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Bigger Blogger (Housekeeping, Caption)
🕑 Added 2018-09-05 19:26:52 +0000 UTC // Housekeeping //Well, if you follow my other blog, you'll soon know that I'll be doing a lot more morphs for a while. Tried moving out of my college housing, had some drama on what was a perfectly sweet lease, and had the rug pulled out from under me 2 days before move in day b/c they changed their mind ... thats life I guess!
Anyways, now I'm couch surfing until I can find another affordable apartment, and don't have the luxury of having my Hue lights, or a dedicated 'shooting' room on demand, so my entire Unburied blog is going to be running off of scraps and couch-photoshoots for a while, unless I can sneak into someone's room ..
But.. while shooting will be harder to arrange, I'll have plenty of time to pour into this blog that I've neglected for so long.. (even after all it's done for me- this is where it all started!)
Anyways, enough of my misplaced facebook rant, now for what you actually came for..
// Bigger Blogger //
(Authors note, first time captioning in a while! Critique Welcome!)
Claire had moved out into her own bachellorette pad, courtesy of some windfall of inheritance from an estranged, wealthy and childless uncle. This was Claire’s first time out of the nest, while her parents were a great boon of homeownership advice, and her uncle was a successful financial advisor, the transition from having all of her meals prepared for her from her stay-at-home mother into being under her own discretion was left to her own wits.
Being new in town, she was incredibly lucky to find the supermarket without having to wander far from home. Just a block away was a quaint, cowboy themed “BULK BARN” with all sorts of fun farm styled things, big stacks of hay, saddles, baby chickens, and giant bags of kibble with pictures of different animals on them. While she did miss her moms home cooking, she knew she had to be responsible with her money until she got a job and learned how to cook for herself, and this 25 lb bag of “Mega-Gro Cow Feed” was very reasonably priced, and sneaking a kibble nugget out of the packaging, tasted unnaturally satisfying.
Claire had been warned of the ‘Freshman 15’, and was surprised to find she had her own ‘15’ pack on a couple days later. She had quickly fallen into a routine of lazing about the house, munching on her delicious kibble, watching TV or browsing Tumblr. She had arranged her investments beforehand that there was a small allowance each month in dividends, just enough for the necessities. While she planned to be job hunting for some extra spending cash, she didn’t know how satisfying it would be to snack and scroll all day. The more kibble she ate, the less she worried about work, or college, or anything really.
She had called and set up a regular shipment to her house to be automatically billed to her account, she really didn’t like going outside anymore since it was such a struggle to find pants that still fit, and she felt weirdly uncomfortable whenever she stopped her munching for anything, even between opening bags of feed.
Slowly, her snacking turned into a reflexive grazing, and her spectrum of concerns and responsibilities slowly shrank as the bovine-sized dose of relaxing hormones in her feed were put to work. She didn’t have meals, just a perpetual handful like she was conquering on a bottomless bag of chips. She stopped bothering with clothes too, for some reason the last of the pants that fit wouldn’t go on her body anymore either, she didn’t know why.
She didn’t notice, but she was steadily putting on about 30 lbs a week. The complex formula meant to nurse young cows into a competition weight was processed a little differently in humans, and packed all the calories on and below the pelvis.
Every now and then she would step on the scale, since someone had left it in her path between the bedroom and bathroom. Always surprised by the flickering LCD screen, she would pause and get a readout. Already holding 215 lbs on a 90 lb skeleton, her two cheeks were thick globes the size of beach balls, that would gently rub on either edge of the doorway whenever she changed rooms. That didn’t matter, though. She had her bag of kibble she carried around, and an internet connection, that was enough for her.
