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Android 18 had been at it for up to twenty minutes now, the sounds of stressed and annoyed grunts echoing from the master bedroom and throughout the home of Krillin and 18's. Maron was fast asleep in her crib for now while 18 took this chance of peace to get ready and changed for her and her husband's planned outing within the coming hours. Krillin was getting off from work early this afternoon, so the plan was for him to take 18 out for a well deserved date night, just the two of them while leaving Maron with a babysitter. But, there was a bit of a snag within the lovely android's plans. You see, for the past twenty minutes, she had been struggling to put on some of her favorite skinny jeans, and failing drastically. The cause of all of this was due to her obvious increase in weight, currently sporting a chubby and plump figure that resisted most of her wardrobe now.

18, a bit in denial about her recent gains and stubborn to boot, wasn't giving up on these jeans though. It had already taken her a good amount of time to put on her black bra and panties before even trying the jeans, a task that was beginning to get tough on a daily basis due to her thick curves pushing against the fabric of her soft yet restraining undergarments. Her panties almost fit more like a thong, seeing as her now huge, bubbly, and round behind was practically swallowing the back of her panties up between her plump buttcheeks. The straps of her panties were creating a flat tire/muffin top combo just under her pudgy and plump rounded stomach, the strap digging into her thickness so much that they'd diappear from sight.

Her bra was't any different either, the edges and straps digging into her soft and smooth skin as her now larger and fuller breasts pushed the bra's capacity to its highest limits. It took her not as lon as her panties to get on, but it was obvious she may have to consider shopping for new sizes. Putting on the weight combined with breast feeding had indeed swelled those mammeries up quite a bit through the recent months, something she knew Krillin enjoyed more than she did.

But now it all came down to her jeans. She had picked out a cute purple blouse to put on as well, but she knew the jeans were going to be an even harder battle than Cell ever was, so she decided to stretch and struggle with those first. Within those twenty minutes though, 18 grunted, sighed, hopped around, and even sat on her bed to try and slide them on while laying down, then top of her jeans barely getting over her huge and thickened thunder thighs.

With an annoyed sigh and look on her face, 18 would make her way to the kitchen with her half-put on jeans resting around her thighs, stomach, booty, and breast wobbling predominantly while she stepped. She opened the freezer and grabbed an ice cream sandwich, one of her favorite desserts she had began eating after Maron was born. At first, she'd have one every other day, loving and enjoying the taste of them. But, every other day turned into one a day, then one a day slowly turned into two, maybe three a day from increasing stress levels from Krillin working so much and taking care of Maron, that and random threats to the Earth. Ice cream sandwiches were like cigarettes to Android 18 now, sometimes eating a full box of them while binge-watching shows.

Now, standing in front of the fridge after unwrapping an ice cream sandwich, the blonde would begin to munch upon it, moaning in delight from the taste, standing there with her right hand subconsciously caressing the top of her plump belly, fingers lightly sinking into the soft flesh, and her left hand pushing the rest of the ice cream sandwich straight into her mouth, she chewing for a moment before swallowing and licking her glossy lips. 18 would then take a deep and relaxed breath while unwrapping another ice cream sandwich, sticking half of the sandwich into her mouth and between her teeth before reaching down and gripping the top sides of the jeans, only to pull them up as best she could. Hopping a bit with the sandwich in her mouth, the pants slowly got fully over her thick thighs and soon over the curve of her rear, finally getting the skinny jeans up to her plump waist!

With an ice cream sandwich filled smirk on her face, 18 had won this battle she thought. Though taking an extra minute to struggle with zipping and buttoning up those jeans, she managed to get them on. 18 pushed the rest of her sandwich into her mouth and soon swallowed the tasty dessert. But sadly, swallowing that last ice cream sandwich would cause the battle she just won to backfire, the strain to the button of her jeans had become too great, causing it to burst right off her pants and strike against a nearby glass jar, shattering it and creating enough noise that would ultimately wake up Maron in the other room. 18 cursed at the situation, sighing and hanging her head a bit before walking off to to go check on Maron.....buuuuut not before prancing back to the fridge and grabbing one more ice cream sandwich for the road~

