Cheeky V

Note: This is a story-prompt for Ryan Caday.

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An alarm went off. Carrie groaned and tried to smother herself with her pillow.

It was the following morning and she felt horrible. It was almost like a food hangover. She was tired, groggy, and had a headache. She felt overstuffed, but not in the stomach. As usual, all of the discomfort and pressure was based in her backside. It ached slightly as she shifted on her mattress. Carrie gulped, not even wanting to look back at it. Her binge the previous night has simply been massive.

Carrie finally turned her head to see the damage. She winced at the sight of her own body.

Her butt was gigantic. Her hips seemed to have swelled as well, her body struggling to accommodate the sheer girth of her posterior. It was so cartoonishly huge, it didn’t even look as though it was part of her anymore. But as Carrie shifted, the mounds moved with her. Two fat orbs, probably bigger than basketballs by then. It proved a strain simply lifting her hips off the mattress.

Carrie shifted to the edge of the bed and found herself elevated by the platform that has become of her butt. She squirmed slightly, feeling unstable. Her toes would touch the floor, but then lose contact, her legs flailing as she teetered, feeling as if she was going to fall back against the mattress.

Carrie swung forward and planted her feet firmly against the floor. It took some effort to stand, after which Carrie’s backside bobbed relentlessly in the straining panties she had on. To be honest, they were barely panties by then, and barely a thong, just a strained strip of fabric, tearing in places, on the cusp of bursting open entirely. It didn’t come close to covering her crack, instead just clinging to the very bottom part her massive backside.

“Fuck,” she breathed. She had an exam that afternoon. So as compelled as she felt to just stay in bed for the rest of the day, Carrie moved to her closet, her stride a slow waddle. She tried to find something, anything, that would accommodate her. But even her stretchiest of leggings refused to pull even partially up over the sharp jut of her wiggling bottom. After several attempts to fit into skirts, shorts, and pants, Carrie was gasping for breath, completely exhausted. Her back was tense and sore just from the strain of supporting all the localized fat behind her.

She wanted to sit down yet didn’t want to deal with that ordeal either. She knew it would be a whole process just to get herself back on her feet. “I’m screwed,” she whimpered.

But as Carrie considered her bed, a new idea struck her. Carrie stripped the white sheet off the mattress and fumbled with it for a few moments. Somehow she managed to manipulate it into an archaic Grecian-styled skirt. When she surveyed herself in the mirror, it didn’t look horrible. It actually appeared kind of cute. Granted no one realized she was wearing a bedsheet, of course.

Carrie waddled back over to her closet, finding herself reaching back behind her to cup each butt cheek as she moved, if just to stabilize them slightly. She grabbed a tank top to go with the skirt then stuck her feet into a pair of sandals.

She was panting heavily and sweating somewhat by the time she made it to the door. She felt like a jittery mess, and was almost frightened by the prospect of her hunger starting up again. Carrie paused and walked to her kitchen, where is she managed to find a small tin of nuts in the back of a cabinet. She clutched them under her arm as she waddled out. At least she would have something to tame the hunger if it hit her before class was over.

When Carrie got to class, her clothing was damp with sweat, including the makeshift skirt she had on. She unsteadily wobbled through the door, backside jiggling relentlessly. One of her hands had again reached back to keep a grasp on her left butt cheek, while the other hand had no choice but to support her books and bag. The continual rocking of her posterior was uncomfortable, so it was a relief to get to a seat.

Carrie managed to get over to the desk in the corner for students with disabilities before anyone else could grab it. This desk was unique in that the chair was separate, and could be pulled back as far as necessary.

Carrie gave an apologetic look to a student in crutches who had been making his way over. He just stared at her.

Everyone was staring. She knew she looked bizarre. Carrie pulled back the chair and eased her backside down, fumbling awkwardly once she made contact. Her feet swung helplessly, her body rocking unsteadily. She could feel her fat backside bulging over the edges, too large for the seat. Her hands weren’t anywhere near making contact with the desk. She took a deep breath and tried her best to focus.

Her hunger had started up again. Carrie had eaten her way through all the nuts during her trip across campus. She fidgeted helplessly as her gawking professor started handing out test papers. Her ass was aching oddly, and suddenly there was a grumbling noise. Not from her stomach but from her backside.

Several students twisted in their seats to give Carrie astonished looks. The professor continued to goggle her. Carrie scribbled her way desperately through the exam as her ass continued to grumble loudly and continuously.

When she finally waddled out of the classroom, she almost wasn’t surprised to see Sid standing there with bags of more food. Sid smirked at her, but before he could even say anything, Carrie went for the bags and ravenously began to empty them down her throat.

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