Avoiding the bathroom mirror, Isaac hurried himself away from the scale and back to his seat. His eyes began tearing up as he dropped his heavy frame down with a huff.
Why was this happening to him? He bemoaned his current predicament the overall unfairness of what was happening to him. Frustration and despair filled his doughy figure and he wanted to cry and scream. He picked up his pillow, fighting to ignore the extra movement on his chest. The large fat filled breasts fought for room in his habitually strained shirt. They had started to get in the way more, the larger they grew, constantly bouncing when he walked, slapping on the top of his overfed belly when he sat, and obstructing his reach whenever he tried to reach across his chest.
Isaac brought the pillow to his chest, mushing his breasts up under his chin as he did so, still struggling to get used to their existence. Taking a deep breath, he squeezed his eyes shut and buried his chubby cheeked face into the pillow. He then let out a prolonged and muffled scream into it, trying to vent out all the pent up stress, frustration, and general feeling of helplessness that had been steadily building.
It was after the third or fourth of these stifled yells that he finally started to feel a little better. Picking his head up from the pillow he sniffled as he brushed stray hair out of his face and behind his ear. Wiping at the water at the corners of his eyes he took a long deep breath again. In through the nose and out through the mouth, trying to slow his juddering heartrate and gather a bit of calm.
“Ok, it’s not at all so bad.” Isaac sniffled to himself. Trying to work his brain around to a more positive train of thought that would be more productive. “I’m not over two hundred pounds, which is a definite plus. I know I’ve been stressed and anxious, and stress can do crazy things to the body. Finals were brutal and all I had time to do was study. Besides, it’s perfectly normal to put on a little weight when you’re stressed. That’s all this is, just a little weight. It’ll melt right off.”
The wheels slowly turned in Issacs head as he mulled this new train of thought, one hand had slipped under the pillow and began to absent-mindedly rub his doughy belly. His shirt continued to ride up as he did so, leaving a few inches of the soft, pale flab exposed all the way up to what was becoming a deep belly button.
“I mean, I’ve been so wrapped up with school and tests that it’s no wonder I’m so stressed.” Isaac continued in his head. “I just need to decompress, get all the stress out of my system and then I’ll be back to normal in no time.”
Isaac leaned back in his seat, taking another long breath and trying to release the frustration. He was tired of tests and school. Tired of battering his head against books and trying to retain mountains of information. More than that he was tired of feeling stressed, anxious, and frustrated.
A shell of an idea began to form. He could feel its outline but wasn’t sure what the details were exactly. He needed a break from worrying, from stressing, and from the frustration of it all. A celebration of sorts, to clearly end the horrible year he had and give him a clean slate to go forward.
“To hell with it!” Isaac thought “I’ve earned my downtime and then some! I bent over backwards to cram for exams and classes, I deserve to take some time off. Blow off some steam, relax a little. Get some decompression in.”
Ideas started to form as to what the celebration would entail, but they were soon forgotten. His stomach emitted a low and long grumble, letting him know that it has finished making room and was ready to be filled again. If Isaac had been in a clearer frame of mind he might have been worried that he was already getting hungry so soon after having finished off two pizzas just that morning. As it was, the noise just reminded him that he had stashed a pint of ice cream in his mini fridge.
Heaving himself up, his weakened muscles groaned in displeasure about being used again so soon. After only going a few feet he had to stop and reach behind himself to adjust his underwear, the few steps he had taken had been enough for it to ride high into his over filled ass. The large cheeks wobbling behind him were as greedy for soaking up calories as Isaac was for devouring food and they were both continuing to grow.
“Ugh” Isaac grunted “this damn underwear is getting on my nerves. Ok, new plan; ice cream, new clothes, and then I’ll start celebrating.”
Retrieving a hoodie from his closet, Isaac then grabbed the ice cream, reasoning that if he ate it while he walked the calories would be canceled out. The hoodie was pulled tight around his middle, his belly and breasts pulling the material tight and making him appear even more like what he didn’t want to admit to he was becoming.
Hurrying out the door, at least as much hurrying as he could manage these days, he made his way back to the thrift store.
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