Just Gotta Get Out

(This chapter was originally added by a contributor on another site.)

Lu rubbed her eyes and yawned once more. She then placed her hands on her thick hips and craned her head back, straining against her weight to stand up straight. She thought for a moment, "Man I really have to find something else to drink besides those damn milkshakes," Lu then looked down and patted her belly, watching the flesh jiggle with dismay, "Ugh, I really wish I didn't have to be seen like this." She closed her eyes and let out a sigh as she resigned herself to the fact that she would either need to go out and get some drinks, or drink the milkshakes and risk becoming an immobile, fat behemoth. It was really a no-brainer for Lu, but she would still have to deal with the everyday life of a fat girl if she were to leave her house.

Lu begins to take uncertain steps out of her mother's bedroom, glancing back momentarily to tug her sweatpants out of her rear crease. She could see the bed was heavily depressed in the area where she had slept. This made her wince and she quickly returned her attention forward. Lu stared down at herself as her belly and unrestrained bosom jiggled and wobbled visibly under the thin fabric of the maternity shirt. Lu grimaced at the unfamiliar feeling of her thighs rubbing together. It did not help her mood that her woman's shirt revealed a fair amount of her plump cleavage which quivered after each step she took. She closed her eyes and huffed in frustration, opening them to see a scale resting by the doorway. She blushed and skipped hurriedly out of the room, leaving her supple flesh bouncing even after she had ceased to move. At least that scale could not glare at her though the wall.

She went downstairs, trying to go slow enough that her body would not show visible reverberations of her movements. This was in vain as she soon realized. At each step her body jiggled and she would sigh and count to ten to keep her wits. Lu finally did make it down the stairs and shuffled into her flip flops. She brushed her bangs back from her eyes, as she had a few hours ago. This time it looked less like a casual maneuver of a man in his prime, but rather the quick adjustment of an extremely self conscious teenage girl. Swallowing, she grabbed hold of the doorknob and opened the door to the moist, cool summer air. "At least no one will know it's me," she exhaled and finished her though softly out loud, "they'll just think I'm some fat chick."

Lu grabbed some money left on the counter near the door and exited her house, closing the door behind her. Her street was empty, dark except for one streetlamp in the direction of downtown. She began walking again, more confidently now that she had finally managed to face the outside world. Though she was just able to ignore the constant jiggling of her fat, female body, she found it unsettling how easily she became winded. She was not even halfway to the streetlamp, something around a twenty-five yard distance from her door, when she found it essential to breath open-mouthed. The humid summer air was also causing her to sweat profusely under her clothes. Wet stains appeared quickly under her armpits and down the middle of her wide rump.

Lu took a short break at the end of her street. Bending over slightly with her hands on her hips, surrendering to gravity for the time being. She huffed there for a few seconds and then resumed her journey. As she progressed, her original sweat stains grew in size and new ones popped up in between her breasts and down her back. If one were to listen closely, they would be able to hear a faint squeaking noise as her sweaty breasts rubbed together. Lu was glad that the nearest 7-11 was not in the center of town, as she was certain that at eight o'clock people would definitely be roaming the central streets in large numbers. The only people she had seen were the homeless man who talks to himself and a goth couple making out behind a McDonald's.

Once she reached the store, she leaned against it and panted, letting out a grateful sigh. The East-African store clerk barely payed the plump Lu any mind as she entered. A young fat girl was of no threat to a seasoned convenience store clerk. He simply raised his hand, only glancing up momentarily from his two-year-old blackberry. Lu walked down to the soda isle, still being a teenage boy at heart. She grabbed a couple of two liter bottles and was ready to head up to the counter when she saw all of the assorted junk food displayed. She realized then that she had not eaten dinner, on top of being overweight and therefore having a larger appetite than she had even when she was a guy. All that walking had really built up her appetite. Lu picked out as much food as she could afford and ordered and bagged everything without much thought. She did not even notice the clerk smirking and shaking his head at what simply appeared to be a girl with zero self control as she was literally licking her lips in anticipation.

Lu arrived home and nearly dropped all the bags on the floor in exhaustion. She quickly typed in the security code onto the pad on the wall to keep the alarm from sounding, closed the door, and slumped to a seated position on her floor. Her clothes were nearly drenched with sweat and it was visibly dripping down her face and arms. She began fanning herself effeminately with her hand, but soon resorted to hastily removing her clothes, save her panties. She was so tired she felt she ought to lie down again, but she was also even more hungry, having walked even more on her way home.