Mall Comic Sketch 9

Hey everyone. This is the last part of the mall sketch comic from the collab I did with Volkenfox. If you liked it, you'll be happy to hear that we're working on another one that I will post on here too. 

Enjoy. 

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Loud slurping noises echoed through the main entrance area of the mall, much to the dismay of some of the shoppers. One look towards the front entrance was all it took to know where the sounds were emanating from.

Gina had taken her usual spot up front, settling in to just look like deterrent, as it was obvious if anyone actually tried something, there wasn’t much physically she could do to stop them. She shifted her bulk as she tried to get comfortable, which was not easy to do with the remnants of the desk chair under her girth.

“St-shtupid chair. Why, why couldn’t it, urp, be a bench like I requested” she said out loud to herself as she felt one of the wheels poke her elephantine rear. Her voice had gotten a bit deeper due to her weight and also, due to a further lack of intelligence, a bit slower and slurred too. She was by no means dumb but her IQ had dropped from 135 to 95, making her just seem duller.

Gina Reardon, once proud assistant head trainer at NY Fitness Club, sat on full display in a uniform that was ripped and torn at every seam, unable to control her 1,138 pound body. In just three years, she had gained over 1000 pounds, which most would think incredible. It was, though not if you saw just how much she ate. She was now literally incapable of going more than fifteen minutes without eating, otherwise she would start to feel light headed.

The doe craned her neck forward as best she could, eager to get her lips around the straw that lead to her double fudge peanut butter oreo shake, her third of the morning. She had placed the beverage in between her cavernous bosom, knowing that it wasn’t going to move at all. She happily felt the cool liquid run down her throat and into her awaiting belly; it made her feel better.

Gina was quite the sight for anyone who walked in. She was at a desk that had seen better days, as her ass had finally destroyed the chair today when she had lowered her bulk down onto it. Because of this, her ass and gut both splayed out on the cold tile of the mall, sending little chills, albeit pleasurable ones, to her nerve receptors.

Her face was completely and fully fat, her chins and cheeks merging together to create a giant roll that hung down past her neck to just above her titanic tits, jostling whenever she moved or took a breath. Her beefy shoulders gave way to formless blobs of flesh that were her arms, her biceps, elbows and wrists having merged together many pounds ago with nothing noticeable even when she did, on rare occasions, bend her arms.

Her breasts were well past the letters of the alphabet and hung down to where her stomach used to be when she weighed about 300 pounds. They were covered up by tatters of cotton from her uniform shirt, a shirt that was unable to be buttoned anymore. Her stomach, the secondary beneficier of her growth, flopped out in front of her and caused her legs to splay to the sides to allow it all the room it needed. Even had she not broken the chair, it still would have spread out on the floor. It was a sea of flesh and hair, as well as sweat and remnants of meals gone by. It gurgled loudly as she slurped away on her shake, knowing that it would soon be time for a more substantial meal.

As for her ass, well, her hips and rear had become a river of lard that rolled like a yacht in a storm whenever she waddled around (which was not often). Each cheek had to weigh at least 200 pounds and sagged past the backs of her knees when she stood. Because she was seated, she was also taller than she used to be, coming in at just under 6 feet now due to her ass’ stature. Her tree trunk thighs were now the size of several redwoods put together and rubbed all the way down to her ankles when she walked. All in all, she had become a massive doe and one that put all the other members of the security force to shame when it came to weight.

She felt the shake get empty and knew it would be time to order more food. She panted and whined as she struggled to reach her hand into her pocket to pull up her phone. Her stubby thumbs were too wide to access the thumb print or type much anymore, so she left it unlocked at all times. She hit the side button, which still worked, and called the diner.

“Sh, Sheila? Yesh, it’s me. Can youse send someone here with my usual? I’m starving!”

The pigeon on the other end acknowledged this and hung up. Gina grinned stupidly as she patted her fleshy belly with her other hand, giggling as it stroked the lower part of her breast. She had become so sensitive as she grew and sometimes would just stroke her breast with one hand while she ate, as even this simple act would cause her to erupt in an orgasm. She would just have to finish up later she thought as she stopped stroking and waited for her meal.

Her boss, Kyle, had taken pity on her too as she had complained a lot about having issues with her apartment and how it was too much of an effort to get up the stairs. That’s why he let her just come in and work in the front, so as to limit her walking. This of course was only if her uniform covered up most of her privates, though today it was pushing that limit. He watched from a monitor and shook his head as he went about ordering a set of custom uniforms, ones designed to fit someone almost twice her weight. As he watched her finish off the shake before panting out an order to have more food delivered, he knew it wouldn’t be long before those too were ill equipped to fit her.