Description
(Art By )
(Short Story by Me )

Android 18 had been at it for up to twenty minutes now, the sounds of stressed and annoyed grunts echoing from the master bedroom and throughout the home of Krillin and 18's. Maron was fast asleep in her crib for now while 18 took this chance of peace to get ready and changed for her and her husband's planned outing within the coming hours. Krillin was getting off from work early this afternoon, so the plan was for him to take 18 out for a well deserved date night, just the two of them while leaving Maron with a babysitter. But, there was a bit of a snag within the lovely android's plans. You see, for the past twenty minutes, she had been struggling to put on some of her favorite skinny jeans, and failing drastically. The cause of all of this was due to her obvious increase in weight, currently sporting a chubby and plump figure that resisted most of her wardrobe now.

18, a bit in denial about her recent gains and stubborn to boot, wasn't giving up on these jeans though. It had already taken her a good amount of time to put on her black bra and panties before even trying the jeans, a task that was beginning to get tough on a daily basis due to her thick curves pushing against the fabric of her soft yet restraining undergarments. Her panties almost fit more like a thong, seeing as her now huge, bubbly, and round behind was practically swallowing the back of her panties up between her plump buttcheeks. The straps of her panties were creating a flat tire/muffin top combo just under her pudgy and plump rounded stomach, the strap digging into her thickness so much that they'd diappear from sight.

Her bra was't any different either, the edges and straps digging into her soft and smooth skin as her now larger and fuller breasts pushed the bra's capacity to its highest limits. It took her not as lon as her panties to get on, but it was obvious she may have to consider shopping for new sizes. Putting on the weight combined with breast feeding had indeed swelled those mammeries up quite a bit through the recent months, something she knew Krillin enjoyed more than she did.

But now it all came down to her jeans. She had picked out a cute purple blouse to put on as well, but she knew the jeans were going to be an even harder battle than Cell ever was, so she decided to stretch and struggle with those first. Within those twenty minutes though, 18 grunted, sighed, hopped around, and even sat on her bed to try and slide them on while laying down, then top of her jeans barely getting over her huge and thickened thunder thighs.

With an annoyed sigh and look on her face, 18 would make her way to the kitchen with her half-put on jeans resting around her thighs, stomach, booty, and breast wobbling predominantly while she stepped. She opened the freezer and grabbed an ice cream sandwich, one of her favorite desserts she had began eating after Maron was born. At first, she'd have one every other day, loving and enjoying the taste of them. But, every other day turned into one a day, then one a day slowly turned into two, maybe three a day from increasing stress levels from Krillin working so much and taking care of Maron, that and random threats to the Earth. Ice cream sandwiches were like cigarettes to Android 18 now, sometimes eating a full box of them while binge-watching shows.

Now, standing in front of the fridge after unwrapping an ice cream sandwich, the blonde would begin to munch upon it, moaning in delight from the taste, standing there with her right hand subconsciously caressing the top of her plump belly, fingers lightly sinking into the soft flesh, and her left hand pushing the rest of the ice cream sandwich straight into her mouth, she chewing for a moment before swallowing and licking her glossy lips. 18 would then take a deep and relaxed breath while unwrapping another ice cream sandwich, sticking half of the sandwich into her mouth and between her teeth before reaching down and gripping the top sides of the jeans, only to pull them up as best she could. Hopping a bit with the sandwich in her mouth, the pants slowly got fully over her thick thighs and soon over the curve of her rear, finally getting the skinny jeans up to her plump waist!

With an ice cream sandwich filled smirk on her face, 18 had won this battle she thought. Though taking an extra minute to struggle with zipping and buttoning up those jeans, she managed to get them on. 18 pushed the rest of her sandwich into her mouth and soon swallowed the tasty dessert. But sadly, swallowing that last ice cream sandwich would cause the battle she just won to backfire, the strain to the button of her jeans had become too great, causing it to burst right off her pants and strike against a nearby glass jar, shattering it and creating enough noise that would ultimately wake up Maron in the other room. 18 cursed at the situation, sighing and hanging her head a bit before walking off to to go check on Maron.....buuuuut not before prancing back to the fridge and grabbing one more ice cream sandwich for the road~