Clara and her friend had decided that today was the day for the two would head out to the mall, if for nothing more than to just get out of the house. As if by clockwork, the two instinctually headed for the food court shortly after their arrival, where Clara grabbed a helping of her favorite treat, a tall cone of chocolate-vanilla swirl soft serve ice cream. Leaving the food court with her frozen treat, Clara's vision was immediately struck by the cutest yellow sundress she had ever seen. From its bright color to the adorable, little lightning bolts that adorned the dress. She knew she had to have it.
After the short, but very wide, Raichu had requested to try on the dress, she received a look of utter disbelief from the salesclerk as the dress was clearly much, much too small for anyone of Clara, or her friend's size, but the Raichu didn't care, she had to try the dress on.
As Clara was shown the dress, she could see that it rode down all the way to the clerk's ankles. She could already imagine herself in the dress and how beautiful she look in it, however, Clara's massive body had different plans for the dress. Handing her ice cream to her friend, Clara began trying to pull the dress over her mass, but found that the more she slipped the dress on, the tighter the dress felt. Soon through various tugs and pulls, even requiring help from the salesclerk, Clara was able to get the dress on, however, while the dress itself was an ankle-length cut, on Clara it was barely able to fit over her massive ass and its sleeves were so tight on the obese Raichu, that it felt as if they were digging into her to the point of cutting off circulation.
Even with the dress practically clinging to Clara, the Raichu was satisfied enough that the dress was at least wearable. Asking for her ice cream cone back, Clara took a single bite out of the frozen treat, which proved to be her undoing as once she swallowed the large bite, she could hear the sharp sounds of rips and tears and the sudden sensation of the dress no longer feeling tight. Turning her head back to stare at a conveniently placed mirror, Clara could see that the single bite of ice cream had caused the Raichu's fat to tear and pour through the fabric around her ass, the middle of her back and around her pillowy upper arms. With a sigh of utter defeat Clara asked her friend, "Hey, does this dress make me look fat?", but before her friend could even answer Clara continued by saying that it didn't matter as she was going to buy the dress anyways.
"Why?" her friend asked. "Because I can't get the dress back off." Clara sighed as she took another bite out of her ice cream.
