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Note: This is a story-prompt for Ioew.

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Sarah’s parents kicked her out just because she was twenty-five, refused to work, go to school, or do anything really, aside from her own hair and makeup, and the occasional (twice a week) session of clubbing. She was young. She was living. It was completely unreasonable of her parents to expect her to sacrifice her youth and good looks doing something as common as menial labor.

Which was how Sarah found herself moving into the trailer park, using what she had in her savings for a particularly rusty rental. He predicament was so horrifying, she tried not to think about it, but then, she was living it. It was just unspeakable that a girl as pretty and popular as she was would have to live under these unseemly conditions.

Sarah tried to stay strong. She used what money and materials she had to ensure that not a hair was out of place on her perfect blonde head, and that she never left her new “residence” without a full face of professional-quality makeup.

She still had her looks, and her cute, slim body, so Sarah tried to make the best of a bad thing. Even if she regularly called her parents fruitlessly pleading for them to take her back, she took everything in stride.

The locals were unsanitary.

They seemed proud of their sad, dirty lives, disturbingly enough. The trailer park was bizarrely congested with women who were hugely fat and pregnant. Like, really pregnant, ready to drop at any moment. The filth was breeding, and Sarah wrinkled her nose every time she saw it.

Deeming to avoid the appalling culture of the community, Sarah largely kept to herself, and her trailer, where in her boredom, she became mildly addicted to daytime television. On the weekends she committed herself to socializing. Her friends and fuck buddies had yet to learn about her new “situation,” and Sarah was determined to keep it that way.

Sarah really began to settle into her new life. She accepted the circumstances, and even began to find some comfort in her new home, from the used furniture, to the 1960s refrigerator, which never seemed to keep her food cold enough.

She became more lazy because of the slowness of it all. Aside from her weekend outings, she was mostly sedentary, in her limited space and limited activities.

And her clothes were getting tighter.

Sarah surveyed herself in the mirror one day. She was wearing things she had never expected herself to condescend to before this—sweatpants and a worn T-shirt. She had gotten it at a thrift store only a few weeks earlier, and the pants felt strangely tight at the hips and ass, while the shirt hugged more into her chest than was typical. She would have suspected the clothing had shrunk in the laundry, but nowadays, everything she wore was line dried. It wasn’t as though she had a dryer.

In another few days, Sarah’s breasts were bulging against the cups of her bras, and her ass was similarly bulging against the lines of her panties, crack bulging out. Her stomach had developed a noticeable curve.

A little concerned, she splurged on a scale, only to find she had gained fifteen pounds. How could she have gained FIFTEEN POUNDS without noticing!

Again she looked in the mirror. The weight had gone to places that made her look more voluptuous—her hips, breasts, ass, and a little on her belly.  

That was it. This couldn’t go on. Sarah went through her kitchen and trashed all the junk food. Well, not the twinkies or bonbons, but everything else. She wasn’t sure if her microwavable TV-dinners counted as junk, but it wasn’t as though she had a full kitchen to cook for herself. So she kept those as well.

Despite it, as the weeks passed, Sarah was only getting fatter. Her ass was inflating, her thighs filling out, and her belly was inching outwards seemingly every day.

Her club dresses grew progressively tighter until she looked like a packed sausage straining to burst free of her mini-dresses, and her friends were looking at her with poorly-concealed disgust.

She was slowly getting huge, her belly standing out as a firm, protruding mass, that was rapidly expanding. She didn’t know how to handle it. Sarah had always been slim and lithe. She had never exercised a day in her life. All her efforts to cut back on the fatty foods just resulted in frantic binges where she ate more than ever.

She stopped going out with her friends. Basic cable was her friend now. A pregnancy test confirmed Sarah’s fears. She was slowly transforming into one of the trailer park women.

Sarah was helpless but to endure as her ass grew plumper, bobbing behind her, as her thighs softened and thickened, as her hips widened, and as her belly continued to roll outward like a massive, growing ball. By then her tits were huge and swollen GG-cups, nipples aching at times. She had descended into a substantial and humiliating waddle. Her belly was so uncomfortably huge, so packed, she feared there was more than one baby in there. But she didn’t know. It wasn’t as though she could afford prenatal care.

The other women smiled at Sarah with clear comradery in their eyes. Sarah would just grimace in return. And yet this was her life now.