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🕑 Added 2022-11-29 14:17:51 +0000 UTCThe donuts may be delicious, the pounds are however, an adjustment!
I hope you like part 4 - there will be more parts! Let me know if you've enjoyed it up until now, and please do lemme know what you think of the new format, with the comic-esque style
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Pant. Huff. Gasp. Wheeze.
It was day nineteen of Jenny’s new position. Day nineteen.
Around her, past the pumping of blood in her ears, Jenny could hear the whisper of the wind through the leaves. The sound of people playing in the distance. Now and then another jogger overtook her on the paved running path through her local park. The mouse wasn’t a jogger by hobby and had found the passtime clumsy initially - she had even needed to buy new shoes, a shirt and shorts just to start, which was an expenditure she dreaded on her newly reduced salary. But it didn’t take long to add together coming home stuffed every day would equal putting on the pounds. There had to be some way of keeping them off, shedding the weight.
Yet every day Jenny dressed herself in front of the mirror in her bedroom she noticed how she had gotten just a little bigger. Nineteen days had done this to her, only nineteen! Puffing, huffing and panting as she jogged through the park the no longer thin mouse renewed her intent to beat this position. She would rise again through the ranks of Sifton’s corporate structure.
Just as soon as she got her diet under control.
The running wasn’t the worst, though it got harder with every new pound. Jenny hated the wobbling most. The way her breasts and belly bounced with every step. No bra was completely able to stop her breasts from moving and her stomach bounced unhindered, wobbling and jiggling for the world to see. Her shame. A diet completely ruined, a body destroyed in under three weeks. As with most of her runs the mouse’s breath quickly left her, leaving Jenny looking desperately for somewhere to sit and regain some energy. Some semblance of constitution. Gasping, wheezing and feeling like she might fall over she headed for the nearest bench. Not able to muster the willpower to care if anyone saw her, Jenny flopped into it, leaning back and panting for air.
As droplets of sweat trickled down her newly plumped cheeks, Jenny considered the past few weeks that had lead to this torture she endured. Every day she came home stuffed like a turkey, her stomach bulging to the brim with donuts. She had quickly closed in on the one hundred jam donut mark and overtook it, finding there to be more goals afterwards. At first she was worried that the lack of variation might be a problem but it truly never was. Each donut was as delicious as the first one and in its absence the craving for more burned just as fiercely. But while leaving every day full and waddling to her car might have eliminated the need for lunch, the mouse found herself craving breakfast and dinner all the same. At first she indulged, figuring her metabolism was strong enough to overcome her new job, as it had overcome everything else she’d thrown its way.
She was sorely mistaken. Giving in to her night time cravings was most surely the reason she was carrying a few dozen extra pounds, wobbling on her gut and stretching all her clothes. Pasta, burgers, Chinese food. Whatever she had wanted, she got for herself and ate happily in front of the tv - those first few days. Now, even with a strict salad based diet Jenny found herself unable to shed the weight she had gained. She wasn’t even able to slow it.
Her arms and legs ached, sweat dripped from her body, but Jenny wasn’t going to be defeated. Groaning, the mouse pulled herself to her feet. Everything felt light for just a second, before the sheer weight of her body began to weigh down on her muscles. She couldn’t run anymore, she would be lucky if she could make the walk home. Deciding she had done enough exercise for now, Jenny contemplated calling a taxi when she got to the street and started the slow waddle out of the park. Maybe tonight she would treat herself to take out.
Comments
Moonwing
It reflects reality and is relatable in that sense. Is a good thing
Jenny Koda
I get a feeling she'll grow into it hehe tbh tho a lot of my Jenny stories have gaining weight as like, a forbidden pleasure 83
Moonwing
Interesting to see a version of Jenny that doesn’t seem to like the prospect of gaining weight.
Jenny Koda
We'll have to get you that job next x3 Thank you <3
Victor Waite
Those donuts work quick, and I might be a little jealous <3 Fantastic work as always hun <3
