--fan2000
The Changing Room
Margo Macintiosh was a prim and proper lady. Sophisticated with high standards. She was very intelligent and at the young age of 23 earned not only a business degree, but right out of college became employed at one of the biggest firms in the nation. Not that her looks had anything to do with it, or maybe it did. Margo had a highly attractive, diamond shaped face with chocolate brown hair set in a short, preppy hairstyle. She had a slim curvaceous figure and looked more like a super model then a business executive. Dressed in a light gray blazer and matching skirt with a pink blouse, Margo looked stunning, yet arrogant.
Upon entering the clothing store, Margo was promptly waited on by a chubby teen-age girl. All of 17, she had a wavy blond mane that hugged her shoulders and enhanced her smiling, sweet face. Her well-nourished 210-pound figure was wide and neatly dressed in a tan T-shirt and black slacks. Her nametag read Janie. "Can I help you Miss?" Janie politely asked, with a cheerful tone of voice.
Margo glanced over the chubby young lady with a wily smile, "If you must, you must."
Janie nodded, though felt uncomfortable with the woman’s smug attitude. "What exactly are you looking for today?"
Margo replied, not even looking Janie in the eyes, "Slacks. I’m looking for a pair of dress slacks, something sharp, but not too trendy. Do you think you can assist me?"
Janie nodded and the pair walked down the aisles until they reached the slacks. As Margo looked over the various slacks, Janie unwisely remarked, "I’m guessing you’re a size 6?"
Margo stopped her browsing and turned to Janie. "I beg your pardon. I’m a size 4, but can fit into a size 2."
Janie shrugged her shoulders and replied, "Are you sure?"
Margo raised her eyebrows, "Yes I’m sure, you little butterball." Then Margo laughed, "Little butterball? Now that’s an oxymoron. You’re not little at all."
Janie only stared at Margo who went back to searching through the slacks. However, Neala Chondrire was but a few steps away and wasn’t one to stay quiet. "Excuse me mademoiselle, you are looking for slacks, no?"
Margo glanced over the 300-pound Neala, "Why don’t you mind your own business."
But Neala was not one to back down, "But I can select for you the perfect pair, yes?"
Margo shook her head and turned away, but Neala was insistent. Neala touched Margo on the shoulder and an angry Margo turned around. "I don’t know who you are, but leave me alone!" Resting her hand over her slim waist, Margo continued her tirade, "If I need fashion advice, it's not going to come from a blimp!"
Neala only laughed, then placed a pair of spandex slacks into Margo’s hands. "Try these on mademoiselle, you'll find them a perfect fit, no?"
Margo scoffed at the suggestion, "Really Miss, I never wear spandex. Spandex is for women who are fashion ignorant or simply low class."
Walking over to Margo, Neala grinned as she gently pushed her in the direction of the changing room, "But of course mademoiselle, spandex then is perfect for you, no?"
Margo tried to maneuver herself around Neala, but instead found herself inside of the changing room.
Janie walked over to Neala, "You don’t actually think she’s going to try on those spandex slacks, do you?"
Neala nodded, "Oh she shall. Now my pretty cherie, find me a matching top."
Janie shook her head and returned a couple minutes later with an oversized T-shirt. "Will this do?" Janie giggled.
Neala smiled, "Perfect."
Neala reached into the changing room and handed Margo the T-shirt. When Margo finally left the changing room, she was a completely different woman. Her face was now excessively chubby with huge chipmunk cheeks and overly extended double chin. Her breasts doubled in size as did her upper arms. Margo’s big, burdensome belly slightly snuck out over her spandex slacks and thick rolls circled her spacious waist. Her hips were unusually wide and her overly large butt pushed out and up into the air, over her thick, bulky thighs. Even Margo’s hairstyle had changed, for it was now light brown and set in a ponytail. Margo’s big, colossal belly wiggled as she moved and placing her hands over her wide hips, she asked, "What do you think?"
Neala smiled at the 350 pound Margo, "Yes, perfect for you mademoiselle"
Janie blinked her eyes then looked to Neala, "What happen? That’s not the same woman that entered the changing room, is it?"
