Oblivious

Erin's fat settled in a strange way on her body. It didn't roll or fold much; instead, it seemed to pack on smoothly and evenly. It's difficult to describe, but one could probably convey the placement of Erin's excess fat as giving her a sort of an "overstuffed" appearance. She was always a short girl, and at this point, her weight, especially in relation to her height, was a bit jarring for most people.

When she was standing up, the sides of her body were over two feet apart from eachother, and her hips and her torso were just about the same width. A smooth, round curve of belly stretched forward a few inches further than her big, spherical boobs, but it didn't sag downwards. If you measured her torso's width from front to back instead of hip to hip, you would get a bit less than a foot and a half, or a bit more at the furthermost point of her belly. Her arms were very fat, with biceps reminiscent of hams, and chubby forearms as well. Impressively fat hands with corpulent fingers completed the picture. Her face was round and plump. It had fat cheeks, two chins, one big, pearly smile, and gorgeous eyes of a shockingly light blue color. Her legs were impressively thick and very round. Just like the rest of her, they were almost perfectly smooth, with the exception of a hefty amount of exaggerated cellulite that happily inhabited the backs of her thighs and ass.

If a single word had to be used to describe her body as a whole, it was probably the word "wide." This applied to not just her hips, like most girls that you would call wide, but her whole body. She was quite oddly wide as a whole.

      As a young child, she'd been normal-sized. Growing up in a small house with her single mother and her younger brother, Erin had never been anything but a normal kid with a big smile and remarkable eyes. She'd never been fat, and she'd never eaten much more than a normal child her age. However, as a teenager, she'd first started to become pudgy, and she finally began to take on what would later become her trademark shape: she was strangely wide, and each part of her seemed like was a bit too thick. Even back then, Erin was a bit wider than the other girls from top to bottom, but it'd been subtle. Even if she was a bit chunky, she was still clearly not fat. However, the days of subtlety were now long gone for Erin, and those unusual proportions were pushed to the absolute extreme. Her aforementioned width and thickness had grown out of control, fostered by her morbid obesity.

Now, Erin clearly and undeniably waddled when she walked, her overstuffed thighs sliding in slow motion past one another and fighting for space with every heavy step. Upon release from that battle, the cellulite would slosh violently until she forced her fat legs into another ungainly step. It seemed like everything she did was fat. She breathed mostly through her mouth now, heavily and quite audibly, and her voice had actually become slightly more nasally as a result. Her impressive coat of blubber swayed and bounced with the momentum of any movement she made, and when she sat, it pushed even further outwards in response to the displacement, bunching up into folds only when she was in this position. Due to her dramatic width, she had to turn to her side to make it through many doorways in homes built before the whole obesity epidemic really took hold.

Despite her massive and rapid swell in body mass, the fat young woman still almost exclusively wore skintight clothes, mostly tank tops, undersized tees, gym shorts and sweatpants. This came with the price of having the pale flesh above her waistband become exposed frequently, with skin in the area showing more often than not. Practically whenever she moved, a bit would reveal itself, and she struggled to keep up in pulling her shirt back down. Her belly was the biggest culprit of this. Sometimes she would forget to fight back for long periods of time, and occasionally even areas up to a few inches high could be exposed.

Erin's buttcheeks were almost sort of rectangular, and if her pants got wedged into the crack, as they often did, the boundaries of each cheek could be clearly seen. Chairs bent under Erin's great and powerful ass, and many a pair of underwear had been torn. Proportionally, it wasn't really any wider than her torso, but her torso was so wide that it was still huge and impressive. Chairs and sofas alike creaked under her weight, and she'd torn the seats of many pants of all different types in her time.

To Erin, exercise was seen as an enormous pain in her own enormous ass, and as such, she avoided it unless it was necessary. A walk in the park was practically a marathon in Erin's eyes, and stairs were her greatest nemesis. Food, on the other hand, was a passion of Erin's. This isn't to say that she was much into cooking or fine dining or gourmet or anything, but rather contrarily, that she was passionate in indulging in food. This passion, for lack of a better word, hadn't really been a thing for her back when she was thin, but it bloomed right around the point where she breached 200 pounds, sending her weight spiraling upwards immensely faster. She ate compulsively now, without even really thinking. She loved junk food especially, and since she wasn't too fond of cooking, which required far too much effort for her tastes, the accessibility and ease of junk food was extremely appealing to Erin. When she was thinner, she secretly loved to set aside time alone where she would stuff herself, seeing how much food she could cram herself with before she was so full that she could hardly even move. The feeling was almost sexual. However, after she'd passed the mark of 300 pounds, this practice became sort of obsolete, as instead, it would simply happen without her even realizing she was stuffing herself in the first place. She usually had food in her hands, in her mouth, or at least somewhere on her person, and this was the biggest reason that Erin was still growing, even if it had inevitably started to slow down as she was growing into her own appetite.

Looking at her tight clothes, lack of restraint, and her overall confidence, it would probably seem to others as if Erin was oblivious to the effects of her ungodly gluttony. Erin knew, at least partly, that she was fat. A small piece of her accepted this. Another larger part of her denied this, telling herself that it was just winter weight, that she'd sweat it off as soon as summer came around, that her clothes had shrunk in the wash again, that she was just curvy. The largest part of Erin would simply ignore it. This part would tell her to eat more, to not exercise and to not change her diet. It would also cause her to feel no embarrassment, shame or insecurity, and to keep her from questioning why she had to walk sideways through doorways or shop at specialty stores or tug her shirt down over her belly constantly. Perhaps oblivious actually wasn't too far of a stretch to describe Erin's attitude towards her own blatant obesity. She hardly, if at all, even thought of herself as fat.

Erin was jarringly wide, uniquely physically exaggerated, intriguingly obese, and yet totally unphased by her own excess of mass. Her body's fantastically soft and pillow-like consistency goes unnoticed by herself, but is impossible for others to ignore, wether their reaction is that of disgust or admiration. If, somehow, you were unable to tell from her sheer mass, you could infer from her (strangely flatteringly) pale skin, her hopelessly fattening diet and her attitude towards exercise in general that she was the perfect epitome of a couch potato in every sense. However, from her shameless consumption, her confident waddle, her skintight wardrobe and her lack of doubt, it was painfully clear that Erin wasn't even slightly concerned with this.


Erin was a couch potato to the extreme. To the world around her, she was no more than a big, fat, lazy, hungry, slobby, shameless, gluttonous pig. She was obscenely obese, more than twice the width of the average girl her age, and she ate enough to justify it. But to Erin, she was just a normal girl. None of that bothered her. She was happy. Obscenely fat, and still somehow very happy.