Sally Mae knew that she was destined to be a country girl the moment her mother named her that. Apparently she and her father were big music fans back in the day and she was named after a guitarist. But names a funny way of pushing you to where they'd blend in.
She was 15 when she packed up and took that summer job on Porques Farms in southern Douglas County. And she generally found herself loving the work. It was a great workout. And now she was 19, still on the farm, and had the arms and back muscles to show for it. Sally Mae was big.
Porques Farms was owned by some bigshot who actually lived in Miami with her husband. She remembered on her first two years, she saw the family around the Manor. The boss's husband was a whale of a man, who's belly went to his shins when he sat down, which was all the time, since the boss was very strict on her husband's eating regime. Sally Mae remembered he was tremendously sexy for an older guy, and remembered the boss's son Mikey, who wasn't far behind his pa.
Actually, Sally Mae shivered at the thought of Mikey. Boy howdy that ended badly.
Porques Farms made bank off the production of wheat, dairy and meat, all to be made into the variety of junk foods that would be shipped off and voraciously consumed by males across the country of their strange little world.
Sally Mae suddenly found herself snapped out of her ruminating by Lulu clicking her fingers in front of her face. Sally Mae's attention went to the larger woman.
The much larger woman.
Women, naturally athletic powerhouses they were, found themselves bulking up even more while working on the labor intensive farms, but Lulu was something else. She was much much bigger than Sally Mae, but was like a big sister to her, being her senior ever since she started work on Porques Farms.
"Huh? What is it Lulu?" Sally Mae muttered, shaking herself back to reality.
"We got an emergency round the front child. Somebody's car broke down and they're looking for a jack. Mind helping me out with that, see if we can't send those kind folks on their way?"
Sally Mae rolled her eyes. "Jacks" in this world meant two or three strong women lifting up a huge car slightly of the ground to get to work.
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Lulu and Sally Mae jogged all the way out to the main road in front of the farm. Sure enough, an older woman, probably about 7'2 and had the build of an ex wrestler was waiting impatiently outside her car.
"Alright I'm back," Lulu said. "Everything okay?"
"Hardly. It's 100 degrees out here." The older woman scowled. Sally Mae chuckled.
"Yee haw, have city folk gone that soft? What woman doesn't mind getting hot and sweaty?" Sally Mae chuckled. Lulu elbowed her lightly to get her to pipe down, but Sally Mae could see it in Lulu's eyes that she found it funny too.
"I'm fine. But my son is in the back seat, and we're about 40 miles from the nearest drive through. My baby needs to eat you see." The older woman groused.
Sure enough, the back window rolled down. It was a young man, about Sally Mae's age. And he was a porker. He was leaned back, belly swolled with fat and sugar, surrounded by the trash of a long road snack. He was red faced, clearly not doing well from the lack of air conditioning.
"Mmmph...mother. Are we leaving yet? I'm nearly out of chicken." He mumbled meekly. Sally Mae saw his mother shooting him a glare.
Lulu slapped her hands together.
"Right, that changes things." She announced. "We can't have a man in this heat and starving. Sally Mae, can you take him inside with the air conditioning. There's a few tanks of ice cream in the walk in freezer I think. Give him that as well."
"All the way to the farm house? I don't want my son burning that many calories!" The mother balked.
"Would you rather he just be burning in a hot car?" Lulu asked. The mother's nose twitched but she conceded. She opened the back door. And Sally Mae finally got a good look at the young man's gargantuan fat, as he wobbled and shuffled in an attempt to get free.
"Darling, don't struggle. You'll burn calories." His mother barked as she leaned over to help him out. The man, barely 5'8, wobbled and jiggled to his feet. Sally Mae stepped forward to help him steady himself.
"You take him inside and get him as much food as you can feed him, do I make myself clear?" His mother barked.
"Yes ma'am!" Sally Mae said, taking the sneaky opportunity to pat the new young man on the belly.
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