House arrest

chapter 2

Ivy ended up being sentenced to 2 years of felony probation. For the first of those years, she was to remain on house arrest. To say she was devastated would be an understatement. It was as if all her youthful essence had drained. She no longer had energy to do anything. Her friends had all abandoned her. All she had was herself... and the tub of ice cream which her grandmother always kept in the freezer. She ended up back on the same routine she was on about 4 months ago. Binge watching Netflix and eating ice cream incessantly. She no longer gave a shit about her weight.
She did notice it, though. After a few weeks of this sedentary lifestyle, she decided to inspect her body. She felt her breasts, and they felt normal, but perhaps a bit squishier than usual. Her hands descended down from her nipples to her stomach. It was beginning to take on a round shape. Around her lower waist, where the waistband of her favorite pair of grey sweatpants rests, a few inches below her belly button, her squeezable stomach fat dropped off to expose a hairy pelvis. She had not shaved anything but her legs and armpits since she went to jail.
She clung onto the fat protruding from above her pelvis. She jigged it around, and she found it amusing-- not quite arousing, but it was entertaining for her. It was something personal. In her captivity, she had completely ignored herself up until this point. Now, she was free to see and feel what only she can see. "I'll just stop living like this and start exercising after 6 months, then I'll be back to normal by the time this shit's over with," Ivy told herself.

Examining her own body became a part of her daily routine. Though she had never been one to masturbate, she was starting to get off to feeling her soft skin. She had always preferred chubby guys over skinny or muscular ones, and she could pretend that she was feeling someone else, something like her dream man, when instead it was really herself that she was feeling. This is when she slid her index finger down from her soft, protruding lower belly and onto her clitoris, then she stuck her middle finger into her bright pink pussy. Meanwhile, her other hand was voraciously squeezing every inch of her body. First her breasts, then her stomach once again, the small rolls of fat on her back, and her ass.
When her hand reached her ass, though she did not stop masturbating, her eyes sprang open. She looked down at her ass as if she had forgotten about it, as if she had left for vacation and realized that she left her oven on. It was massive. She had only been on house arrest for 2 months, but it had already nearly doubled in size. What was once tight, firm, and smooth now had a few dimples of cellulite. It had gone from a ball-shape to more of a square with rounded edges. The fat on the back of her upper hips had blended with the fat of her buttcheeks to give it such a shape.
Ivy took her hand out of her vagina, and she used both hands to squeeze her new butt, as she rolled over onto her stomach. She felt her breasts compress into her mattress, she felt her slightly chubby upper arms mingling with her soft back-fat rolls as she kept her right hand on her right ass cheek, and slid three left fingers into her pussy from behind. To penetrate deeper within herself, she had to use her back muscles to arch her back inward. This seemed to make her ass seem even larger, and she came instantly. She pulled out her moist, wet fingers, and licked each of them as if they were ice cream cones.