Special Promotion - Part 21 (Patreon)

In which Jenny comes face to face with the consequences of her recent decisions and finds herself of a sudden, standing in a fork in the road~

Cameo, Moon belongs to Almeric!  Who also owns Sifton :3 

- - -

The ride to her local Sifton store was something Jenny didn’t want to think about. It started with a lot of honking and the startling realisation that she was now certainly too fat to drive her own car as her gut wedged completely between her and any hopes of touching the steering wheel. After calling a taxi the mouse found a badger who was unwilling to let her get into his cab, loudly declaring he didn’t want to ruin his suspension and then a taxi van was called for the mouse who by this point was going to run at least ten minutes late.

At least she was showered and mostly clothed - Jenny had clung to those two facts tightly as she rode in the back of the taxi van, her blubber jostling and wobbling with every bump in the road. The shower stall had indeed been too small for her widened frame to fit into, but with a bit of determination and a lot of panting she had pulled the head from within and managed to spray herself down. After that it was a matter of lathering up and spraying herself down again, with frequent breaks to sit on the nearby toilet when she got out of breath or her legs hurt too much. Likewise she had limited success with her wardrobe - all her professional clothes were much too small for her, so she was resigned to attending a professional meeting in a hoodie that had somehow managed to stretch itself around the majority of her bulk and sweat pants that thankfully had yet to tear at the seams.

The final product was a barely mobile mouse who could barely stand and only just clothe herself enough to be decent, panting as she made her slow waddling steps to the front door of Sifton Donut Store #372. That was its corporate designation, of course, to the locals it was just another colourful, cheerful donut store - with one special bonus. This donut store had its very own Sifton Donuts mascot. The door made a soft ‘ding’ sound, though there were no bells to be seen, as it slid open on its tracks. Double wide was more than wide enough for Jenny to walk through but still she found herself taking it side on as though the very fear of getting stuck in the door was enough to bring such a horror into existence. Her pulse was racing, her heart was pounding. This was possibly the most important meeting in Jenny’s life and she was sweating from head to toe just getting from the van to the front door.

The lights and colours of the interior of the store resolved themselves into the shapes of customers enjoying themselves in booths, ordering products from the front counter and then there was Katie - Katie! The fennec fox had ballooned in the weeks from their last meeting! While that meeting itself Jenny had fed the girl enough donuts to inflate her already considerable stomach to an impressive degree it alone couldn’t account for all the extra mass, could it? When they had parted ways the vixen had some degree of mobility in her arms - now completely lost as they were buried in pounds upon pounds of blubber forming rings of fat that swallowed everything except for her fingers. The folds around her neck had swollen until they rose around her head, obscuring most everything else but herself from her own view. She had been well and truly immobile when they put her in the mascot pit - a cushioned dip in the floor to make her immobility a little more comfortable but now she outgrew even that, swelling over it like a tidal wave of blubber.

The sight of her took Jenny’s breath away. She was truly something to behold. Absolutely massive beyond any measure - and still patrons of the store climbed happily up her rolls to feed her yet more donuts which she seemed to contently, if not enthusiastically chomp down on. It must take a lot to fill her stomach, Jenny realised. An incredible amount of food would have to go into her every day just to sate her appetite. And to be crawled on by grown adults, her entire body little more than an amusement for others. It had to be somebody’s worst nightmare but it wasn’t Katie’s. Jenny wasn’t sure it was hers, either. To be used, to be loved, to be fed. Though she could barely see the fennec’s face, Jenny could see her blush and the way her grin pushed at her massive cheeks. Clearly she was enjoying herself.

Jenny had to tear her eyes away from Katie, who was too busy enjoying the attentions of a customer to have seen her, to scan the room for the other employees in attendance. She hoped Moon and Diane hadn’t seen her gawking at the mascot overflowing the middle of the room but when she saw the two seated in a nearby booth, both were already looking at her. Mr Moon wore a slight grin, the blue wolf was immaculately dressed as ever and waved her over casually. Diane on the other hand was leaning forward and wearing that little smirk of hers, clearly overjoyed to be here. The rabbit’s eyes seemed to be tracing Jenny’s new curves approvingly. The mouse blushed immediately. She was incredibly underdressed, but she knew that she would. Under the eyes of her two co-workers - well, one co-worker and her boss, she suddenly felt even more self conscious than usual. She felt aware of every pant on the way over, every extra wide waddle she had to make. To make things worse, a patron backing out of a stall bumped right into her, nearly sending the pair of them toppling into the aisle. Jenny was lucky to regain her balance and everybody knew it. By the time she made it to the booth the pair were sat at, she was crimson red and sweat had soaked into her hoodie in growing dark stains around her armpits and belly button. She didn’t want to think how she could feel cool air on the bottom of her stomach, supposing that of course her hoodie must have slid up, had it ever fully covered her to begin with.

