The Dreaded Droop

Chapter 1

Hanging in a jello droop over her elbows was the newest of her many fat-shames, though the eighteen-year old goth girl. She was about 5'2 and weighed somewhere around four hundred pounds, though she wouldn't go near a scale to find out.

She was fatter than any of her friends by over two hundred pounds, the next-biggest being Virginia Pinkerton at 180 or so. She knew she couldn't stop staring at Virginia's big butt jiggling through her shorts in gym class, even as she knew everyone else was staring at hers. She was so fat she could not even do one situp.

The belly hang had come first, then the thighs to her eternal shame, and now these tidal waves of soft heavy fat on her arms. Her thin grandmother was always, like the old man, finding reasons to touch her where she was fattest, for the purpose of humiliating her.

It was crazy how often she had had to deal with fat-shaming. She wondered if any of them could admit to themselves how much it turned them on. She craved it now, in a sick sad way; probably because it was the only way to take the power back from her high school full of tormentors.

One boy had even grabbed her butt in the hallway as it joggled and flounced and bounced along in the hallway. Like two hippos, playing under a sheet! He had yelled it. The explosion of laughter had been total.

When she got home that night she stuffed herself almost sick on ice cream and Oreo cookies, and then went into the bathroom for the fat-talk. She secretly thought her new arms very sexy, especially were the sleeves on them grew taut. She held one up to the mirror with a disgusted look and poked it hard with her chubby finger, leaving an indent in the skin. You're just as fat as a pig, girl, an old drunkard had told her at age twelve, already two hundred and fifty pounds and the butt of every joke.

They had started doing it a week ago that very morning, these huge soft pudding upper arms, the ones she could never manage to hide even though she'd burn in hell rather than show them in public.

Last week a slim old man had unexpectedly come up behind her and slyly pinched them through her blazer. Not hard enough to hurt, but more than enough to feel disgraced and ashamed...and turned on...