Neala took Janie aside and in a low, soft voice, told her, "My pretty cherie, I have a whole collection of charms and spells. I used one to reverse her appearance and behavior."
Janie dropped her jaw; "You changed her behavior too?"
Neal smiled, "She’s the exact opposite of who she was and has become the kind of person she used to ridicule and snub."
Janie grinned, "You don’t happen by chance, have a business card?"
Neala and Janie returned to the revamped Margo, who was looking over matronly style pantsuits. Neala gently nudged Janie on her shoulder, "You’ve pride in your appearance, yes cherie. Why not give her a hand and make a sale commission too, no?"
Janie nodded and thoughtfully approached Margo who now knew as much about fashion as she did about the atom, "Would you like some help?" Margo smiled, "Oh thank you young lady."
Neala listened in as Margo explained, "I’m looking for something to wear at the office. I just fetch coffee and answer the phones, no big deal, but I want to look nice."
Janie nodded, "I understand miss. We have quite the selection for office attire."
Margo planted her hands over her oversized hips, "You know miss, I don’t even know my size."
Janie cordially replied, "Not a problem and by the way, I'm Janie."
Margo smiled, "I’m Margie, nice to meet you."
Neal folded her arms over her ample bust and watched as Janie and Margie disappeared into the aisles.
FINIS
The Doll
Nine-year old Gemma Bruiss hated her baby sitter. Bad enough her parents were away on a second honeymoon for two weeks, she was left in the care of Arista Roth, who barely let her do anything. The 19-year old Arista was home from college and needed the extra cash, so she took the job since the Bruiss’ were absolutely wealthy and were going to pay her top dollar for watching their daughter. Arista didn’t care much for the role of babysitter, but lacked the funds for an end of summer vacation with her friends in Key West. So all she had to do was put up with the brat, as she called Gemma, for two whole weeks and her vacation would be completely paid for.
Arista had strict rules. Gemma couldn’t have any friends over, nor could she ever leave the house. If Arista had company, Gemma was sent to her room. Breakfast was usually just cereal or toast with juice. Lunch and dinner was mainly can foods or macaroni and cheese; though Arista would always make herself nice meals. Bedtime for Gemma was six o’clock. The poor child was very unhappy and whenever she would whine, it was off to bed.
Arista only thought of herself and basked in her own popularity. It was no secret that Arista was vain and selfish and Arista didn’t care who knew it. She had quite a few boyfriends and her girlfriends were just as shallow as she was. Arista had a long, flowing honey blond mane that showcased her beauteous face and a slim, trim figure that she loved to flaunt. She especially enjoyed parading her svelte body around guys she had no use for and gals who were heavy. She’d put on airs and brag about all the guys that flocked around her, just to admire her beauty.
Dressed in a blue tube top, which complimented her ample bust and flat tummy and pink spandex shorts that drew attention to her well tone thighs and small bubble butt, Arista spoke on a phone to a friend. Gemma stood aside her babysitter and tried in vain to ask about dinner. "Yeah, so what does Melinda do after Kyle leaves for school? She turns to food. You have to see her; she's a bovine alright. A big fat cow."
Gemma touched Arista on the arm, but Arista only brushed her away and carried on with the conversation. "Yeah Kyle’s going to be interested in me. I’m sure to snag him too. After all, once he arrives home from Maine, he'll see what his chick looks like and it’ll be no contest."
Again Gemma tried to grasp Arista’s attention and again she’s pushed away. "I’m so sure Melinda sits at home and stuff’s her face watching TV every night. She’s so fat I doubt she has any real social life."
Finally Gemma got on Arista’s last good nerve and Arista remarked to her friend, "Can I call you right back? The little pest is giving me a hard time."
Upon hanging up the phone, Arista turned to Gemma, "Okay brat! What the hell do you want?
Gemma shook as she spoke, "I’m hungry! Can't we eat now?"
Arista drew a breath. "Dinner will be ready when I’m ready to feed you! Now go to your room and play!"
Gemma quietly asked, "Can’t we go out to dinner, please?"