“Miss Koda.” Moon said evenly.

“Jenny.” Diane grinned at her from their side of the booth.

The booth itself was predictably tiny, but the CEO seemed reluctant to start the ‘meeting’ until she had squeezed into it. She nodded, too out of breath to give a formal reply, before slumping into her side of the booth. Of course her stomach came into contact with the table before her ass met the cushions of the seat but she figured that would happen. What she didn’t figure on was the sheer difficulty it would mean in turning around to properly face the two. She settled onto the seat easily enough, but the rest of her now spilled out into the aisle like a small avalanche of molasses pulled into the shape of a gut by a near skin tight hoodie. Her ass alone took up most of her side of the booth and the possibility of somehow managing to get her monumental gut under the table seemed slim to non-existent. After a moment of squirming and grunting, Jenny had to accept it wasn’t happening. Sitting on the edge of her side of the booth, gut hanging into the aisle of the restaurant, she turned as best she could to look over her shoulder at the pair, sweat still streaking down her forehead. For a moment she saw herself saying a casual ‘hey boss,’ like she might have when she was Moon’s personal assistant, but the words drained in her throat as she continued to gasp for air.

“Well,” Moon said after a moment, “it appears everyone is in attendance. If late.” Jenny flinched. They had been waiting for her. “Let’s be on with our meeting, shall we?”

Diane nodded.

Jenny nodded.

Katie grunted as she swallowed an enthusiastic fox’s blueberry danish.

“Ms Koda it has become clear to me - clear to anybody who works with you, that your performance with administrative work has become lacking.” Although Jenny had been prepared for them, the words still caught something inside of her. A harsh truth she couldn’t avoid - she had been eating when she should have been working. She had been eating all the time. Moon took a moment to adopt a soft smile, as though trying to lessen the blow. “But as you’re already aware, we at Sifton prefer to encourage our employees to find fulfilling work, rather than fire them. You’ve worked in the administrative branch, you’ve worked in product testing, you’ve worked in mascot maintenance - a position I believe you found to be enjoyable.”

Jenny blushed. How did he know? Of course, Moon had cameras everywhere. He’d have seen her feeding Katie, the pair of them hitting it off. Did he see what that day had ignited in her? She was wearing it in the hundreds of pounds she had gained since. Once again her heart started racing, she could feel herself sweating more. This was going somewhere and Jenny had to take control of it. Redirect it to the possibility of her being the CEO’s personal assistant, once again. She would be back where she was meant to be, it would be like she had never slipped down the corporate ladder. She opened her mouth, but with all the sweat and panting her tongue was somehow dry.

“I’ve approved your transition to the mascot path.” The words came out of Moon’s mouth like the crack of closing mausoleum doors, sealing Jenny’s fate. The mascot path. She instinctively looked at Katie and that unfamiliar yet familiar sensation stirred in her. That strange, comforting desire to be fatter, bigger even than the blob whose stomach sloshed so loudly they could hear it from a distance. A resignation fell over the mouse that was hard to fight. Months ago she had been assigned a position at product tasting, months ago she had been set down this path. All she had ever done was fight it, but this was always her destination and she had come here of her own volition, one delicious donut at a time.

Jenny looked back at Moon and the resignation must have been written on her face. It wasn’t a bad thing, it was just where she was headed. And she would have a lot of fun getting there - she would admit that only to herself. Once again she opened her mouth, this time to say simply: okay.

“No.” Diane spoke instead, cutting her off. There was a strange look on the normally diminutive rabbit’s face and Jenny had never heard her say ‘no’ to a boss before. She looked determined. She looked from Moon to Jenny to Moon again. “Jenny doesn’t want to go down the mascot track, do you Jenny?”

The mouse blinked. What was happening? Had Diane read something deeper into her mind than she herself had seen? She looked again between Katie and the folks in front of her - Katie had seen Jenny by now and although she couldn’t manage a full wave she was wiggling her fingers enthusiastically at the mouse, who smiled back in return. Being a mascot really wasn’t so bad, it looked comfortable. Certainly filling. She would have access to all the donuts she wanted.

“Jenny wants to stay with me.” Diane continued, breaking her gaze from Moon to look across the table to where the mouse was wedged in. “I mean-” for the first time the confident rabbit seemed to stumble on her thoughts, “I won’t be able to pay her. But if someone is going to look after my mouse, why shouldn’t it be me?”

Her mouse. Jenny’s blush increased tenfold.

Diane looked back at Moon, almost defiantly. Her mouse. Jenny’s heart skipped a beat at the thought of those words. Moon, for his part, simply smiled. “I think we at Sifton HQ can accommodate this request. If we put our girl Jenny here back into product testing, we can have all the donuts she could want delivered to you both.” All the donuts she could want. They both turned to look at her now at the same time.

“Well Jenny,” Time seemed to slow down as Diane spoke.

What do you want?