Janice's gigantic meaty hand hovers over you, cascading a humongous shadow that engulfs you before she can with her huge fist. She wraps her fingers around your body, leaving your head exposed. Despite the fact that her smooth, fat palms feel soft against your skin, like the world's plushest pillow, it does not ease the fear in your rapidly beating heart. Especially since she's lifting you up to her face.
Janice opens her hand so that she can hold you between two of her hefty index finger and thumb, which occupy either side of your entire torso. Eyes the size of moons scan you as she decides you fate. As she does this, you take a moment to calm yourself down, and do your own survey of your surroundings. You've wound up in a public pool, populated by obese giantesses, clad in ill-fitting bikinis that betray every curve, fold, cellulite wrinkle on their wet jiggly frames. Janice herself is wearing a navy blue tight tank top that is barely able to contain her bulging stomach, allowing it to peek out the bottom of the shirt. Pool Manager is labeled across her huge chest in bold white font.
Suddenly, you feel your body being shaken as you realize that Janice is starting to move. Your focus goes back to her face as she flashes you a big smile with her plump lips.
"I'll tell you what," She begins. Before she says anything else, she angles so you can see her shoes. They're barely visible since her humongous gut is blocking your view, but you’re able to see that they match the white and blue color scheme on her tank top.
"My feet have been giving me a lot of trouble lately." She continues. "This new job has me walking around and standing all day in the sun. I've got fallen arches, so doing that kind of stuff makes my feet really sore. I've tried to go to foot masseuses, but their fat hands are much clumsy to be handling my delicate tootsies. However..."
Janice picks you up to her face again, and takes your arm in her other thumb and index, holding it out so she can get a better look at it. "Your hands look like their small enough to treat them with the care they deserve. So here's the deal: You become my personal foot masseuse, and in return, I'll give you a place to live and feed you. Deal?"
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