Mall Comic Sketch 5

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“Why, grr, won’t you, ahhh, just, fucking, close!”

Gina cursed at her bra as she tried to pull the clasps in the front closed. She had been at it for almost twenty minutes and was finding the task to be impossible. She tried once more and after the straps didn’t move, she threw in the towel.

“Fuck it. No one is going to know anyway”, she said as she tossed her bra into her duffel bag. “I’ll be mostly in the back today anyway; I don’t have to wear a constricting bra.”

The obese deer shrugged her blubbery shoulders as she maneuvered over to the bench to grab the rest of her uniform. It was a newer one, one that Kyle had given her only a month ago. It had been very baggy back then, which was no longer the case. As she finished buttoning up her shirt, Gina felt the buttons creak a bit as she shifted to grab her pants.

“I, really, huff, really, hate these uniforms! Why would you make them so small for curvy deers?!”

She backed her cumbersome rear to the bench and plopped it down, her hips spreading outward to cover a good portion of the big bench. Her panties immediately wedged themselves up her mammoth ass, her still comparatively tiny tail poking out above her crack. The doe was already caked in sweat, and as she looked at her pants that she knew would be a struggle to put on, she knew that was only going to get worse.

“Wish, pant, Kyle, gasp, would let us wear sweats if we’re stuck, pant, in the back. It would make things so much easier for all of us!”

Gina groaned again and grabbed the pants and put one plump foot in and began pulling them up. She was met with resistance the second it hit her cushy calf, only getting worse as it got past her vanishing knee and to her tree trunk thigh. She grunted again and with a powerful tug, she got the pant leg on fully. She wiped the sweat off her brow and went to work on the other one. It was a little tighter than the other one, due to there being less slack, but after some effort, she was able to get them on. She was so happy that as she reached under her globular gut to zip up the slacks, she didn’t even bat an eye when the metal teeth didn’t move.

“You know what, fuck it. I’m not buttoning these, I’m gonna be comfortable this shift, screw it!”

She smiled and began the arduous process of getting to her feet. As she stood, her body shifted itself, jiggling from the movement. Even this little stimulation had her starving, her gut growling for food.

“I do have a few minutes though, maybe, hmmm, maybe I’ll go get an early start on breakfast” she said as she licked her plump lips, her three chins deepening as she did so.