Mall Comic Sketch 8

Hey all. This is the last part in this series for now, more than likely I'll have at least one more part done at some point. 

Thanks. 

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Gina collapsed on the work bench in the locker room, her panting drowning out the poor wooden bench bending from the huge load it was trying to carry.

“T-they got to stop sending me on rounds”, she wheezed, placing her hands on her thighs to steady herself, all while her stomach grumbled. “Better order some delivery, huff.”

The doe took another moment to collect her bearings and tried to regain her stamina. She had only done a round of the first floor so there were no stairs to climb or really long stretches without a place to rest. Even still, and with the several breaks she had taken, whether they be to sit or to grab a snack, Gina was still completely gassed and feeling like she was going to pass out; which had actually happened a few times when she had gotten back from lunch. The poor woman simply could not walk the distances it required to cover more than just the first floor.

As she sat there, her uniform clinging to her engorged body, Gina felt a rumble build in her stomach. She let out an unapologetic belch and laughed, thinking the burp sounded like she had called out someone’s name. It wasn’t long before the pressure built up in her stomach once more, only this time instead of a belch she let out a long fart. She giggled again, all the while her body shifted and quivered from the commotion.

The once petite, stuck up arrogant doe, who had been neat and athletic, now looked the part of the security guard she had mocked so long ago. In fact, had she gotten on the scale, she’d discover that she outweighed the wolf by about 100 pounds. She had gotten so fat that Kyle was talking about keeping her on static duty full time, though that wasn’t the only reason for this possible change.

Gina was growing at such a sped up rate, due to spending countless hours at the diner, that her uniforms could not keep up with her. Many times she would glut herself at lunch to the point that shirt buttons would come undone as she waddled to the back, leaving patrons with a view of her fleshy belly and almost full views of her breasts.

It wasn’t much better in the back either, as there were at least two occasions where she had literally burst through the seat of her pants, exposing all to see her hot air balloon sized ass checks swallowing up her pathetic underwear. Those cheeks would just pour out more and more from the tear, until by the time she got to the back it was like she was wearing assless chaps.

Kyle knew he couldn’t fire her, there would be a lawsuit if he did. So, he instead planned on moving her to the back full time, and not a moment too soon. Gina was now in the top five of heaviest security guards, eclipsing the 800 pound mark. Her blubber covered thighs pressed tightly together, even when she tried separating them for the copious ball of flesh that was her stomach, and her hips were well past 100 inches around. She was unequivocally obese, and still growing.

So, as she tried to muster up the strength to sit at her desk chair, Gina only had one thought on her mind; Where was she going to order her snack from?