Fattening~Desire

Ch.5

Yoooo so yeah I kinda abandoned my child but whatever it's lit guys right lmao enjoy or whatever you perverts.
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          Wendy's POV
The first thing I realize when I wake is that there is liquid trailing down my legs. I rip the cover off and hop up, just in time to see a brown puddle of blood.

"FUCK!" I screech. Why now?! I knew it was coming but still?! I hate being a girl...

The congealed blood is sticky and disgusting, not to mention it covers almost all of my back legs.

"WHY NOW!!!???" I shriek, on the verge of tears.

Oh, w-wait, my is my head pounding so much? Why does it hurt so bad? Why does everything seem so bright?

I slide down to the floor after falling against the wall. I can't breathe. What. My lungs won't work. Breathe. BrEATHE!

I can't. My-my lungs are frozen.

I'm beating my chest to get them to work.

Can you perform CPR on yourself?

I HOPE SO!

Finally, my chest starts to move up and down. What the fuck. What is going on?? First I'm breaking down over my period, and the next I'm on the verge of death. Jesus Christ's Fast Food Chain! I just wanna stay home and cry now. Then again, although I REALLY don't want to, I have to go to school. I can't skip anymore than I already have.

Damn it. I shouldn't have gone to Chillie's that one time to play Overcooked. Now I have no more unexcused absences. Again, damn it.

I sigh, getting up from the floor carefully, as to not slip on my blood. Disgusting. I'm gonna have to get a new mattress after this; the blood has got to have already soaked through. Ugh, whatever. Waddling awkwardly over to the bathroom, I turn on the shower, wait a bit, then step in the lukewarm water fully clothed. Shivering slightly, I strip out of my now wet pjs, flinging them against the back wall of the shower, where I'll probably forget about them. Then I take off my underwear, and fling that too away from me.

Looking through my collection of soap products, I pick the one my aunt brought me back from the Bahamas. It has a faint smell of rum and lemons. I haven't ever been to the Bahamas, but I'm not sure that's what they smell like. Oh well, at least it smells good. Clean, and a little spritzy. I could use good hygiene.

After I get out of the shower, my unnaturally auburn hair clinging to my shoulders, I walk over to my closet to pick out some clothes. I like my taste in fashion, a very nice type of aesthetic, like a mix between soft girl and bathroom smoker vibes, if those two aren't polar opposites. 

Rifling between tops and bottoms, I come across a nice colorful striped shirt with long sleeves. I stare at it for a bit, then a bulb goes off in the deep nether regions of my brain, and I quickly dive through my closet in search of that zip up jean skirt I wore to my middle school graduation. Fortunately, I am still as THICC as I was then, so it fits me perfectly. I pull it up around my legs, make sure my shirt stays flat, then hoist the skirt up to my waist, if not a little higher. I zip up the skirt, and pull my shirt out a little, just enough to where is doesn't look fat but it doesn't look like I'm tugging the shirt in between my legs constantly.