Woah!

MJ announced that she got us new uniform shirts. I was a little worried that they only went up to XL. The polo shirts weren’t stretchy, and there was no way I would be able to close the button up ones around me. I told MJ, “There aren’t any shirts that are 2 or 3 X?”  She put her hand on my cheek and said, “Aw sweetie, you’re blushing.”  I laughed quietly and put my hand at the end of my belly. “I’m just getting so fat lately, I don’t thing they’ll fit.” 

MJ said, “They run big, though. Come on let’s try some on.”  

I slipped my arms through the button down shirt. It buttoned fine around my boobs, but was super tight around my belly. It was so tight around me that I thought one wrong move would make a button pop off. MJ walked into the room and said, “Wow that button right by your navel is going to pop right off!”  I sat down on a chair and undid the struggling button, and when I did, my belly popped out like it couldn’t wait to get out of there. MJ snickered and tickled me right in the spot that was exposed, where the button wouldn’t fasten around me.  I giggled even though I was embarrassed.  

Then I tried on the polo shirt. It barely fit me. It felt skin tight around my midsection, and kept creeping up. The bottom of my belly hung out the bottom unless I pulled it down over it constantly. MJ tickled the bottom of my belly that was hanging out of the shirt and said, “Don’t worry honey, I’ll order you 3X.  You’ll get plenty of belly room.”  I took the shirt off and MJ tickled me again, making my big belly jiggle up and down. I laughed hysterically and grabbed the end of my belly to stop the jiggling. “What am I going to do?” I said in despair. “My belly is so fat it’s like a beach ball!”  

MJ tickled me harder in the sides and said, “My big beach ball full of jelly.”  

I put my arms around her neck and let her jiggle my fat beach ball belly all she wanted.