Arista turned Gemma around towards the direction of her room, "I said go to your room and play!"
Gemma shouted, "I’m bored!"
Then she turned and faced Arista. "Can’t you play with me?"
Arista looked away to calm her nerves and noticed a doll in the china cabinet. Seems Gemma’s parents brought the doll back from Peru while they volunteered the previous summer at a dig for the National Geographic Society. Made of straw, wood and cotton, the doll had big eyes and a wide smile painted on its face. Dressed in what resembled a muumuu, the doll looked like a well-feed young woman. Arista pulled the doll out of the cabinet and tossed it over to Gemma. "Play with this and leave me alone!"
Gemma slowly walked to her room and shut the door. Holding the doll in her arms, Emma wished out loud, "Maybe if Arista was more like that girl she was talking about, Melinda, she'd treat me more better."
Meanwhile in the living room, Arista picked up the phone, but not only did she forget her friend’s phone number, couldn't remember whom she was trying to call. Arista scratched the back of her head, then ran her fingers threw her hair, "Why can’t I remember?"
Shrugging her shoulders, Arista just didn’t care anymore and decided to watch some television. Just as she was about to turn on the TV, a jolt snapped through body and Arista blinked. "What the heck happen?" Arista questioned.
Looking over her body, Arista noticed she was wearing different clothes then what she thought she had on. For her tube top and shorts were replaced by light gray sweat pants and an oversize blue t-shirt with a photograph of Justin Timberlake on it! Arista’s first thoughts were of confusion, "Why would I wear a Justin Timberlake T-shirt shirt? That’s so middle school."
However, Arista then giggled, "Like, maybe I was dressed like this, already? Justin is just so cool."
Arista didn’t even notice that her hairstyle changed as well. Her long mane was still honey blond in color, but instead of flowing over her shoulders, her hair was parted down the middle and set in pigtails. Bouncing on the sofa, Arista turned on the TV and went straight to CNBC. After all as a political science major, she wanted to be up on current events. However, as she watched the news report, Arista became bored on switched on MTV. "Hey, Britney Spears new video, cool."
Just then another jolt snapped through Arista’s svelte body. Arista blinked her eyes, "Wow, it happen it again?" Shaking it off as just a muscle spasm, Arista continued to watch TV. However, Arista was unaware she was now ten pounds heavier. The added weight was barely noticeable. She now had the slightest double chin, her belly was a bit puffy, she lost the firmness in her thighs and her butt was just a tad fuller. What was noticeable was her hunger.
Arista bounced off the sofa and skipped to the kitchen. She plopped a handful of cookies into her mouth, then washed them down with chocolate milk that she drank from right out of the carton. After polishing off the milk, she grabbed a handful of hot dogs that she ate uncooked. Wham! Arista was jolted again. Now she was twenty pounds heavier and at 155 pounds it showed. Her face was fuller and now had a definite double chin. Arista’s upper arm’s increased in size and jiggled as she continued eating the hot dogs. Her breasts were indeed larger and her waist thicker. Arista’s bigger belly bulged outward stretching the fabric of her sweat pants. Her hips had spread a few inches wider and her posterior swelled, becoming rounder and pushing upwards over her beefy, plump thighs that lacked serious muscle tone. Stopping as she was about to devour the last hot dog, Arista shook her tubby belly, "How did I get so fat? Have I always been this chubby?"
Gemma quietly left her room and from the living room saw the newly formed Arista chow down the last hot dog. Arista tried to make sense of her size, but when no explanation came forthright, she just shrugged her shoulders, "I guess I’ve always been like this."
After gobbling up a few more cookies, Arista noticed Gemma watching her. Gemma was surprised by what happen, but thought it was pretty funny to see her babysitter looking so fat and sloppy. Arista walked over to her charge and smiled, "Go on sweetie, put on something nice and we’ll go out for dinner and maybe see a movie."
