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Special Promotion - Part 12
🕑 Added 2023-06-27 15:23:56 +0000 UTCHEY GANG! Sorry about the late posts. I've got the next comic page done but I need to finish up the writing for it. Defs gonna post it before the end of the month but it's been a bit of a few days for a Jenny.
In this installment Jenny cleans up after her late night binge, determined to stay on track at her company she decides it's better to call out than skip work entirely.
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As the day went on Jenny couldn’t help but notice the reality of her new situation. Everything was harder than it had been before. Standing in the shower for so long left her knees wobbling and made for an awkward, shuffling kind of race as she waddled to her sofa to sit down before she fell over, wrapped up in towels still soaking wet and naked. The sides of the bathroom door had brushed her love handles, easily the widest part of her, and she had blushed as she left soggy footprints down the hallway before collapsing on the sofa panting and huffing for air.
And that was just her shower.
The wobbling, obese mouse was in no way prepared for the sheer amount of weight she had put on. How could I be? She thought, a few months ago she was one of the thinnest people she knew. And as a mouse, naturally weighed less than most other species. She sat on her creaking sofa, belly pushing her legs apart and water trickled down her sides. It soaked into the towel she had draped across her gut and the fabric of the sofa beneath her. Not a very hygienic way of drying off but a problem she would have to tackle later. Her breath came in short, ragged gasps as her lungs struggled for oxygen, she could hear the pounding racing of her heart in her dish-like ears as blood pumped at a fever pace through her now massive body. All around her Jenny could still see the remains of her feast the night before in the form of crushed donut boxes, crumbs and half donuts scattered here and there and some part of her wanted to abandon caution and throw herself on the remains, eat until there was nothing left at all. Focus Jenny.
Once she had caught her breath the mouse was faced with the trial of getting dressed. She couldn’t allow herself to be naked all day, even if she fully intended on calling out of work. There was just something unprofessional about it, and she had spent most of her life striving to be a professional. Slender, sleek, corporate - that had been her entire image. Until a few months ago at least. A short, huffing journey to her wardrobe quickly told her that her entire life would have to see a wardrobe change as there was no way she was fitting into any of her old shirts and suits. Most of them were so small she couldn’t even get her arm through their sleeves. Her arm! Taking a deep, steadying breath, Jenny selected the biggest clothes she could find; an oversized shirt she had received as part of a swag bag in a corporate conference a few years ago and a hoodie that had once been so big it had been baggy on her. Now it seemed to barely be adequate to cover her - the shirt certainly wasn’t. It immediately rode up her shaggy, freshly dried belly fur until it sat just below her breasts. A pathetic attempt at covering herself but it would have to do. The hoodie was paired with some stretchy looking shorts that tore when she finally managed to, panting and gasping for air, pull them up over her legs. The tear was thankfully small and on the sides of the shorts so it would have to do.
After what felt like hours Jenny finally got to the most important part of her morning routine. She had a busy schedule of sampling donuts that she had already fallen behind on, but she couldn’t be seen like this! A hundred, two hundred pounds heavier than when she had last checked into work? She would be embarrassed even to show Katie this, and she had seen the fennec’s massive weight gain over the course of a year herself. Besides which, there was simply no incentive. She already had all the donuts she could want, they had already been delivered, mistakenly or not. She wasn’t prepared to go to work looking like a blimp. What little reputation she still had at the company would be shattered and then getting to the top of the corporate ladder and taking her revenge would be impossible.
Using her phone felt clunky and weird, newly fattened digits pressed on the wrong numbers by mistake and it took her a few attempts just to unlock the device let alone type a message to her boss. Explaining the situation was out of the question, but Jenny had enough time off saved to take at least a few weeks. Eventually, sitting back on the couch and hunched over her phone so that her gut pressed up against her boobs which pressed against her chins, Jenny managed to convey to her boss that she wasn’t feeling well. No, not critically sick or anything - she didn’t have to go to the hospital, but she needed some emergency time off. Maybe a week or two. She sat anxiously waiting while her boss was delayed getting back to her, but breathed a sigh of relief when he finally did. Apparently it was fine - she could even work from home if she wanted to. The company had a robust work from home policy and the higher ups had decided she could go back to the kind of work she had done initially. Mostly accounting and schedule-setting, but a far step up from product testing! Jenny squealed with delight. This was certainly a step in the right direction, she was back on track after all these months of being stuck cramming donuts down her throat.
The mouse’s stomach rumbled, a loud gurgling noise that broke her concentration. She couldn’t help but glance towards the large stack of donut boxes she had moved in this morning. Her ‘daily delivery’. There were more than enough here to survive on, if one could survive off of donuts.
Surely a few now and then wouldn’t hurt, would they?
Comments
Jenny Koda
I think you may be right haha
Moonwing
Very nice addition, though, I guarantee they will hurt the waistline
Jenny Koda
Without the worry about having to go into work... hehe
NoxKobold
Gotta feeling things are gonna ramp up.
