By the time she arrived in college, she had resolved to shed some of those extra pounds. She went on a diet, then another; soon most of the pounds dropped away. But, no matter how much flab vanished from her body, her rear remained large, round, and soft.
She was reasonably happy with the rest of her new body: big boobs, shapely legs, soft and smooth skin. But her huge ass caused happiness to elude her.
Buying new clothing was a chore, finding the right clothes that minimized her enormous buttocks. She became depressed one time, reached for the chocolate bars with almonds, and binged out a couple of days, before realizing that she just had to work with the assets she had.
She had to try to stop worrying about her enormous ass. At least her ass, for its size, was soft and silky, a creamy cushion of flesh. She accepted that whatever outfit she wore would do little to de-emphasize the magnitude of her problem. She was not about to give up improving her appearance. She worked out at the gym, trying different programs, but her ass remained the same humongous size, perhaps a bit tighter.
She remained deeply ashamed of her posterior, but hoped that the balance of her curvy body would accomplish her goal, to meet a nice guy. Being self-conscious, whenever she went out in public, Nancy believed all eyes were on her disproportionate ass. She felt shame again and again, but no exercise corrected her problem and only increased her gluteal firmness. Daily ass checks affirmed that her buttoccal problem remained undiminished.
Nancy spent her Saturdays in the college library, keeping ahead of her courses. A fellow student from her Sociology class passed her several times. He paused at last at her table and exchanged a few pleasant, banal remarks about the course, the college, and the weather. Lawren... Læs hele novellen