Gemma was so delighted, so ran back into her room and changed into better clothes. Arista was about to sit back down in front of the TV when she was again jolted! Arista paid no mind to the latest shock to her system, she was anxious to leave the house and grab some fast food. Her 195-pound body was beyond chunky. Her face was completely round with chubby cheeks and distinct double chin. Her upper arms and breasts were a tad bigger, but her belly and waist became extremely paunchy. Her bloated belly slightly peaked out between her T-shirt and sweat pants as two thick rolls of fat circled her waist. Her hips were even wider and her oversize bubble butt pushed out further, bouncing over her extremely flabby, pudgy thighs.
At this point, Arista didn’t even notice how big she had become. Matter of fact, she took it for granted that she was had always been this heavy. Arista walked over to Gemma’s room to see what was taking her so long. As she moved her big belly quivered, her large bubble butt bounced and her thick thighs wiggled. Arista’s wide figure almost took up the whole space in the doorway where she stood to ask, "Just about ready?"
Gemma cheerfully replied, "Uh-uh, yeah Arista."
Arista noticed the doll lying on the bed and turning sideways to enter the room, picked it up. "We better put this doll back in the china cabinet, okay sweetie. It looks like an antique, but I’ll buy you a doll while we’re out, okay."
Gemma looked at her overweight babysitter and smiled, "Naw. That’s okay. I’m just glad to get out of the house."
Arista giggled, "Well, we'll spend more time together outside if you want? Maybe take a trip to the mall tomorrow or something?"
Gemma ran over to Arista and hugged her, "Oh cool!"
Just as Arista was putting the doll back into the china cabinet, she was jolted for the last time. The final jolt didn’t faze Arista at all, but Gemma blinked at the now 275 pound Arista! Arista looked like a completely different young lady. Though Arista’s facial features barely resembled her former self, with even chubbier cheeks and very prominent double chin, her soft, round face was rather cute. Arista’s shape was now that of a tubby, butterball and her T-shirt and sweat pants barely fit her increased size. Her upper arms were huge and her bust size inflated so much that her large breasts sagged on top of her immense belly. Her belly was now so enormous and heavy that gravity pulled it down towards the floor. Her T-shirt was tight enough that it kept riding up her voluminous waist that now had quite a few thick rolls of flab. The biggest roll poked out between her T-shirt and sweat pants. A lumpy layer of fat covered her extensive hips and the butt cheeks of her corpulent bubble butt looked like two oversized beach balls glued together. Arista’s extremely fat hindquarter pushed out slightly less, but yet still into the air over her colossal thunder thighs. Arista wasn’t just pudgy or stout; she was now a blimp! Arista adjusted her sweatpants then giggled as she told Gemma, "Maybe we should wander over to the mall today, I think I put on a couple of pounds?"
Taking Gemma by the hand, Arista waddled towards the front door and happily remarked, "Maybe we can stop by my friend Melinda’s house and see if she would like to join us."
Finis
The Alternation
Penelope Worthington stood outside of a meager looking filling station talking to her assistant over her cell phone. "That’s correct Muriel, I’m stranded out her in boffu-Egypt overnight, so rearrange the meeting until Monday."
Penelope was on her way from Chicago to Atlanta on a business trip, when her beautiful silver mustang stalled just outside of the small southern town of Crowpoint. "Yes Muriel, I know I should have flown, but hindsight is only 50-50."
Penelope loved her car so much; she didn’t want to fly to Atlanta, but instead decided to make it a road trip. "I haven’t a clue why it stalled, but the mechanic is looking it over as we speak. This little town looks like white trash heaven. I mean the people I’ve seen haven’t a clue about fashion."
Penelope was a spoiled 23 -year old woman who advanced in her marketing skills on her fathers repartition and bank account. She went to the best schools and until recently, never worked a day in her life. That was until her father pulled a few strings and got her a lofty job as the accounting manager of sales for a fashion company that catered to the filthy rich. "I hope this hole in the earth has a decent place to stay. All I’ve seen so far is this dirty run down gas station and a shabby looking diner connected to a small grocery store."
Penelope was used to five star hotels, room service and all the perks that came with being able to afford living in a palace. "I’ll call you back tonight Muriel and bring you up to date on my situation."
