goodgirlgrow

These might seem basic, but there’s more than what meets the eye..

As I was walking around the museum, I suddenly became aware of my belly. Despite them being stretched out, my jeans felt around my waist and gut. The waning strength of my abs had given out by the late hour of 10:45am. I stopped passively flexing them, and felt my belly expand even further. My next few steps made me realize it bounces more without that restriction. There was one other patron there—a decent looked (albeit masked) guy about my age. My hot girl brain turned on and instantly I want to attract him, see if I could get him to say hi. He made a corner around a car and my full figure was revealed to him. His eyes went straight from my blonde hair and blue eyes to the bulging gut pushing my jacket open, and then straight passed me. As he walked away I looked down and it poking out from the only piece of outer wear that still fits: an ex’s old jacket from his time in the service. A men’s 42 jacket doesn’t even fit me. Each step after I was hyper aware of my body. I reached a stretch of windows and saw my profile reflected back at me. It can’t be... I sucked in and my gut still protruded far out passed me. No shred of hope passing the wall test anymore. I turned to face the window and I just looked.. wide. My mind raced all the way to the hotel, analyzing the width and shuffle of my changing gait. Once again I was confronted by my reflection at the doors of the hotel. The girl walking in wasn’t fit, wasn’t thin, not puffy, not chubby, not plump, not hourglass. She was me: a fat, obese, bottom-heavy, round bellied pear. It wasn’t until that moment I really saw, understood, and internalized what I have done. Excuse me while I fap my brains out.