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pendulous

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Chloe
by pendulous


Chloe stepped out of the shower and reached for a towel. It never covered all of her, but it got the job done. The steam began to clear, but she was leaving anyway. There wasn't enough room in here to dry herself off properly. She picked up another couple of towels from the rail and walked into the bedroom next door. She lay the largest towel on the bed and sat down. She dried her hair with the smaller towel and swept her hair into it as she wrapped it around her head. She stopped and looked at her handiwork in the large mirrored wardrobe door opposite her. The towel looked a little like a beehive perched on her head. It was a thought that made her smile. Her eyes drifted down her body. There was no denying that she was enormous.

She regarded her head without the hair that usually framed her face on show. She looked at her jowls and double chin. Chloe smiled and regarded her face in the mirror. She wiggled her jaw and shook her head from side to side. Chloe watched how her chins and cheeks wobbled about. She lifted her head and lowered it slowly felt her chin come into contact with her décolletage. Was that the right word? Chloe made a mental note to look it up.

She followed her journey south and took in her breasts. She was pretty proud of 'the girls'. She often wondered if they looked small given the rest of her. Whether they seemed out of proportion or not, she had to concede that the same pair of knockers on a slim woman would probably appear colossal. Her areola were large and gave the impression of petals around a flower. Pert would not have an accurate description of her bosom. There was no denying that her nipples pointed south, but Chloe felt that her breasts seemed more gentle, more feminine than some of the more angular, pointy funbags she'd seen. In fact, that was probably it, her breasts seemed to her to be more fun. Pert was overrated.

Her breasts sat atop her belly. A belly that was formed of two rolls. The crease between Chloe's rolls, divided them and somehow accentuated them. From certain angles, it obscured her navel altogether. She shifted as she sat and watched as it quivered. The top one would have been a big belly all by itself, but was dwarfed by the bottom roll. This lower roll protruded beyond it and hung over the top of her thighs and almost, but not quite to her knees. Chloe's belly was neither smooth nor rough, but instead had a texture that defied her vocabulary to describe it. Chloe's belly defies description, she liked that. She reached down with her hand and pushed rhythmically into her lower belly roll. Chloe looked down at her belly jiggling and took pleasure in it. She often found herself absentmindedly jiggling or stroking her belly. It was very comforting. Chloe looked up and into the mirror again. She continued jiggling and watched as the pulsing movement flowed across her belly, both rolls, her breasts, her chin, her thighs and even her upper arm above the hand that was moving.

Chloe ceased the jiggling and watched as the motion continued for a moment after she'd stopped. It occurred to Chloe that her body was never really 'at rest'. Every movement created dozens more that interacted with the each in perpetual motion. Maybe Chloe's belly defied physics as well as description? With one hand she pulled her belly to one side and slipped her other hand underneath. Then she leaned over and slipped the other hand under as well. It was warm and soft under her belly. Chloe was reminded of a conversation that took place last Christmas at work. A slim colleague of hers had come in out of the winter weather complaining of cold hands. Chloe almost suggested that her top tip for warming cold hands was to stick them under your belly, but she stopped herself mid-sentence and found herself recommending armpits as source of warmth instead. There was a mime, followed by an awkward silence.

She lifted her belly. It was heavy, that came as no surprise, but it was more difficult to pick up from a seated position. She hefted it up two or three more times and felt the cold air settle on her fupa.
"Do you even lift, bro?", said Chloe to no one in particular. Then she let go and watched the movement ripple across her belly. It resembled waves travelling across an ocean.
"The motion in the ocean", she said aloud.

She lifted her arms and bent them into a weightlifter pose. She had large arms, but instead of bulging up and out like Popeye, they hung down underneath her arms. She put her hand on the top towel around her head and shook her arms back and forth. She admired the sway of the flab on her arms. Chloe had heard them called 'Bingo Wings', but she had never played bingo in her life. Maybe the bigger the wings the better at Bingo you are? Maybe she should take it up, she might have an advantage.

Chloe put her arms back down by her side and looked at her reflection once more. She looked at how her thighs and behind spread out over the bed. From where she sat they completely obscured the towel.
She thought she looked a bit like a stepped pyramid, albeit one that quivered with the slightest movement. One of those ones from South America. Was it the Aztecs or the Incas? She wasn't sure. Maybe the Mayas?
“My body is a temple”, she said with a smile. She laughed a long and loud laugh.

Or maybe the Toltecs? Were they a thing? Or had she made the Toltecs up? She wasn't sure about that either.

Her stomach rumbled. She stopped laughing. This was no laughing matter. "Not long now.", Chloe said to her belly as she gave it a soft pat.
"Let me get dry and then we'll eat."


The End
 
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