Letting Herself Go

Letting Herself Go
by WGU

Ivy sat up in her bed, looking down at her homework that was pressed up against her bending knees.

Ugh, why am I so damn fat? she thought to herself as she saw her belly which was a bit chubby.

After she was done doing her homework she got up from her bed, took a shower, cleaned herself, blow-dried her hair, and looked at herself in the mirror naked.

Then she thought to herself; Well, my breasts are fairly a good size, like usual, but then from there it's downhill! I got this fat!

After she thought this she proceeded to grab her bit of flab on her stomach and shuck it around, leaving it in a quick bounce.

And then there's my ass, she thought, It's too unnaturally big!

And this was completely true. Ivy was very famous for her gigantic bottom. Here as an example:

Person 1: Do you know who Ivy is?

Person 2: Uhh… I don't think so…

Person 1: The girl with the really big ass

Person 2: OH YEAH! I know her.

She got some clothes out from her dresser. First were her panties which she put on with ease.

Then were her jeans, which she usually struggled with. She pulled them up and tried to go as far up as possible, but she still showed a giant crack from her giant ass.

Most teachers and principals would get onto her about this, but secretly the principal was a child molester so he was fine with it and told all the teachers to give Ivy a break
about it.

After her jeans was her top. It was light white, a bit puffy for a reason. She pulled it on, and after she did her exact words were: "OH MOTHER FUCKER!"

The shirt that had fit perfectly a month ago revealed some of her chubby belly.

She decided to keep it on but just wear a sweatshirt that she knew fit over the non-fitting shirt, crying because of her gain in weight.

She put on her sandals, grabbed her bags, and was off to school.

When she arrived back home from school she was in shambles. Today was the semester's report cards, and Ivy was pissed when she saw she had earned a D in Math, and that D had got her kicked out of her all Advanced Curricular classes, which ruined her chances of going to some nice college like Yale or Harvard.

What was life worth living for? she asked herself.

Nothing.

And from that moment on Ivy had stopped caring. She stopped caring about everything.

She would stop with healthy habits, besides showering and brushing her teeth. She stopped caring about people or her grades, or what she ate or how chubby or big her bottom was.

She woke up the next day to a Saturday morning, the sun blazing through the window next to her bed, heating her up even though she was under the warmth and comfort of her blanket.

She moaned and tried to fall back asleep. She fell asleep successfully for about five minutes, until she was awaken again, but this time by URRARR!! coming from inside of her stomach.

Time for the fatty to get her food, Ivy thought to herself.

She threw the blanket off her, got up from the bed and walked down to the kitchen, where she found a note on the fridge saying "Poker night at Loraine's. Won't be back until 10 PM, Love, Mom."

Ivy had the house all to herself for another sixteen hours. Woo.

She opened the fridge to find a giant tub filled with vanilla ice-cream. She took the tub of ice-cream and brought it to her to the living room couch, where she turned the television onto Spongebob Squarepants and lied the tub in between the legs that were being warmed by her pajama pants, as well as her belly being warmed by her pajama
top.

She grabbed her giant spoon and just dug into the ice cream and began eating mindlessly while watching Patrick try to write a song with Spongebob's help.

After she finished off eating the whole tub of vanilla ice cream she looked down at her belly, and witnessed how much smaller the shirt was on her now, it letting her belly hang out onto her lap.

She shivered as she felt a draft when she sat up, but that was normal since all of her pants required at least half of her ass hanging out because she couldn't find any pants that could stuff an ass like hers.

"Still hungry," she moaned as she threw the empty tub away and got the plastic container filled with twenty glazed donuts her mom bought from Kroger.

She walked back to the couch and proceeded to watch Spongebob while eating glazed donuts, each bite filled with sweet goodness, which triggered her thrill for eating.

She was now shuffling food down her throat constantly, over and over until all twenty donuts had vanished.

"Oh, damn these jeans are tight," Ivy said rubbing her ass that was about to break through her jeans. "Oh, and my tits," Ivy said coyly as she rubbed her double D-Cup
sized tits.

"Maybe I can get to liking the new me," she told herself. "Some more food may help."

She walked to the kitchen and squeezed ten microwave burgers into the microwave and set it for five minutes.

She stared eagerly into the microwave, waiting for five minutes to pass, which felt really long if you were in the middle of an eating-fest.

"BEEP," the microwave shrieked as Ivy giddily thrusting the microwave door open, snagging the burgers and piling them into her arms as she sprinted into the living room, dropping the flaming hot burgers onto the coffee-table.

"Ouch," she states as she puts her mouth onto her burning fingers to see if her saliva could cool them down from becoming burnt matches, and she was successful in letting them burn, but her fingers may sting and be red for the next few days.

She bent down towards the burgers and blew on them, trying to cool them down, for her hunger was growing and she had to wait five minutes for the burgers to get warm, and she was losing her patience in waiting for them to cool!

But, afraid that her tongue would be as burnt as her fingers were, she waited three minutes before she grasped a warm, juicy burger and shoved it through her mouth and swallowed whole, not having the patience to actually chew her food.

So she did this process continuously with the other nine of her burgers.

Her hunger was satisfied, as well as her belly that had binged and was now laying on her lap, as well as her tight jeans had even grown tighter on her, making it completely uncomfortable for her thighs, and especially uncomfortable for her squished ass.

But, even if she was uncomfortable, her full stomach had made her very sleepy and drowsy, and she closed her eyes and drifted off to a nap.  

When Ivy woke up she yawned and stretched her arms out and she smirked with gratitude as she looked down to see that her belly had grown bigger and rounder while she was taking her nap.

But of course, with waking up from slumber includes great hunger.

"Dominoes, how may I help you?" a high, but positively a male's voice asked through the phone after Ivy dialed their number.

"Yes, I'd like three extra large pizzas, with extra pepperoni. No, better make that four," she said as her stomach yelped for food.

"Alright, we'll be there in ten minutes."

Ten minutes? Ten fucking minutes? That's too long!

Ivy HAD to find something else to eat in that spare time.

But she ordered many pizzas, so maybe she should let her hunger stir for ten minutes so it'll be able to actually eat all of it.

She went along gallivanting through the television channels when the door called her with a DING! as she knew there was pizza on the other side of the threshold.

She jumped to her feet (which resulted in her flabby belly jiggling, as well as her breasts and ass) and ran to the door with forty dollars.

She opened the door as she saw a scrawny, acne-ridden pizza boy with hillbilly buck teeth carrying her four large pizzas with extra pepperoni.

"That will be the cost of-," the boy was telling Ivy interrupted.

"Here's forty. Keep the change," she said throwing two twenties at his face, grabbing the pizzas and slamming the door in his face.

She drooled over the smell of her pizzas as she rushed to the living room, where she dropped the pizza boxes on the coffee table and landed her fat ass onto the couch.

As soon as she sat down she grabbed the first box and began grabbing pizza slices and stuffing them hastily down her throat, trying to comfort her hunger.

In only seven minutes she finished off all four of those extra large pizzas, leaving crumbs and pizza stains on her belly and cleavage.

Then, a loud, obnoxious "BRRRRUURRRP!" had escaped the clutches of Ivy's lips.

The front door opened as Ivy's mother came in to the site of her now swollen daughter bursting through her clothes, acting like a filthy (sexy) pig.

"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?" Ivy's mother screeched at her, who apparently left poker hours and hours too early.

Ivy's jaw dropped as she murmered, "Oh shit."