chapter 4

Phoebe drove home, emotions swirling around her mind. She tried to process what Greg had said in the seconds that had followed, but she just.....couldn't wrap her brain around how she felt. So she had to get out of there. "Greg can't be too mad I ditched. He dropped a bomb on me and was kind of rude about it. Plus, I covered more than my meal so I didn't stick him with the bill."

The conversation (or public shaming, more like) at the diner replayed over and over. She'd gained weight. Her parents thought she was fat. Greg himself thought she was fat. Phoebe thought about his words. He had called her ass droopy and fat. He told her that her gut is too big for her shirt, and that it's obvious she had lied about how much she had gained. One of her closest family friends, shaming her in the middle of a public setting. She left that diner humiliated. And she left confused, as his words had made her get wetter the longer he went on.

"Why the hell did that turn me on?" Under the steering wheel, Phoebe pressed her fingers into the middle of her belly and felt them sink into soft flesh. She looked down and saw belly fat bunched up into two rolls, jiggling with the vibration of the car on the road. God, she really had piled it on.

Phoebe pulled into her driveway, got out of the car, and walked into her house almost in a trance-like state. Up to her bedroom she went, straight to her closet. She pulled out outfits from her early twenties, from last year, and from mere months ago. "I don't know why the hell I'm doing this," she thought, "I can barely figure out what my brain and body are doing right now at all."

Grabbing a pair of size 5 jeans, Phoebe stepped into the leg holes and began to pull up, up, up, annnnnd they were stuck. She looked in the mirror and saw how far away the pants really were from fitting. Her thighs puffed out over the pants that were too tight to fit over the new mass. All of the bulging fat was dotted with cellulite. Phoebe lightly ran her fingers along the soft, dimpled fat and then grabbed a handful of ass fat and shook "Your ass is noticeably droopy and fat," Greg's words rang in her head. He was right. She kept thinking about that sentence, squeezing the fat on her thighs, getting more turned on. Fuck, why is it so hot that she's this much bigger than she was in her early twenties?

Stripping out of the jeans, she grabbed a pair of size 12 jeans from the year before. "Greg's right. I should have realized I was getting fatter when I bought these." This pair of pants went on easier, but still got caught on her thighs. She hooked her fingers into the belt loops and jumped while pulling, catching sight of her ass jiggling madly in the mirror. Finally up. The pants just needed buttoned. Phoebe pulled the button as close to the hole as she could, but was still inches away. She laid down on her bed and attempted to pull the button closed that way. No luck. Sitting up on the edge of the bed, she felt her stomach surge through and over the open flaps of the jeans and felt compelled to rub the soft chub. Of course, rubbing her tubby belly while sitting in tight jeans that fit her only a few months ago just turned her on more.

She pulled off her shirt and swung her body onto the side of the bed facing the mirror. She needed so badly to see how big she'd really gotten. Chills ran through her as she saw flab swallowing up her bra straps and how her stomach pushed out beyond her breasts. She attempted to pull the buttom closed again, this time knowing that they wouldn't close. She just wanted to see how much fat would get in the way of the pants closing. Phoebe watched as the squeeze of the pants separated her belly into big bulges of pudge.

Her panties were soaked. She didn't know why, but the combination of her earlier humiliation and now seeing for herself how fat she's gotten had her pussy almost dripping.

One more clothing item. A shirt bought a few months ago. Phoebe yanked it over her head, pushed her arms through, and pulled the top down as far as it would go before looking in the mirror. "Even this newer shirt is too small," she marveled. The sleeves of the shirt dug into her flabby arms, highlighting their complete lack of definition or tone. The bottom of the shirt was trying its best to cover her plumped up form, but continued to roll up any time her jiggling belly would shift. Her belly button was visible, deepened by fat, sunken into the roll of pudge that forced itself out of the shirt and pants.

She watched in the mirror as she traced around her belly button, feeling all the flab surrounding it. Suddenly, driven by her raging sex drive and throbbing pussy, she felt an uncontrollable urge to push her fingers in and out of her belly button. She was going to finger *** fattened gut, and she was going to watch herself do it.

Pants off. Soaked panties peeled from her body. Phoebe sat back down and saw her naked ass and thighs spread out wide on her bed while her chubby belly pulled from her body to hang just above her lap. The sight was too much for her. She moved one hand down to her crotch and began rubbing her wet, swollen clit. With her other hand, she grabbed a roll of side fat and aggressively shook it, watching all the flab on her body shake with it. She lightly slapped her gut and watched the bottom half of her belly wobble, once again getting increasingly turned on by her deepened belly button. Her other hand rubbed her dripping pussy harder.

"Fuck I'm such a pig," she said out loud. She slapped her gut harder and plunged two fingers into her belly button. "Oh my god, I have so much fat." In and out. In and out. Phoebe watched in the mirror as all her belly fat swallowed her fingers over and over. She slid 2 fingers into her vagina and fucked herself at the same pace as she was fucking her belly button. Her fat ass shook with every thrust of the hand. Feeling all of her jiggling and the belly fat pushing in and out was getting her incredibly close.

This felt out of control amazing, and Phoebe barely had time to question why this was doing it for her.

"I've gotten so fucking fat. My clothes don't fit because my flab hangs out. God, I have no self control. I ate myself into a fat pig. I don't even want to stop. I want to get fatter." Phoebe slapped her gut hard while she gyrated her fattened hips and slid her fingers in and out of herself. "God. Look how much of me jiggles. More. I want more. I want this gut fatter." And saying this while holding a handful of belly fat, Phoebe was pushed her over the top. Her fat jiggled slightly as she reached orgasm and moaned.


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Cleaned up and dressed in sweatpants, Phoebe felt like she still had very little clarity about what her feelings on her gain were. That was the most intense and pleasurable masturbation she'd ever experienced. But part of her felt weird about it. Was she a weirdo for getting off to her bigger body? Why didn't she feel remorseful then?

"Oh shit, I forgot." Speaking of feeling guilty, Phoebe thought maybe she should shoot Greg a text and apologize for leaving abruptly earlier. His words may not have been nice, but they were true.

And those words certainly had awoken something in her.