This choice: Frowned, liking her fat but hating her clothes not fitting • Go Back...Chapter #4Frowned, liking her fat but hating her clothes ... by: Swordsmith   "Ugh, you're just too much trouble, missy!" Suzie said looking down, as she gave her half-exposed belly a disciplinary slap. This sent little ripples throughout her middle, threatening to snap her strained button free. Suzie realized she was still sucking in her breath, which she needed to do so that her jeans could button closed. She let go with a sigh, and closed her eyes. I love these jeans! She thought to herself. It's a shame I have to get rid of them.
Suzie was fatter than she was last week, when these clothes fit, but that was expected. You see, Suzie's family was very fat-positive. her mother was extremely fat, and her older sister was maybe twice Suzie's size. They encouraged her every day to take an extra helping of food at each meal, and a weight-gain shake that she would drink from periodically, until empty. In terms of Calories, Suzie consumed in one day what most children would in three, and this caused her body to plump up at an alarming rate. In a good week, Suzie could gain as much as seven pounds of pure blubber on her small body, and with practice, Suzie knew she could bring that number up more and more. Last time Suzie stepped on a scale, she was eighty pounds. That was a whole week ago, so Suzie knew she had to have gotten bigger since then.
Suzie's eyes were still closed, and she sat there, imagining how big she would get. One hundred pounds on her forty-five inch tall frame was her goal for now. She imagined her big, soft belly, and seeing it hang lower and lower down her thighs as she grew fatter with no end in sight. She put her hands on her chubby belly as she did, unaware of a faint whining sound coming from her jeans button. At this point, it wouldn't take much to break it. Suzie accidentally grazed the edge of it with her finger, and
SNAP
Suzie's eyes flew open in shock! She looked around her room, seeing nothing broken, and then looked down, seeing the torn button flung free from her waistband. She frowned, because even though they non longer fit, she did like these pants. She gripped the mouth of her ruined pants with either hand, deciding to hoist her sagging belly from its prison. She held it for a moment, noting that, when she did, it bunched up in her arms, obscuring her toes beneath it. A few months ago, Suzie had gotten fat enough that her belly started to hang just slightly over her waistband. Over that time period, her belly hung lower and lower, and now rested a full quarter of the way down her thighs. She let go of her weight, emitting a satisfying *plap* as the hanging mass of little-girl fat collided with her rounded thighs.
"I love the sound my belly makes when I drop it like that. And now", Suzie said to herself, "let's see just how big I'm getting!"
Suzie walked over to the scale kept in her room, tapping her foot on it to clear it, and then stepped on. After a moment, the digital scale read: 89
"That's," she thought for a moment, figuring out her gain, "nine pounds in a week! I'd better-"  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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