Penelope was an enchanting looking vixen. Her gorgeous face was diamond shaped, showcased by long flowing dark brown hair. Her dazzling 128-pound figure was slim and curvaceous with ample breasts and modestly wide hips. Dressed in a preppy, black business suit and ivory blouse, she was a sight to see in such a poor community.
Buck Kegum, the local mechanic felt uncomfortable as he spoke with her. After all, in his neck of the woods, very few females had Penelope’s prestige and air of confidence. Buck was a nice looking young man, a little on the chubby side and had a kind deposition. "I never seen such a fine automobile as your’s ma’am. I bet it cost you a lot?"
Penelope glanced over Buck in his greasy overalls and dirty face. "Well I’m glad you can appreciate my car, but I need to leave as soon as possible. When will you have it ready?"
Buck scratched his head. "I suppose sometime tomorrow afternoon."
Penelope tapped her foot. "Tomorrow afternoon isn’t good enough. Have it ready first thing in the morning."
Buck shrugged his shoulders, "I’ll try."
Folding her arms over her breasts, Penelope remarked, "That's not good enough. My father is a wealthy man with much influence. Unless you want to go out of business, have my car ready by morning."
Buck had no words to reply, he just stood there as Penelope continued, "Now, can you direct me to a hotel?"
Buck titled his head, "We ain’t got no hotels around here ma’am, but Amanita Cranshaw has a boarding house over behind her diner. She might be willing to put you up for the night."
Penelope drew a breath, "Very well." As Penelope made tracks, Buck yelled over to her, "Right bout now, Amanita's in the diner. She serves some many find grub if you’re hungry!"
Penelope didn’t bother to look back, as she walked over to the simple country diner with the words "GOOD EATTENS" written across the picture window. Penelope entered the diner, which was empty with exception to Amanita playing checkers with another young gal. Amanita Cranshaw was a middle age, chubby woman with a rather pretty face and short, light brown hair, decorated with a ribbon. Her 190-pound well-fed figure was in a faded sundress with short ruffle sleeves.
Her cohort was Jolene Dash. Jolene was a beautiful, heavyset butterball of a country gal. The 25-year old Jolene had a cute round face and a long, big mane of soft blond hair. Her 210-pound ample figure was modestly dressed in a light blue, short sleeve blouse and dirty, worn-out jeans. Penelope glanced down with authority at the two country gals, "Which one of you'd is Amanita Cranshaw?"
Jolene laughed, "Where you come from? You look like some rich princess."
Amanita smiled, "If you come to apply for the job at the grocery store missy, no need for you to get all gussies up."
Penelope held her hand to her hip, as her other hand waved her trendy sunglasses in Amanita's face, "Trust me, what you bring home in a year, I spend in a day! Now which one of you'd is Mrs. Cranshaw?"
Amanita smiled, "No need to fuss missy, what can I do ya fer?"
Penelope explained her situation to Amanita, "I need a room to spend the night, you have anything available?"
Amanita got off her chair and spoke as she poured Jolene and herself lemon aid; "I might be able to accommodate you missy. You got to excuse me though. Seeing you dressed up for like a parade, I thought maybe you wanted the job at the grocery store."
Penelope took a seat at the counter with Jolene following and sitting next to her. "I’m not looking for work thank you very much. I make over 120 G’s a year."
Jolene blinked, "Wow! That buys enough feed for daddy’s livestock the whole year. No wonder you look like a princess, you're rich!"
Amanita handed Jolene the lemon aid then asked, Penelope, "Want a glass of lemon aid, missy? Best in the county."
Penelope cringed. "It’s Penelope, not missy and no lemon aid for me. Thank you."
Amanita smiled, "Penny is such a pretty name."
Jolene concurred, "That's a name like from the movies."
Penelope shook her head, "It’s Penelope, not Penny, but to you its Ms. Worthington, understand?"
Amanita shook her head, "No need to get your undies in a bind missy."
Jolene defended her friend, "Amanita meant you no harm. We’re just friendly folk here in Crowpoint."
