With a firm tug and a small grunt of effort, she pulled the denim upward. The real challenge, however, was the pelvis. Nicoletta turned toward the three-way mirror. The reflection was unequivocal: her backside had become monumental, an imposing mass that seemed to challenge the very capacity of the fitting room. She had gained so much weight, and there, under that white light, every extra pound was visible.
The jeans, despite being a gigantic size, struggled to rise past the curve of her hips. Nicoletta had to perform a wiggling motion, almost a clumsy dance, the fabric to slide over that exaggerated roundness. When she finally managed to wedge her pelvis inside the pants, the sound of the zip rising was like a mechanical groan.
She looked at herself in the mirror again. The jeans were enormous, yet on her, they looked like a second skin, stretched to the limit. Her butt filled the back completely, straining the seams almost to the bursting point, creating a massive and dominant
