klosterblocked
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She looked down, and there it was, mocking her, a pale bulge of
skin, peeking out over her jeans and out from under her shirt, standing out in the daylight. Her mother would go ballistic. She pulled her tight black sweater down and over in a futile attempt to at least momentarily disguises it, to no avail. A new inch of fat clung to her abdomen in a subtly rotund egg like form. It innocently stretched her pants to their limit and her shirts to theirs, like a spoiled child demanding attention and warmth in the chilly January air. The scale hadnt lied to her. She was indeed one hundred and forty five pounds of tubby cashier, not that she enjoyed it. Knowing consciously that she looked stereotypically like a pig was not her idea of pride, but, the pizza had tipped the scales in its favor. As she stepped lively down the sidewalk her paunch mocked her, jiggling up and down and side to side under her jeans. The problem wasnt being fat for Zoey, it was being acknowledged as fat.
The girls formerly rock hard abdomen had given way to an quaint egg-shaped mass of flab that hung indolently off her small figure, spilling innocently out of the top of her jeans and from below her shirt revealing a bulging spare tire. Her breasts had blossomed out and were pressing impatiently on her shirt, waiting for it to give way. Her butt had began to widen, making her waistline expand in sync, and to top it off her face, formerly slim and contoured, had grown a small, but ever present double chin as well as more puffy cheeks.
skin, peeking out over her jeans and out from under her shirt, standing out in the daylight. Her mother would go ballistic. She pulled her tight black sweater down and over in a futile attempt to at least momentarily disguises it, to no avail. A new inch of fat clung to her abdomen in a subtly rotund egg like form. It innocently stretched her pants to their limit and her shirts to theirs, like a spoiled child demanding attention and warmth in the chilly January air. The scale hadnt lied to her. She was indeed one hundred and forty five pounds of tubby cashier, not that she enjoyed it. Knowing consciously that she looked stereotypically like a pig was not her idea of pride, but, the pizza had tipped the scales in its favor. As she stepped lively down the sidewalk her paunch mocked her, jiggling up and down and side to side under her jeans. The problem wasnt being fat for Zoey, it was being acknowledged as fat.
The girls formerly rock hard abdomen had given way to an quaint egg-shaped mass of flab that hung indolently off her small figure, spilling innocently out of the top of her jeans and from below her shirt revealing a bulging spare tire. Her breasts had blossomed out and were pressing impatiently on her shirt, waiting for it to give way. Her butt had began to widen, making her waistline expand in sync, and to top it off her face, formerly slim and contoured, had grown a small, but ever present double chin as well as more puffy cheeks.
