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Sofia Gets Fat: A Chubby Apartment Book
She got her Pepsi and worked her way to the candy aisle when she encountered someone. A guy, who had a pretty big belly himself. She stopped to look at him, but he was looking for his candy bar and didn’t see her as he almost bumped into her.
The store had pretty narrow aisles and Layla stepped back to give him room, and, perhaps not realizing just how big her rear end had grown over the months, bumped into a batch of candy, spilling them over the floor.
This had a twofold effect. First, he turned to notice her. And, second, she turned to see what happened, showing off her few inches of fat butt through her torn leggings. Then she looked back at him and did something she never should have done. She squatted down to pick up the knocked over candy, which immediately ripped the seam up and down her backside. She now had no way to avoid revealing a bunch of her rear end, which was all the more embarrassing because she hadn’t bought any new underwear in a long enough while that her panties were effectively thongs at this point. And while he wasn’t looking at her rear end at the moment, it didn’t seem like there was a way to avoid it, especially as he squatted down to help her and apologize for causing her to bump into the candy aisle.
“It’s my fault.” Layla said. “I really have to lose weight.”
Why did she say that? She hadn’t until a millisecond ago given the tiniest amount of thought to losing weight. In fact, last night she was thinking about how much more weight she could gain before having to give up some of her junk food, like her nightly trip to the convenience store. This morning she was even praising herself for not really being as fat as she had thought, 97 extra pounds or not, and she was perfectly ready to put on a lot more before even considering trying to not gain weight. Never mind actually losing weight. She never thought she would ever actually be less than 209 pounds. Now she was telling this guy that she needed to lose weight. What’s going on?
Was it because she bumped into the candy aisle with her super sized rear end. Or was she trying to impress this guy by saying, essentially, “I know I’m fat, but I’m trying to do something about it. Please don’t reject me just because I’m fat now.” Even though she really didn’t have any plans to “do something about it.”
“You don’t have to lose any weight.” He said. “I just have to pay better attention to where I am and not knock you into the candy. I’m so sorry.”
“Well, if I had a normal sized rear end I probably wouldn’t have knocked into anything.”
“You don’t need to do anything about your rear end. This store shouldn’t have such narrow aisles!”
“Yeah, there’s a plan. Let’s blame the store!” Layla enthused.
“We should boycott them!” He said.
“Well, let’s not go that far. I stop here every day on the way from work. I need my Pepsi and candy bar.” Layla said, before skipping a beat and observing “Hence my big butt.”
Sofia was a bombshell. But she already had her life partner, and was getting a little tired of dieting so intensively to keep her figure. So, she wanted to get fat. It took awhile, but a move to a new apartment which was next to so many tempting restaurants got her to give up on her sleek, curvy, figure and get fat.
The store had pretty narrow aisles and Layla stepped back to give him room, and, perhaps not realizing just how big her rear end had grown over the months, bumped into a batch of candy, spilling them over the floor.
This had a twofold effect. First, he turned to notice her. And, second, she turned to see what happened, showing off her few inches of fat butt through her torn leggings. Then she looked back at him and did something she never should have done. She squatted down to pick up the knocked over candy, which immediately ripped the seam up and down her backside. She now had no way to avoid revealing a bunch of her rear end, which was all the more embarrassing because she hadn’t bought any new underwear in a long enough while that her panties were effectively thongs at this point. And while he wasn’t looking at her rear end at the moment, it didn’t seem like there was a way to avoid it, especially as he squatted down to help her and apologize for causing her to bump into the candy aisle.
“It’s my fault.” Layla said. “I really have to lose weight.”
Why did she say that? She hadn’t until a millisecond ago given the tiniest amount of thought to losing weight. In fact, last night she was thinking about how much more weight she could gain before having to give up some of her junk food, like her nightly trip to the convenience store. This morning she was even praising herself for not really being as fat as she had thought, 97 extra pounds or not, and she was perfectly ready to put on a lot more before even considering trying to not gain weight. Never mind actually losing weight. She never thought she would ever actually be less than 209 pounds. Now she was telling this guy that she needed to lose weight. What’s going on?
Was it because she bumped into the candy aisle with her super sized rear end. Or was she trying to impress this guy by saying, essentially, “I know I’m fat, but I’m trying to do something about it. Please don’t reject me just because I’m fat now.” Even though she really didn’t have any plans to “do something about it.”
“You don’t have to lose any weight.” He said. “I just have to pay better attention to where I am and not knock you into the candy. I’m so sorry.”
“Well, if I had a normal sized rear end I probably wouldn’t have knocked into anything.”
“You don’t need to do anything about your rear end. This store shouldn’t have such narrow aisles!”
“Yeah, there’s a plan. Let’s blame the store!” Layla enthused.
“We should boycott them!” He said.
“Well, let’s not go that far. I stop here every day on the way from work. I need my Pepsi and candy bar.” Layla said, before skipping a beat and observing “Hence my big butt.”
Sofia was a bombshell. But she already had her life partner, and was getting a little tired of dieting so intensively to keep her figure. So, she wanted to get fat. It took awhile, but a move to a new apartment which was next to so many tempting restaurants got her to give up on her sleek, curvy, figure and get fat.
164 pages, Kindle Edition
Published March 22, 2024
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