Penelope stood up, "Surely you don’t think I want to be your friend? I have no use for uneducated backwoods people who are dumpy, dirty and fat. All I want is my room and a shower and to be left alone!"
"You know missy, with your attitude maybe I shouldn’t give you a room, but I ain’t like that. The showers extra though."
Penelope placed her hands upon her narrow hips, "Trust me, I can afford it."
Penelope turned to Jolene who was sipping her lemon aid, "Go to the filling station and get my bags."
Jolene turned to Aminta, who remarked, "Go on a head dumpling; we've got to accommodate miss high and mighty."
Jolene stood up and asked Penelope, "Maybe if I do, you can tell be all about being rich and big city life?"
Penelope rolled her eyes, "Let me take a shower and we’ll see."
"Hot dog!" Jolene chimed as she made tracks out the door.
Amanita rested her elbows upon the counter, "When Jo gets back, she kin watch the diner for me while I’s take you to your room."
Penelope slowly nodded as Amanita asked, "You ain’t got no intention of telling Jolene about big city life, right?"
Penelope grinned, "I’d rather spend an hour with some insurance salesman then spend time with a porky country bumpkin."
Amanita stood with her arms folded over her large bosom, "I didn’t think so."
Amanita smiled as she thought to herself, "That’s all I needed to hear."
Once they arrived at the boarding house, Amanita showed Penelope her room then took her over to the shower. "Sorry, ain’t got no private shower, so yous better use it before Mrs. Flamber takes her bath, She's in here for hours."
Penelope dread having to share a bathroom, but had no choice, "Sure, I’ll take my shower now, if you don’t mind?"
Amanita giggled, "Of course not Penny...er..Ms. Worthingham."
Penelope corrected Amanita, "That’s Ms. Worthington."
Amanita nodded, then asked if she was hungry. Penelope shrugged her shoulders, "I guess I could use a bite to eat. But keep it simple, nothing fattening. I want to keep my shape, unlike so many people around here."
Amanita giggled, "You like tea?" Penelope shook her head, "Yes, matter of fact I drink tea all the time."
Amanita placed her hand over Penelope’s shoulder, "I’ll make you some herbal tea, then after your shower, we kin gab about what to git you fer supper. Okay Missy?"
Penelope removed Amanita's hand. "I don’t like being touched. Now excuse me while I take my shower."
Amanita nodded, "I’ll git your tea ready Ms. Worthington."
Penelope removed her clothing and glanced over her slim body in the mirror, "I am so attractive." Upon blowing a kiss to her reflection, Penelope took her shower.
A half-hour later, clad in only her underwear and towel Penelope entered her room and discovered a cup of tea on the nightstand. "Well at least the service is top shelf," Penelope thought to herself as she sipped the tea.
Sitting on the bed, Penelope noticed her luggage wasn’t in the room, "I could of sworn I saw that pudgy chick bring my stuff inside?"
Penelope sipped a little move of the tea, then walked over to the door and called for Amanita. Amanita replied from down the hall, "I’m in the middle of something right now. Just enjoy the tea and I’ll be there in a few minutes."
Penelope sat back down on the bed and drank the rest of the tea as she waited. A hour later, once Amanita finally arrived, Penelope was sitting on the edge of the bed, her eyes staring into space. Amanita smiled as she thought to herself, "Worked like a charm." Amanita stepped in front of Penelope who was in a trance. Placing her hands over her wide hips, Amanita asked Penelope, "Nod if you understand what I’m saying."
Penelope nodded. Amanita grinned, "Tell me a little about yourself."
Penelope spoke in a soft, monotone voice, "I’m Penelope Alexandra Worthington. I live in New York City. I went to the Madame Dwellings School for Women and later to the Harvard business school. I work as an accounting executive of sales for Gamez Inc."
Amanita bent down and looked Penelope straight into her eyes, "No missy, you're wrong. You’re Penny Worton, an unsophisticated simple country gal with no mind for schooling. Matter of fact precious, you barely made it out of the tenth grade. You ran away from your poor daddy’s farm and took up the job in my grocery store. Nod if you understand?"
