Adeline sighed as her train pulled pulled in to the station at Port Plaza, one of the cutely named commercial hubs littered throughout the shoreside city. Her sigh was quickly followed by a deep inhale.
"Ahh," she breathed, contentedly, her head leaning toward the partially opened cabin window. "I can already smell that fresh seaside air."
Of course, there was another smell permeating the air as she clumsily squeezed her way off the train, turning sideways with her luggage in tow. The plaza's many restaurants, snack shacks, funnel cake booths and other eateries beckoned lovingly to her, the smells they emitted like siren songs to her stomach tempting her with reprieve after an arduous voyage. Her thick belly let out a low rumble.
'No no,' she thought, gently squeezing her sizeable muffin top with the hand that wasn't gripping her bags. 'I came here to avoid such things. No need to contribute any more to this,' she continued internally as she gazed longingly, almost helplessly at all of the numerous, overwhelmingly tempting options. At the word 'this' her free hand subconsciously moved to by far her most afflicted area: her enormous ass.
The only reason Adeline didn't drop everything she was doing and run, er, waddle straight for the nearest ice cream stand and start ordering all of her favorites was that, well, she had plenty of times in the past. And she certainly had the butt to show for it. Adeline was so enormously, spectacularly bottom heavy that even back at her old job at Buttercombe she still turned the heads of students and even other teachers. Hell, Adeline noted with a bit of anger, some of the women who gawked were even heavier than she was! Maybe they weren't as.. uniquely proportioned, but that was just genetics, right?
Her hand still stroking one soft, jutting giant hip, as she tended to do when deep in thought, Adeline thought back to those drab, demeaning days. The bottom-heavy auburn ex-teacher knew that being surrounded by children wasn't for her after finally growing sick of the rudeness, insolence and disrespect of her students. And the constant teasing and jabs taken (sometimes literally) at her quaking derrière had finally gotten to be too much! Or, in her years enjoying the "perks" of being Buttercombe faculty, she might have gotten to be too much for some of the furniture... Either way, the straw that broke the camel's back was when, much to both her confusion and anger, the student yearbook committee simultaneously awarded her with "Biggest Hardass" and "Biggest Fat Ass". Not to be confused, of course, with the the title of "Biggest Fatass", which was usually rewarded out of spite every year to one Miss Ashley Knight. But that was hardly any less frustrating to the bell-shaped belle. She had handed in her resignation at the end of that very semester, vowing to relocate somewhere fresh and maybe get somewhere back under 400 pounds.
So far, her plan was going well! The relocation half had obviously succeeded even if the young Miss Hollaway was nowhere near being settled, having only seen her new apartment in a virtual tour provided by Ukai-Torque after she had nailed her online interviews for one of their partner companies, a food distributor called "Yeng". This "Yeng", much to Adeline's delight, not only provided near-site housing for its supervisors but the apartment itself looked amazing. Originally, Adeline had tried her best to get a job with Ukai-Torque, a cutting-edge technology development firm, hoping that her firm mathematics background would be seen as an asset for the company. She did think it a little out of the ordinary that part of her pre-interview resume submission mandated a recent physical and a full-body profile shot, but for what the starting salary offered, she begrudgingly accepted, using the best lighting she could (and wearing black, of course) and slightly fudging the number in the column that asked "WT:". But only slightly.
At any rate, the interviewers at Ukai-Torque seemed to be tripping over themselves to give Adeline a pretty decent starting position in the hierarchy, albeit at their sister company. Adeline remembered fondly what a breeze her interview was, her proctor being a thin, refined looking Asian woman named Ms Fukuda who calmly exclaimed that she had sensed Adeline would be a "perfect fit" for the position based on her submitted resume alone.
'Of course she would,' the titanic twenty-something reminisced smugly. "With my credentials, I was way too qualified to be working at some prissy little academy.'
And the fact that Yeng had set her up with an apartment, a company car (already waiting for her upon arrival, it's keys having been mailed to her along with house keys weeks prior) and even compensation for the trip to Daven's Port wasn't even enough! Adeline, as a supervisor in the company, was given early access to a new something or other called the "Watanagashi Integrated Kitchen", a sample product from their third affiliated sister company, or a subdivision of Torque-but-not-Ukai, or something. Adeline hardly cared at this point, though. Her plans couldn't be going better!
Well, at least the "relocate" half of the plan. In the last few months between Adeline's fated career decision and her arrival that very day, poor sweet-but-strict Adeline hadn't managed to lose a single one of the many, many pounds she had put on since her 280 pound days. In fact, Adeline's weight, and consequently the size of her butt, had only continued to soar. She again was cruelly reminded of the yearbook titles she had "earned" before her departure. And the fact was that the young adult arriving in Daven's Port today was even bigger than that still.
Quickly but still rather heavily, the fretting bottom-heavy babe lumbered her way across the plaza toward a funnel cake stand, her mind silently cursing her lack of willpower all the way but doing nothing to slow her pace. Sugar was Adeline's true weakness, and all of the excitement and worry had earned her a little "comfort snack".
What would her interviewer Fukuda say? She had seemed like a very no-nonsense woman, exactly the kind of woman Adeline admired. Would Adeline be chided right off the bat by this woman for being dishonest on her physical? What a terrible first impression to make!
'Well, I guess we worry about that tomorrow,' she thought inwardly as she outwardly let out a loud, long "Mmmmmmmm", wiping the powdered sugar from her mouth and reaching for her purse.
"On the house, honey," the vendor said with a smile. "Welcome back to Daven's Port."
"Aww thanks!" beamed Adeline. 'See, already the people here are so much nicer!' She thought to herself, wobbling away at a more manageable pace now that her sugar craving had been addressed. 'But what did he mean by welcome back? Maybe I already fit in so well he just assumes I'm a local!'
Happy and focused, Adeline's thoughts once again turned to her exorbitantly wide hips and quivering thighs. 'All this cake is going right here,' she sighed, giving her flank another reluctant pat. Of course, with a heavy, hanging belly that led around into a muffin top only exacerbated in size by the way it rested on said shockingly ample hips, that was hardly a claim she could continue to make. Even her (relatively) still thin face was finally starting to fill catch up, her double chin tripling whenever she opened her mouth for the next bite. But poor Adeline couldhardly help herself. Comfort food was what had led to her jaw-dropping size over the years in the first place.
Adeline stopped at a trash bin momentarily and frowned, looking down at herself (okay, well her boobs mostly got in the way, but still! Genetics!) and grimacing at the contrast between her profile shot and her profile now. What would her employers' reaction be? They knew they were expecting someone big, but THIS big?! She started to think again, out loud this time.
"Well, I've gained like fifty-something pounds since being voted "Biggest Fatass", she muttered no one, not caring herself for the slight grammatical distinction, "and that was 20 pounds heavier than what was on my physical, which means I must be somewhere around-"
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