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Special Promotion - Part 20
🕑 Added 2023-11-26 16:41:47 +0000 UTCI'm back now and feeling better, sorry for the delay! Should be back in fighting shape and excited to move towards the final chapters of this story <3
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Bzzt.
Bzzt.
The sound was as annoying as it was familiar, the mouse’s phone was vibrating itself off of a nearby coffee table. She had either missed a call or was being treated to a string of text messages - messages she could not read because she was currently lying on her back in the middle of her lounge room. Not to mention covered in donut crumbs and icing and pinned down by her stomach.
Jenny groaned.
If laying there forever were a serious possibility she might have taken it - especially over the alternative. Moving was a struggle. A real struggle. Not only did she have to fight against the blubber which had added inches to pretty much everywhere she had inches to add, swelling her up like a puffy fat balloon, but she was also inexplicably tired and sore. Possibly not so inexplicable if she were to take into account the fact that she had just gotten a night’s sleep in the middle of a wooden floor but annoying to deal with all the same. The mouse grumbled to herself and huffed, panting with the new exertion that every movement brought to her. Rolling onto one’s side takes most folk a second or two at most, for her she had a mountain of blubber holding her back. She had to rock it into motion before she could build the momentum to roll over. Her pink furless hands slipped across the wooden floor at first, slick with sweat, but after she wiped them on her already greasy stomach fur she was able to manage enough friction to help pull herself upwards, at least a little bit. It was a struggle that continued for minutes with the mouse having to use every ounce of energy she had just to get her legs beneath. Once they were under her enough she could pull herself to her feet with the help of the nearby couch. Without it, Jenny wasn’t sure she would have been able to stand at all.
The thought was grim and cold, sliding across her mind like oil atop water. It left a shiver down her spine. If she couldn’t get up, then what?
Then what, indeed.
A few stumbling, waddling seconds later and the mouse managed to grab her phone from the table beside her couch. She lowered herself into the couch slowly, aware of both the loud groaning coming from its tired springs and the building soreness growing in her knees. For a moment, Jenny just sat there, panting, gasping for air, sweat dripping down her face. Thank the gods, she thought, she would only have to do that the one time. From now on it was beds for Jenny. Beds or couches. Either are easier to rise from than the unforgiving level plane of the wooden floor.
With a slightly shaking pink thumb Jenny swiped her phone to life to see what messages she had missed. Only a few, thankfully, but were they anything important?
Work Appointment Scheduled: 3PM, TODAY
You are required to attend the following work appointment at 3PM today, your local Sifton Donut Store #372.
In attendance will be Employee #388-C Diane, #001-M Katie, #001-C Moon.
Jenny’s breath held in her chest. Moon. The name of the wolf she had worked with, the man whose personal assistant she had been. The one who had relegated her to taste testing. And what was Diane doing there? Katie, she could understand, as an mascot Katie was practically bound to be in attendance, at least to some degree at any meeting the company held in that store. She had become as much a part of it as the brick and mortar itself, what with her inability to move without the assistance of a crane. But the fact that she was meeting with Diane and Moon himself was as confusing as it was distressing. Had Diane told Moon about her lacking performance? Had she really sold the mouse out after the evening they had had? And, oh gods, how was she to put herself before her former boss looking like she did?! A bloated, ballooned parody of her former slim, elegant self. When she had last worked with Moon she hadn’t been a pound over average, if anything she was probably underweight. Now she was so fucking fat she could fit multiple of her old self inside her stomach alone!
The mouse found herself hyperventilating, gripping the side of the couch for support and, with a few deep breaths, slowly began to calm down. This was the kind of thing she had prepared herself mentally when working in the corporate environment. No, not finding yourself completely and humiliatingly massive when having to confront your former boss, but rising to meet unexpected challenges. And this was certainly both unexpected and a challenge. She would have to work hard to make sure she came in on the right footing, and if she were smart she might be able to turn the situation to her advantage, perhaps even get her old job back with the boss. After all, as humiliating as it might be, she was a walking advertisement when it came to how delicious their product was.
With her spiralling thoughts finally coming under control the mouse glanced back down at the phone to see it was nearing noon. Nearing noon! That gave her hardly any time to get ready, certainly not at the rate at which she was accustomed. She would have to shower and get clean clothes and - would she even fit in her shower?! Worst case scenario she could pull out the shower head and give herself a spray down but the thought was as humiliating as it was... arousing. Pushing the sudden heat she felt deep down inside her away, Jenny groaned and once more started the process of getting up. At least this time she was pushing herself up from the couch, the monumental weight of her stomach assisting once gravity got hold of it. If she were lucky the mouse still had clothes that fit her. If she were lucky she could walk, well waddle, out of this meeting holding her head high.
If she were lucky...
Comments
Jenny Koda
Oh you know it's gonna happen to her~ Thank you hun <3
Victor Waite
Love the size of that belly and the width of her hips~ Excellently done hun <3 I'm looking forward to seeing her paraded around, official mascot or not
Jenny Koda
Poor Jenny, she had such high sights... but I suppose being a mascot is more FULFILLING than other work 83
Dornam
Hehehe... I think we're getting "promoted" today! Sounds like the company is going to have 2 mascots soon!
