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Mall Rats Fan Fic (Work in Progress)
🕑 Added 2021-01-13 14:00:00 +0000 UTCLast year I discovered the amazing writer Onion88 and have slowly been going through their library of works, getting more amazed as I read. One story I enjoyed that could have used more content (like most of the other stories) was Mall Rats, the story of three friends who live in a town where obesity isn't so big of a problem. In the story they talk about the main characters upcoming birthday party, which seemed like a scene ripe for development. To get in the writing mood I threw this unfinished piece together. Let me know what you think, I know it's not much. Also go give Onion88 a watch on DA, and check out their stories if you haven't already.
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“Is everything ready?” Heather barked.
“Yes dear. The catering is ready to go, all your guests are here, they are all enjoying the o'dourves.” The trim older woman, empty on patience, assured her.
“How do I look?” Heather whipped around, as fast as her large frame would allow. She had been staring at her reflection for at least five minutes, making sure everything about her birthday outfit was in place.
“Stunning dear. Now we really shouldn’t keep everyone waiting.” Another attempt to get Heather down to the party was made.
“Are you sure? My dress isn’t frumpy in the back is it? Mom! This is important, I only turn 17 once! And Alyssa and Tamara are here right? And wearing the outfits I picked out for them?” The belly heavy Heather was wearing a very elegant purple dress with black leggings, each article clung tightly to the bountiful birthday girl.
“Yes, yes, and yes.” Her mother was on her last string. Ignoring her daughter, she kicked herself for not hiring a party planner for this. She could have put her in charge of getting her doughy daughter down to the dinner. “If you wait any longer they will all think you’ve died of old age.”
Heather shot her mother a snide look. The elder woman just shrugged and took her leave. She knew she wouldn’t stay up here much longer, Heather had hand picked the catering menu with all her favorites. Her mother was even a little appalled at how many samples her daughter had packed away when they had visited the kitchen to check out their quality. Even more eye opening was how much she felt they needed for the party.
She had invited about 30 girls from her class to the party, every single one had RSVP’d yes. Heather’s mother had been at the door to greet them as they arrived. She would have been shocked, but she had seen the transformation her daughter had undertaken the last few years, and the size of some of the gals she saw about town. Either Heather didn’t have any thin classmates, or she had neglected to invite them. It was a mild spring evening, and these high school juniors dressed like it was the middle of summer. Sporting crop tops, and mini skirts, there was an abundance of flesh to be seen walking through the doors. And despite the number of chubsters slowly filling her house, none of them challenged the size of her daughter or two closest friends. Speaking of whom, she made special note when they had arrived.
Wearing the matching outfit that Heather had picked, they too wore the same elegant purple dress, paired with black leggings. Given their size though, they each wore them quite differently.
