You rub your head and slowly turn back around in your chair. Why do you feel so strange. Too confused to understand what just happened, you wrack your brain wondering who that was sending hate-mail to your computer just before you...
...lower your bare feet to the floor.
The second your toes and sole flatten out on the wood, a tiny amount of fat instantly quivers it's way into your hips, burrowing through your skin and squishing against the crease over your thigh. It's so insignificant and small, you'd never notice it. Your panties dig a little harder into your side, your flesh bulges a little bit deeper, but there's no way you could ever feel it.
You stretch and decide to get dressed. Your feet smack their way toward the dresser. You reach down and pull out some jean shorts to put on, one leg at a time.
Your left foot gropes around inside the leg before sliding in. It emerges out the end and falls back to the floor. You do the same with the right foot and dangle it over the hole leading into the leg. It lowers in toefirst and comes out, landing right beside the left one.
You pull the zipper (strangely tight) and pulls the sides together to button them. "Umph...ooh..." These...seems a little...*Urf.* smaller than normal.
After that, you throw off your tank top. It flutters onto the nightstand. You poke around your drawer and find a spaghetti strap to squeeze into. Now you need your...oh, right. Your flipflops must be by the door. You turn on your ankles and walk back out of the room, not noticing your thighs are rippling just a little more than they usually do...
You lean over the steps leading down and lower your toe toward the wooden board. Your sole meets the step and your foot flattens out, just as the flimsy step creaks a bit beneath your sole. The reverberation travels up your leg and makes the bottom of your buttcheeks jiggle a little.
Taking your time, you gingerly walk down, listening to the smack of your feet on the 20+ stairs. For a second, you almost think the stairs are groaning louder as you go down. Which would be weird, since you think it would creak the higher you go up, not down. But you put that thought aside by the time you get to the landing.
Spotting your flip-flops by the door, you walk over to them and lift each dainty foot into the sandals. Your soles softly squish the foamy bottoms and press into the floor. You feel the foot-shaped indentations in the flip-flops squish around your toes and you wiggle them. Mmm, that's nice. But aren't the straps digging a little int your feet? Hm, it's probably nothing. You turn and are about to go out the door when--
Huh?! Look! You peer down at your midriff and see a little pudge sticking out. Not a lot, but a little just smooshing out under your shirt. You gently push your finger into your chubby navel and knead the soft center. Looks like you've gained one or two beginner pounds after all. Oh well. You swing you leg out the door to your apartment and set your foot outside to go...
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