Major Hip Girl 5 (WG)

    Jace's ultra fatty arms were helpless, and remained atop her colossal belly. But not without also touching her floor-reaching breasts. Her position was strange as of this moment. Once merely bottom-heavy, she was the proud owner of a pair of buttocks that were too large for anything short of a moderately large shed. She sat on the ground, only feeling the thick flesh of her hindquarters--nothing but pure fat at this point. Jace had been glutting for a long time, but even eating excessively fattening food from day to day wouldn't grant her such a large butt. Her odd growths had been coming from just sleeping. Though, that appeared to stop. The last time she was weighed, the scale failed to give an exact answer. She could not be properly measured at this point. But it was enough to her when she was told her rear was too heavy for anything on the planet to lift it.

    But as mentioned before, Jace was wildly obese, and her shape was too much for her arms to overcome, meaning she could no longer feed herself. Instead, an array of devices did it for her. Not what she envisioned, but it certainly left her in a regal position. Still, she maintained a scowl, but only faintly. Just then, a phone began ringing from the distance. Jace barely heard it, what with how loudly she ate, but she swallowed what she was eating and quickly said, "Answer it."

    The warehouse, essentially a whole machine that doubled as her living quarters, obeyed.

    "Hey, Jace," a familiar voice said, "This is Rhonda. Calling to see if you're okay. I'm reminding you that I won't come back because I'm busy doing some work. But I promise to get back to you eventually."

    Jace sighed. She heard that message many times. It almost felt like she was being babied or that she may have amnesia. Jace didn't. It was just that her body put food, greed, and sloth at such a high pedestal that nothing else mattered to her. She grumbled and then the machinery went back to work, keeping her accommodated.

    How long, Jace wondered, had she been in the warehouse? She forgot that she even lived there. She hadn't been in town, contacted anyone, or even did anything else, but for some reason, she thought not to even ask why. Jace simply closed her eyes, eating, while trying to force herself in some kind of mental fantasy--a skill she had become adept in. By the time she opened her eyes, she was much bigger than before and stained with a lot of food.

    "This is getting old," she said, before snacking--or in her case, devouring 9 full meals in record time. She didn't do anything else for a long time, but once she got a break, she continued, "There better be some kind of antidote or something. Being this large is really boring."

    She just realized something: she had an incredible lack of emotion. But that soon faded to another one of those "oh..." moments. Another few minutes wouldn't come before dinner--and her stomach knew when that'd be. "Turn the TV on," she commanded, and at once, it brimmed with life.

    A large female reporter had a set of papers in her hands. But she nearly obscured the whole screen from where Jace sat.

    "Today's top story: Ultra-Size Mania. It's become the latest craze in the city. Ever since the mysterious disappearance of the city's famous Major Hip Girl, many women have tried to become the next BIG thing, in every sense of the word. We turn now to Arienne with the Major Hip Girl Fan Club."

    Jace raised an eyebrow. "I had a fan club??"

    She managed to blot out the question before focusing on a woman whose ample rear sat on the remains of a loveseat. Her upper half of the body remained rather slim in comparison.

    "Well, so far, many of us are trying. But not all of us were meant to have big butts--not like her. Instead, some decided to simply get as fat as they can, while others have given up. I think I'm getting a bit close, though. I mean, believe it or not, her presence alone is why we've been doing this for the last few years--"

    "TV--Off." Jace said, now with some anger in her voice.
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    She figured it out. It was clearly years since she got into the routine she knew now. That Rhonda was to blame for her missing out on life. The only reason Rhonda should be trying to do some research or some experiment, was only if Jace failed as one. That's not what Jace herself thought herself, but from a scientific standpoint--or Rhonda's to be exact, Jace may have plateaued or she might not have been sufficient enough. Or worse that that, Rhonda may have simply abandoned her.

    Jace wasn't going to let Rhonda off the hook just yet. Her stomach began to rumble, and at once, she simply commanded the machinery to feed her. In the same amount of time, Jace was finding something new to put on her mental list: learning to operate some of the technology. This was going to take a lot of time, but she had been mindlessly eating for years, so she certainly had time to get started. Once she was full, despite being massaged, Jace ordered the machinery to begin fetching various books for her, as well as some tools to practice with.

    The easy part was that Rhonda left notes about the warehouse behind. She also left behind some "basic" books on the technology used. However, Jace decided to start from there. By then, she'd become fatter in form, but also in knowledge of machines...



    She suddenly jolted up once she heard something tear. It was the pants--or tights--that she had been wearing since her arrival. Flesh bulged out of her legs, and Jace didn't even close her eyes yet.

    "Oh, no...NO!"


    Like yeast, her hips and thighs began to rise and grow, getting to the point where the walls of the warehouse were losing more space. This time, one of those growths happened while she was awake. She shook her head, forgetting about that. Her mind was on Rhonda, now that she accepted she'd always be this way.