This choice: Phoebe's indulgences start catching up with her, especially below the waist. • Go Back... Life for young Phoebe was, quite frankly, a ball at the moment.
Having managed to negotiate the night out with Uma relatively well, and by that its meant without obvious embarrassment, Phoebe managed to come out of her shell quite some.
This proved to be quite the fortunate development as, initially led by Uma herself but quickly turned into sincere requests from Phoebe, the pair became semi regular's at Nat's place.
Despite her initial skepticism towards some of Uma and Audrey's college mates, they all turned out to be pretty decent people.
Bruce wasn't there often but he was always good fun whenever he was, not to mention to die for eye candy, particularly when the alcohol had been flowing and he always seemed to have an eye out for Phoebe. Not in the sense of fancying her, he was DEFINITELY gay she found out, more of a brotherly compassion.
Then there was the elusive Sheryl. Nat's in house DJ was rarely free to talk but, after a rather awkward exchange with her thinking that Phoebe was Reagan, her and Phoebe soon interacted as often as she was available. It did help that she played most of Phoebe's favourite music all the time.
Then, of course, to complete the trio of regulars was Nat herself. The thick figured club owner still set Phoebe on edge for some reason but she was nice enough AND she provided food for the girls so she was alright in Phoebe's niave little eyes.
All in all, Phoebe and Uma were having a great time, going out together, getting drunk and eating some absolutely amazing food.
Of course, these moments being so enjoyable really made it suck when the reality hit home.
***************
All through the house there was silence, well, apart from the echoing groans and grunts of discomfort echoing from Phoebe's room.
*knock knock* "You ok in there Phebe's?" asked Ixchel rather sheepishly, not wanting to provoke an outburst from her cousin
*URGH* "No, Chel, I'm not...*groan*...ok!" called out Phoebe between grunts "Aud's shrunk my *grunt* god damn *URGH* jeans!"
"Oh no" moaned Ixchel, tentatively putting a hand on her cousin's door handle "you want a hand in there?"
Without waiting for permission, Ixchel turned the handle and managed to open the door a crack before having the division bounce back against here, likely caused by a pillow being thrown at it from the other side.
"NO!" screeched Phoebe "I'll fix it, leave me alone!"
"Oh...ok then" mumbled Ixchel before heading down the stairs with a slow trudge "Jeez, try and help some people"
With her cheeks burning red from exertion, Phoebe clung desperately onto the waistband of her skinny jeans, taking deep breaths before engaging in another attempt to pull the denim up into place.
All seemed to go well initially, the blue material encasing her calves, knees and tightening slightly around her thighs before slowing drastically to reveal the problem with their fit.
"Oh come on!" huffed the red head, continuing to pull harder as she tried to overcome the issue.
Of course, what she couldn't see was that her genetically gifted backside was proving to be the problem.
After a period of intense indulgence combined with her sedentary lifestyle, Phoebe had grown quite noticeably around her rear, to the point now that her jeans were unable to cover any more than a third of the bulbous buttocks.
Hours of sitting and consuming empty calories, both in liquid and food form, had had quite the expansive effect on Phoebe's naturally tight rear which now looked like a pair of oversized marshmallows squeezing out of her jeans. The poor things were so overtaxed that a line of pudge was overflowing the waistband giving her what could only be referred to as a 'double butt cheek' on each side.
Screaming out in dispair, Phoebe threw herself backwards onto her bed and cradled her face in her hands as her jeans slackly slid back down to her knees as she reflected on the past few days. In her heart of hearts, Phoebe knew that Audrey had nothing to do with her jeans not fitting, but she was too mad to think rationally like that.
If she had been in a position to think sensibly though, she would have realised that her rear wasn't the only part of her effected by her gluttony of late.
Alongside her booty swell, her hips had also taken on a layer of padding previously unaccounted for and on top of her hips sat the startings of a slight muffin top.
Still silently groaning to herself as she kicked of her jeans completely, Phoebe found herself staring at her clock and was presented with a whole different problem.
"Oh shoot! I've got to get to work!"
Throwing herself from her bed, nearly tripping over the bothersome jeans, Phoebe desperately looked for anything she could use as an alternative, finally stumbling across a stretchy ruffled skirt.
It would have to do.
Throwing the skirt up her legs and feeling it constrict slightly around her backside, Phoebe sighed audibly but accepted it actually went up and made for the door, bowling down the stairs and slamming the front door behind her.
Upon hearing the door slam, rather sleepily, Uma trudged out from her room wearing nothing more than a tattered basketball vest and some panties.
Staring at the front door, the athlete lazily scratched the side of her stomach which was looking far less toned than usual and slightly more rounded before rolling her eyes and going back in her room whilst muttering something about house mates and slamming doors.
***************
"Oh god, I'm sorry I'm late!" shouted Phoebe as she burst through the door to the studio where she was currently working with the crew.
"Don't worry honey, just get yourself to wardrobe and we'll see you in 10" called the director back across to her.
Grateful that filming hadn't fully started, Phoebe trotted swiftly towards her dressing room to get changed for the day.
Had she been in another frame of mind and more aware of the situation, the bottom heavy red head might have actually enjoyed the amount of wobbling that her backside was currently doing under its own momentum as she walked.
**10 minutes later**
"Is Phoebe ready yet or not?" shouted the director from his chair, looking around for any evidence of the red headed star of the show.
"She's not come out of her dressing room yet" muttered a nearby stage hand, expecting a rollicking from the director who was notoriously short fused when it came to punctuality.
Although Phoebe was no angel when it came to time management there was a long standing thing that she got away with a lot of things by being pretty and flirty.
Today was not one of those days though
All too similar to a few shout hours ago, Phoebe's distinct groans and moans could be heard through the closed door of the dressing room.
This time, with less patience however, head of wardrobe and makeup let herself into the room.
"You sound like you're struggling there sweetie, you ok?" offered Mary Jane, as she looked over the situation before her, trying to take it all in.
"I'm fine...*URGH*...thank...you!" groaned the actress as she fought to pull her tights up which were protesting like her jeans.
However, unlike the restrictive denim, the tights finally gave way and hugged her hips tightly as the smooth material slid over her engorged rear.
With a sigh of relief, Phoebe composed herself before taking a step forward to exit the room.
The one step was all it took.
A loud tear could be heard throughout the studio as the poor, thinly stretched tights encasing Phoebe's lower half gave up and split wide open allowing her newly developing rear assets to surge forth through the gap.
Perfectly aware of what had just happened, Phoebe flushed crimson red immediately before squatting down on the floor and bursting into tears.
Unfortunately for her, the squatting motion caused the tights to rip even further, only stopping when they hit the stretched waistband around her hips.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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