Not Giving a Fuck (Paid Post #4)

Tanya always had a bit of an attitude, many attributed it to her short pudgy stature. Napoleon complex they called it.

So when her friends had gifted her the sweater crop top that said “No Fucks Given” it felt perfect for her because she was constantly telling people how very little she cared about whatever it was they were trying to peak her interest with. She tried it on and it was a bit too small, but she loved it anyways. Her stomach stuck out a bit too far. Contrary to popular belief it is possible for pudgy ladies to have no breasts and while it wouldn't be accurate to say that the crop top dangled around her belly button, it definitely reached it. Her friends had praised the gods that she was wearing a tank top underneath it. Everything looked really big in her outfit, even her smile, she loved the shirt so much, and her friends.

They did keep talking about things she didn't care about, and she didn't want to alienate them, so she kept quiet unless someone asked her what she thought. But when they did, and they usually would get to it eventually, she would blurt out with an “I don't give a fuck!” or “I don't fucking care” or some variation with the word fuck tossed in there.

Something weird was going on though, she would scream her obscenity as she normally would, but she experienced the most awful moment of cramps. Her stomach would clamp down on itself. It was almost as if she was on her period, but she just had it last week, it was too soon for that.

By the time she got to the hotel room she was a little tipsy and took a look in the mirror. Tanya looked slimmer, but that couldn't be right could it? “All those cramps during dinner really paid off.” She said to herself while twisting and looking herself over in the mirror. “Not that I care.” she chuckled, and she felt another gut wrench. She looked at the waist of her pants which were now fitting her a little more loosely. And when she looked at her chest, did she have tits!? They were just a bit bigger. It was almost as if The fat from her body had been sucked up into her breasts. She had an idea, and she needed to test it out, She pushed her sleeves up to her elbows and looked into her own eye in the mirror.

“I Don't Fucking Care.” she said with conviction. Her body convulsed, all over. All the muscles from her toes to her head flexed. She groaned as she threw her head back. Her pants started to droop a bit as her legs had become closer to chiseled muscle. Her torso seemed to be stretching, as her tank top didn't reach the thick band of her Calvins, She caught her breathe for a moment, and tossed her hair out of her face.

She looked at her body, definitely slimmer, but still a little more pudgy than she'd like. She had to say it again. “I Don't Give a A Fuck!” Every syllable pushing it's way through her lips.  Her body wretched again and her pants fell from her waist, Her thighs and calves showing some muscle. She flipped her hair some more as her torso stretched another inch. Her chest pumped up a little more. The cool air felt so good on her legs, and she realized how warm she was. She needed to lose a layer, but she was pretty sure she didn't want to take off this majestic sweater. She had to rip the Tank top off from underneath.

She tried to step back but tripped over her jeans and fell into bed. She took a deep breath and braced herself as she prepared herself for complete loss of all control of her anger, She needed to let all of her frustration out with one final exultation. “I” She breathed heavy and hard, “DON'T” her heartbeat sped up rapidly, “MOTHER” her hands grabbed onto her tank top and pulled, “FUCKING” one of the straps snapped, “CARE!!” the other strap snapped. Her body cramped, her chest pulling its way up. Only the top of her head, her hardening ass, and the heels of her feet were touching the bed as it seemed like a string was pulling her up from her belly button. She ripped the tank to from her body as all her fat got sucked into her tits that hung out the bottom of the crop top, Her tight frame showing off her chiseled muscle. Her body seemed to collapse in orgasmic bliss.

She recovered slowly, and rolled up to her knees slowly marveling at her body, knowing that now that she truly had no more fucks to give.