Trashy Desires - Part 9 (Patreon)

Constance felt humiliated as she watched Hailey walk off. Yet, her body felt buzzing from excitement. A look around the room showed her that everyone’s eyes were still on her when she turned around to talk to her mother.

Before she could say anything, her mother jumped forward to grab her belly. “What have you done to yourself!” she yelled with tears in her eyes. “This is unacceptable!”

Constance was surprised by her mother’s emotional outburst and didn’t know what to answer. She nervously tugged on her dress while her mother looked her up and down again in disgust.

“I will not tolerate my daughter embarrassing me like this! Can you imagine what people are thinking about us now? You look absolutely disgusting!” She slapped Constance’s belly and squirmed, watching it jiggle.

“I’m sorry, mother,” Constance stammered while feeling her cheeks flush, “I lost my focus and only realized too late.”

“You’re a cow! How can you realize this so late? I didn’t raise you to become a fat slob! I hope you are ashamed of yourself. Now get out of my sight. We’re done talking. You better remember the path you’re supposed to walk in life and get back there immediately!”

Her mother sneered while turning around and left Constance to her humiliation. Even though Constance felt embarrassed like never before, she also felt a burning desire to retreat somewhere she could touch herself. Seeing the disapproving looks everyone shot her only increased this feeling.

She took a deep breath to regain her composure and left the room to look around the venue.

Usually, Constance would be swarmed by people wanting to talk to or flirt with her during events like this. Now, she was left alone, only receiving dirty looks wherever she went. Some people stepped further away from her when she walked by as if her fatness could somehow spread to them. Even though it felt awkward to be alone amongst so many people, Constance also felt relief not to have to participate in dull small talk. She found most people her family associated with shallow opportunists only interested in getting further ahead in their careers.

Not knowing what else to do, Constance decided to go outside where the ceremony would be held and find a good place to sit.

As she stepped outside, she saw Hailey surrounded by her friends. Once Hailey saw her portly cousin, she pointed to her and said something to the group. Everyone turned around to inspect Constance and then burst out laughing.

Her cheeks burning bright red, Constance searched for a seat with a good view and sighed in relief when she sat down. Not being used to carrying that much weight in her heels, her feet were already killing her. She would have to make sure to spend most of the wedding seated to avoid any further strain. Given how everyone had reacted to her, Constance knew that no one would try to get her involved in dancing or other activities.

Lost in her thoughts, Constance tried to cross her legs out of habit, forgetting that the newly added weight on her thighs made this impossible. She heard Hailey’s friends burst out into another fit of laughter when they watched her fat thighs clash against each other in her failed attempt to cross them.

Constance sat alone for a while until Hailey stepped into her line of view. At a second glance, Constance saw that her cousin carried a plate with cake on it.

“You look so sad sitting all by yourself,” Hailey said, unable to hide her gloating, “so I thought I’d get you something to cheer you up. The buffet is still closed, but we had to make an exception for a big girl like you. You must be so hungry, and I can’t have anyone feeling unwell during my big day!”

“Thank you,” Constance said as she sheepishly accepted the plate.

“You’re welcome! I’m just glad to make my tubby cousin happy,” Hailey responded and walked back to her friends, who were all dying from laughter.

As she took her first bite, Constance was happy to have something to do to pass the time. The intense embarrassment from being laughed at by everyone slowly faded. Everyone at this event thought of her as less than them and expected her to act accordingly. There was no more pressure to act like an upper-class lady fitting into the posh crowd. It was a thrilling freedom she had never experienced before. She could feel herself getting addicted to it immediately.

But her newfound freedom wasn’t the only thing that made Constance feel alive. Another feeling bubbled inside her, growing stronger every moment and starting to take over her thoughts. Each humiliation only added fuel to the fire that raged deep inside her, and she could no longer deny the scary truth.

Being looked down upon by everyone made Constance horny as hell.