This choice: Talk to the woman personally and make a deal • Go Back...Chapter #7Talk to the woman personally and make a deal by: Sojaxx   Samantha made a phone call to the girl, Emily Gratin, and arranged for a sit down at her place. She made it clear she refused to go out in public in her current state and wanted to talk only to the CEO. Samantha didn't mind though she still didn't see what the big deal is. Emily was actually pretty cute and looked like Sam's type. If everything goes according to Samantha's plan, she might be able to enjoy a fling with her on top of using her to market the hell out of her sauce.
Following the instructions, Samantha parked outside a cozy little blue suburban home with a lawn in need of a good mowing. She came alone accompanied by only twelve trough shaped containers of Porky Pie's Piggy Drive take out. The first two were for Sam but the rest she planned to share with Emily. As someone who also partook of the sauce, she knew she couldn't resist some free fast food.
She slung the bags onto her shoulders and made her way up to the front door. She rapped her knuckles against the door and waited for someone to answer, opening a box and eating a pot pie while she waited.
"The donor's opURRRRRRRRRPP!"
It didn't take a genius to tell that was probably Emily. She put the pie down and helped herself into the house. Immediately she stepped in an empty container one the floor, one of many she saw littered on the floor along with empty bags, soda cans, wrappers, and styrofoam boxes. She truly was living like a pig in every meaning of the word. Sam waded through the garbage and followed the familiar stench of BO and gas.
She stumbled upon the living room and the girl she was here to meet, Emily Gratin, lounging on the couch watching TV. She turned to face Sam and the two shared the same thought about the other.
Holy crap, she's HUGE!
Samantha had seen the photo of Emily but clearly she had grown since the picture was taken and unlike in the picture, she wasn't wearing any clothes. In fact, it looked like the only clothes she could wear would be a muumuu. If Samantha's belly was a beanbag chair, Emily's was a king sized bed. Her paunch drooped down to the ground and filled in the space between her bloated, blubbery thighs and over them like a blanket. All three sets of breasts were each the size of beach balls resting on top of one another. And her ass, it could take up three movie seats. Almost simultaneously, the two ripped ass at the same time, but clearly Emily's was the louder, smellier, and powerful of them. Samantha tried to make a good impression and get on her good side.
"You must be Emily. I'm-"
Emily sneered and cuts her off, "Yeah I know who you are. You're the reason why I'm stuck like this. Why I can't get wear clothes without outgrowing them or go outside without being mocked or hold down a decent job for being 'indecent' or resist chowing down and getting fatter and *PPPPPPPRRRRRRRRLLLLLLBBBRRRRRTTTTT* gassier. I just didn't think you'd be a fatass."
Normally Samantha would be offended by such a statement but her honesty is refreshing and her overall size and slobbiness is oddly alluring. "You'd be surprised how much we have in common. Shall we get down to *pppbbllrrrtt* BUSINESS? I brought lunch."
At the mention of free food, Emily's gut growled and she glared at the CEO. "Fine. Let's get this over with." She grunted and strained, spewing more noxious gas as she exerted herself just to stand. Almost as if she needed the farts to propel herself up. Once she was up, she slowly waddled to the kitchen and Samantha followed, entranced by her blubbery backside and how it didn't just bounce it quakes at the slightest movement.
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