Penny nodded and Amanita continued, "You work for $4.00’s an hour plus room and board. Nod if you understand?"
Penny nodded. Amanita looked over Penny’s svelte figure and thought to herself, "My you’re so thin. I’ll fatten you up a might." Amanita then told Penny, "You have an uncontrollable appetite and love sweets, ain’t I right?"
Penny nodded. Amanita then cut Penny’s long hair, giving her a short, Dutch boy like hairstyle. Amanita found a meager red T-shirt and some bib overalls for Penny to wear. Upon getting Penny dressed, she brought Penny out of the trance. "You hungry honey?"
Penny smiled, "Gosh darn I’m hungry! I kin eat me some supper like a big ol’ tomcat!"
Amanita smiled, "Come down with me to the diner honey, I’ll git what you want."
Penny grinned, "Thank you for fuss n’ and all fer me Miss Cranshaw."
Amanita giggled, "My pleasure."
Once at the diner, Penny was packing the food away quicker then Amanita could serve her. Sausage and biscuits and gravy. Apple pie and scramble eggs. Toast and ham steaks. Jolene remarked, "She’s eating like no tomorrow!"
Amanita took Jolene aside and explained, "I used this special tea that I used to coax my second husband to buy me the rooming house. She’s a changed young gal now and I mean to add your new friend."
Jolene looked to Penny, whose mouth was full of eggs. Penny waved over to Jolene, "Come sit with me a spell and tell me all bouts Crowpoint!"
Jolene nodded, "Sure will. I think we’re going to be friends!"
ONE YEAR LATER: Jolene strolled into the grocery store to visit her friend, Penny Worton. Penny was drinking a root beer and snacking on chips as she was thumbing through a scandal sheet newspaper. Noticing Jolene, a smile took to Penny’s face, "How ya do’in? Want a root beer?"
Jolene nodded, "Sure thing, Penny. I could go fer one right’s bout now."
Penny hopped off the stool and wandered over to the freezer. The hefty and down to earth, Penny Worton now replaced the slim and pompous Penelope Worthington. The 245-pound Penny handed her friend a bottle of root beer and the two friends began to chat about the upcoming sweetheart dance at a neighboring town. "You go’in with Buck?"
Jolene asked in a soft tone of voice. Penny smiled as she blushed, "Yeah; Buck axed me last night after we went to see the tracker show."
Penny’s short, dark brown hair was in pigtails and accented her cute, chubby baby face. Though her high cheekbones had vanished under pudgy apple cheeks and a very prominent double chin, she was just as pretty. Dressed in a pink tube top and cut off shorts, Penny’s body was round, wide and flabby. Her upper arms were huge and her buxom breasts bounced upon her big, ample belly that poured out over the waistband of her cutoffs. Her waist was thick and supported several rolls as a thick layer of fat covered her spacious hips. Penny’s enormous butt shot out into the air and her large, pudgy thighs rubbed together when she walked.
Jolene grinned, "You two make the perfect couple, you know that?"
Penny rubbed her big belly, "Yup, cepten I feel sometimes funny around him. I mean I’m so more bigger then he is and he’s so smart. If the cash register didn’t add up items fer me, I’d be lost. I ain’t no good at math."
Jolene looked out the store window, "Looks like you’re sweetie is coming now."
Buck entered the store and smiled as he helped himself to a some root beer. "What’s you gals up to?"
Penny moved in towards her beau, "Nothing much, sugar."
They took each other into their arms and shared a short kiss. Jolene poked a little fun at Penny’s expense; "Penny thinks she’s too big fer you, what ya think about that?"
Penny drew away from Buck’s embrace and as she giggled, playfully tapped Jolene on the shoulder, "Hush now, I ain’t never know n’ what to do with you."
Buck reached over and grabbed a cupcake. Removing it out of the package, he brought it to Penny’s lips. Penny took a big bite and Buck squeezed her thickest love handle, "I like my gals in big packages, what do you think about that?"
Penny blushed, "I think I’ll oblige ya. Now give me the rest of that cupcake."
FINISH