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Special Promotion Part 11
🕑 Added 2023-05-28 05:02:35 +0000 UTCSo I feel like we're at a crossroads in Jenny's story. There are two parts of her, pulling in different directions. One wants to continue her old life, work, clothes, maybe going out places etc. The other wants to pounce on the donuts until every shred of her old life is buried beneath hundreds of pounds of blubber, eschewing work, responsibility of any kind really. In both these paths, Jenny is going to gain massive amounts of weight, there's no stopping that now, she's hooked. But I'm wondering which one to take her down? Ravenous hunger, or attempting to balance her gains with her life? What do you think? Should I run a poll?
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By the time the obese mouse had managed to pull herself into a standing position using the arm of her couch, she wasn’t sure which was going to give way first - the couch or her legs. The creaking of wood mingled with her puffing and panting for air as, legs shaking, she slowly managed to pull herself up enough that she could get her feet under the majority of her weight. Even then she still leaned on the back of her couch for support, knees starting to shake under all the new stress being placed on them. At this point any normal person would have questioned how any of this was possible, she had to be fifty, maybe a hundred pounds heavier than she had been the day before. At least! But, as she stood there shaking and panting to get her breath back, Jenny knew what was possible with Sifton Inc donuts. She hadn’t been there to engineer every formula, she barely knew how they worked, but she had seen how Katie had blown up to the size of a small van in less than a year. Exhausted, covered in crumbs and still anxious to get to the door, Jenny couldn’t help but suppress a pleasurable little shudder at the idea.
What’s wrong with me? I don’t want to get to that size, surely. I’d lose everything I’ve worked so hard to achieve to become what? A mascot? An amusement?
She blushed again. Try as she might to convince herself she didn’t want it, a part of Jenny craved it. A part of her wanted to be bigger than Katie. To fill up the entire store. These thoughts weren’t going to get her anywhere though, so she pushed them from her mind as best she could and started her first stumbling steps towards the door. Hopefully by now the delivery man had left the donuts on the floor of her hallway and she could push them into her apartment with her feet. The idea of bending down didn’t particularly appeal to her, and even looking to see if she could filled her with mixed feelings of dread and pleasure. Looking down she could feel her chins bunching up and her entire view became eclipsed by that massive stomach of hers. Her breasts had gained weight, bunching up under her shirt and sitting on the massive shelf of her gut from behind which she had no chance of seeing her own feet without a mirror. Probably a big one at that.
Then came the stumbling, shuffling steps she took towards the door. With every step, every motion made, Jenny became aware of the new pounds on her body. The way her entire stomach seemed to swing back and forth with each waddling movement. The way her thighs touched so close together it seemed only her knees were apart. Even her ass, confined in the tearing black pants she usually wore, jiggled and wobbled as though it thought it could tear its way to freedom. It probably could, she couldn’t get a good look at her pants but by the cool air on the rips down her sides she figured they couldn’t be long for this world.
By the time she reached the door the mouse was panting again, it was incredibly tough work being this big. Jenny wasn’t sure how the fennec managed it, let alone anyone else. To her relief the hallway was empty of other people, all that was there was a tower of donut boxes nearly as tall as she was. Blushing and hurrying so that none of her neighbours could see her, she manoeuvred herself around the tower as best she could before shuffling it in, using a mixture of her feet and her stomach to push the tower past the threshold of her doorway. That done and the door swiftly closed, the mouse stood leaning against the wall for a few more moments to catch her breath and think about her situation. She was fat - no obese, morbidly obese. A massive cow. One of the fattest people she had ever seen, including those who enjoyed her company’s product. Of course she was no match for Katie but if she kept eating like she did... Jenny shook her head. She was covered in crumbs and sweat, a brief whiff of body odour caught her nose, no not body odour more like musk. Musk. She shivered again and shook her head, it was nothing a shower couldn’t fix. And she would need to find some new clothes too, something that would fit her. Her shirt and pants were increasingly uncomfortable, peeling them off seemed like it would be an amazing sensation.
So, a shower it was. But what then? Standing there, leaning against the wall and huffing for air the thought ran through Jenny’s mind like a lightning bolt. She could smell the waft of the donuts, freshly baked, some might even still be warm and had to suppress the desire to give in and pounce on the stack like a wild animal. It would be fun. And she was hungry. She could add even more pounds to herself. She could watch herself burst out of her clothes. She would eat and sweat and grow. Jenny groaned and pushed against the intrusive thoughts. She needed a shower, she needed new clothes, and she needed to request some time off work to figure things out.
A few minutes of waddling and panting later and Jenny stood naked in front of the shower. She could see herself in the bathroom mirror. What seemed like every new inch of naked, wobbling blubber. Her hands could grasp and squeeze at the new softness and she couldn’t help but love it. Need it. It was perfect. She was perfect. Obese, gorgeous, growing. She shivered and pushed against the thoughts once again. The running shower filled the room with steam and the sound of water against her fat stretched pelt sounded like rain on a tarp. She enjoyed that sensation too, it was nice. Even if the shower itself now seemed much, much smaller than it had been initially. It was also a little hard to stay standing for so long, the mouse considered she might get a bath stool or something like that, but then she imagined herself sitting and wondered if the shelf of her stomach might just take up all the remaining space in the stall. Suddenly the red on her cheeks had nothing to do with the warmth of the shower.
Comments
Jenny Koda
Honestly I love it <3
Gemini (formerly Neri!)
Like, think of all the ways she can embarrass herself now :B
Gemini (formerly Neri!)
Honestly I think trying to struggle-bus her way through 'normal life' and eventually entering the spiral of donut-glutted blobdom sounds way more fun/interesting than just skipping to that part
Jenny Koda
Gosh... thank you <3
Moonwing
I like all I am reading here, love where it is headed either way though
Jenny Koda
Oooo, that could be a very fun idea~
Vic Waite
I think a slow burn could be fun~ Katie maybe tempts her toward full immobility, and in that process Jenny has to train up the person that would replace her once she's there. Maybe tempt them toward the same fate X3
Jenny Koda
Who can resist <3
NackV
Same as above. I mean, trying to have a normal life while being increasingly less mobile?
Jenny Koda
Honestly I feel a bit the same way? Like if she gave into temptation I'd want it to be for a little while and then like, wake up and try to get shit together again. Cause there's just so many more interesting, embarrassing, horny scenarios to come if she's juggling life and these massive gains at the same time 83
RabidBadger
I know this is going to make it sound like a pod person has replaced me but I feel like her being huge but having a life is more interesting?
