by kid a » Thu Aug 18, 2022 8:32 pm
Part 10
Marcy stood there in the grocery store with her hands on her hips. The classic fat girl pose; not that she wanted to, but like all those other fatties out there she didn’t really have a choice.
Her huge, thick hips and ass jutted out considerably from the nucleus of her ever-widening mid section and belly, forming an ample and circular shelf above her now tree-trunk thighs. A substantial barrier for anything that lurked above, which in this case was her soft, massive arms.
Her plump hands, which were about the very last thing on her land whale form that could be deemed “plump”, were curled into half-fists, resting atop her hips. Meaty forearms were planted above, while her gigantic blubbery arms cascaded down in several rolls of thick dimpled fat, the lower sections dangling over her juicy elbows.
A young girl toddled by, clinging onto the hand of her mother who rushed hurriedly ahead, a sole loaf of bread clutched to her chest.
“Mommy - look at the fat lady!!” she exclaimed in an understandable yet cringe-worthy outburst of innocence.
Marcy, out of the apartment for the first time in over 2 years had never been called “fat” in her life. Sure, she knew she had gained some weight, but the protracted drip-drip of her sizeable expansion, shielded from the outside world and any negative comments had blurred her mind and perceptions.
So instead of feeling shame for her conspicuous appearance, she became instantly curious. Who could this girl be referring to? Long-buried cynicism and cattiness re-emerged for a moment as she lurched sideways, pivoting her massive form to look for the helpless porker in the room.
Doing so only presented the girl and a mother with a full-on shot of her gigantic, cellulite ridden ass and thighs. Marcy had chosen a “sexy” outfit for this long-awaited (and DOJ-approved) jaunt down the street by herself, and her roomy yet revealing shorts left nothing to the imagination.
Her pale and doughy thighs, marred with stretch marks and lumpy fat rolled over the soft, dimpled backside of her knees. And that ass. It was a monument of her unrepentant gluttony for all to behold, bulging out perilously and accidentally brushing into the mothers trim waist line as Marcy whirled about unsteadily.
Recoiling for a moment from that blubbery intrusion, the mother composed herself and forced an awkward smile.
“I’m so sorry ma’am”, she sighed, shaking her head as the young girl bounded effortlessly ahead in the direction of the toy aisle. “You know how kids can be - honest at the worst possible moments.”
Marcy scoffed, still scanning the room for the unseen and chunky culprit. “No need to apologize to me sweetie,” she replied with a wink and her best Jersey Shore accent.
“Some people just shouldn’t be in public.”