Parks and Rec Ann Weight gain story 3
WG story; no like, no read. I don't own parks and rec.
Ann tugged at the waistline of her outfit once again, feeling the material rub uncomfortably against her own waist. She had chosen to sit in her usual space in the cafeteria, a normal-sized table near the register, in order to cut down on the ever-present pressure on her feet. It felt like every day she had less energy, and Ann was beginning to dread walking even the short distance to a more scenic and well-placed lunch table. She mulled over her dilemma while absentmindedly munching on a king-size sweetums chocolate bar, feeling guilty in the knowledge that it was her third that day. Ann knew she had put on a few pounds in the last few weeks, to the point where she had to order a new nurse's uniform, but she didn't think it was enough to make her physically limited.
Unfortunately for Ann's body, which awkwardly bulged out of every open spa
Cleaning the QueenCatalina grabbed a large washcloth and a bucket of warm water. She had been a servant to the Queen for only a year. Being young and inexperienced she was low on the totem pole among the queen’s workers. She always got stuck doing the dirty work. She, along with the other young rookies, was never allowed to speak to the queen unless spoken to, nor was she given one of the nice uniforms to wear. It bugged Catalina, who felt she had earned better then laborious grunt work. She was begging to be promoted to kitchen duty. There was no use getting too angry about it though, for she was still making a decent coin for a girl her age. It wasn’t even the queen that annoyed her, it was the damn servant’s supervisor. Ms. Broomsbury, Catalina was pretty sure she hated her guts for some reason.
Carrying the heavy bucket and washcloth she entered the queen’s chambers with two other servants.
“Hello m’lady it is time for your bathing.” Ms. Broomsbury said.
A Life of Comfort: Pleasant Afternoon“Mrs. Worthington and Ms. Holmes are already out back by the pool.”
Victoria nodded and began to waddle her way through her friend’s large mansion. She could feel her blubbery body jiggle underneath her tracksuit. All she was wearing underneath it was a bikini, since she was going to be tanning. The lack of supportive underwear meant that each step made her belly wobble, her butt shake, her tits bounce, and her thighs quake (poetry in motion). As comfortable as she was with her size, it was hard not to feel like such a total fatass. Her pathetic lack of stamina wasn’t helping either, making her feel a bit winded as she stepped out into the large backyard. Fortunately two of her fatass friends were there to reduce any feelings of embarrassment.
The two women sitting out by the pool were Rebecca Holmes and Sarah Worthington. Rebecca was Victoria’s closest friend. Their husbands worked at the same company, their houses were on the same street, and they both e
Sweet Punishment: Prison of Food A woman quickly smirked, waving at an enormous woman leaving a bakery.
"Hate to see you leave, Odella, but I LOVE to see you go!"
Odella, a broad-reared woman whose body was riddled with fat almost everywhere on her body, huffed, making the auburn hair covering her right eye fly upward.
"Oh, you'll get what's coming, Courtney! Oh, you WILL."
A car honked obnoxiously. "Get a move on!" The driver yelled, as Odella waddled along.
Courtney, a brown-skinned woman of athletic form proudly donned her apron. She posed as if to guard the very place of employment: Enchanted Delights Family Bakery. For a while, Odella and Courtney were two of the most reliable employees. However, in spite of Odella bearing relation to the owner, Courtney was her overall supervisor.
The day had ended, and Courtney closed the shop doors. She looked back at one of the other women who were working.
A Life of Comfort: Introduction“Mrs. Collins, I have the cookies you asked for.”
“Oh *gulp* thanks, just put them down over there.” Vicky said. It was late Tuesday morning and she had nothing better to do but sit on her living room couch and snack on the various treats she ordered her butlers/housekeepers to get for her.
“Will that be all Mrs. Collins?” the young mousey maid asked the pampered housewife.
“Yes, tell Annie to come and read me my schedule for the day, oh and please stop calling me Mrs. Collins, makes me feel like a 40 year old. I’m not even 30, yet.” Victoria said. As you can probably tell by now, Victoria Collins was quite wealthy. Her and her husband lived in a mansion in an upper-class neighborhood outside New York City. There were two Porsche’s in the garage, a pool and tennis court in the backyard, and millions of dollars in their bank accounts. Victoria hadn’t actually earned any of their combined wealth. Her husband, Mark, worked