Marjorie slipped into her Fat Lady costume again, amazed at the natural feel of the thick pads that made up 90% of the costume. After slipping, snapping and strapping the costume on again, she turned to the mirror and slipping the black, curly wig over her hair again. Tucking in the few. stray strands of her hair, she picked-up the dress...
...and had a really wicked thought.
Waddling over to the extra clothes (the pads were thick and cumbersome, restricting her movements and making her somewhat clumsier) she laboriously bent down and plucked the tube containing the bra from the pile.
She removed the garment and held it up in front of her. It was made of a black, largely transparent, lacy material and had a tiny red bow stitched just between the two massive cups.
It also looked like it might double as a parachute in emergencies.
After snapping the five catches in the back (she knew that she'd never be able to reach behind her cumbersome frame to do it) she slipped the bra over her head, slipped her arms through the straps, the pulled it down and managed to barely fit her massive breasts into the cups. She was intrigued to find that the bra was a little too small, and that her costumes breasts looked as if they'd burst out of the confining material at any movement. She posed and shifted in the mirror, oddly pleased by the effect.
Then she started the long and difficult process on stepping into the enormous panties (also decorated with tiny red bows) and figuring out how to get that garter belt and those fishnet stockings to fit her keg-thick thighs.
Meanwhile, Dave was inspecting the costumes packaging and thinking about Marjories costume. It was amazing that a costume so involved and professional looking hadn't cost her more money. And all those clothes! Once she was done slipping into it (it seemed like it was taking forever) he'd have to inspect those tubes and see what else was in them.
He noticed a box of bon-bons, and remembered that she'd said they'd been included with the costume. He looked for an ingredients list, but found nothing. Finally he started to get undressed, so he could get into his own costume. The party started at 7:00, but he wanted to get there a little early if possible. In that huge outfit, he doubted that Marjorie wanted to walk far outside, so he intended to...
"Hey, Davie-boy! Check it out, huh stud?"
Dave turned at the sound of Marjories voice (well...not really her voice, because Marjorie was trying to speak in a high, breathy tone normally associated with bimbos and such), but was so shocked by her appearance that he lost his balance and dropped to the floor. He gaped up at the huge, round figure that was slowly making her way to him.
He was prepared for the size, but not the outfit...or the face. She wore the black, lace bra, panties, garter-belt and fishnet stockings, and the little black slippers...but it was the face that drew him
The fingers were tipped with long, red nails and her hair was carefully tousled and tossed...
Her lips were painted a gaudy crimson and her blush was too noticeable to be respectable. Not to mention the little black beauty mark on her cheek..
Her eyes were framed by thick, long, obviously fake lashes and dark, smoky eye shadow...
But it was the vapid, empty face beneath that paint that had shocked him. Marjorie looked as if she was more than just a little out of it.
Giggling and swaying towards him, Marjorie cooed "Oh, Davie...I'm soooo glad you like it. I wasn't real sure at first, but after I got everythin' on, it jus' looked...really AWESOME! I ju's feel so big an'sexy!"
Then she giggled and helped him to his feet. "I'm just playing with you Dave. Still, I'll bet mine is the only costume they'll remember when the nights over. Get into your costume and let's get going."