was exciting, her ass looked great in her dresses and she became wet just looking in the mirror. Her hitachi lay on the bedside table, almost mocking her now.
Jane looked at the large pile of clothes on the floor, and the small pile of clothes on the bed, which she had yet to try.
She sighed, already knowing the outcome, but grabbed a pair of baggy sweatpants and tried them on.
She almost got them over the bulge of her cheeks, now the widest circumference of her body, before she struggled to pull them further without ripping.
She tried wiggling her hips, desperately trying to find an angle that would create more room in her sweatpants, her exposed flesh jiggling with every wiggle. Slowly, millimeter by millimeter, she managed to pull the waistband further up her butt, until she had successfully put on one pair of pants.
"Yes, oh my god FINALLY!" Jane yelled, turning to look in the mirror. Immediately, her excitement disappeared.
Her sweatpants looked like they were painted onto her. She turned to look at her butt and softly gasped as she saw the stitching starting to come apart already.
Testing the movement in her legs, she found that she could barely walk, let alone go up stairs, sit down, or pretty much anything else.
Jane sighed. She was right after all.
She started to peel the sweatpants off, but straight away she was struggling to get them to move.
"Why am I trying to save these? It's not like I can wear them any more..." she said.
Jane bent over forward as far as she could go, until she felt the seams burst in her pants with a mighty 'SHRRRIIIIIIPPPPP'.
The effort made her cheeks clap together and her sweatpants, now useless rags, hung from the waistband, still intact. Seeing how much of her ass was visible through the gaps in the fabric, it was a wonder she got them on in the first place.
She ripped off the rags and grabbed her towel, the only thing that definitely fit.
Jane turned to look in the mirror. Her ass was humongous. Had it gotten bigger again? She was losing track. She held up her towel, trying to cover herself, but the way the towel fell only served to highlight her hips, flaring out dramatically either side of her.
She felt hopeless. The only thing left on the bed was an ugly pair of gym leggings. They were on sale, but she had gotten the wrong size, one too big, so she had never worn them.
Jane dropped the towel and stepped in to the leggings.
Astoundingly, they went up with much less fuss than the sweatpants. They were a very tight fit, sure, but not so tight that she couldn't move or had to worry about them bursting and showcasing her bulging ass cheeks to the world again.
Dreading the view, she turned around to see what her butt looked like. Jane gave a sarcastic laugh.
While her sweatpants had been splitting at the seams, they still had the good sense to cover her butt completely. Her leggings did no such thing. She saw a deep cleavage, and her leggings went all the way in. She may as well be naked.
Almost in response, her butt jiggled. Apparently her leggings wouldn't help there either.
She massaged her temples. She was now twice as big as even the biggest women she had seen on Instagram.
"It's fine. They fit, they cover your ass. Just wear a long coat and you can go out long enough to get some new clothes." She said, thinking out loud.
Gingerly, she sat down on her bed. The leggings were still tight, but she felt safe enough moving slowly. Her legs and lower back ached.
Maybe tomorrow she could go for a dip in the swimming pool at the gym? Just for an hour, to take the weight off her lower body. Could she risk it? Maybe not, but even just floating the idea in her head, she was more than tempted already.
Fuck it. If her leggings still fit tomorrow, she would go for a swim and then get some new clothes. That would be fine, right?
Right?
