If you have ever worked in a shop you know that the worst thing about it is the customers!
And the only thing worse than regular customers are ones that fall outside the realm of the “usual clientele”. They’re often clueless about what they’re shopping for and take up a lot of an assistant’s time.
But even worse than that are those who come in to the store just to run down the product you’re selling.
So you can imagine the enthusiasm that poor Louise Jacobs had that Saturday afternoon when she had to babysit a bunch of giggling women who really ought to know better.
Emilia Clearwater and her band of harpy’s had descended upon the big girls boutique where Louise worked just after she had returned from her lunch break.
Louise had no problem with skinnier chicks coming into the store, they were often shopping for gifts, but that was not the case here.
They had procured her help on spotting her, claiming “she had the perfect shape they were looking for” amidst fits of giggles. They had then proceeded to spend 40 minutes pulling dresses off the rails and holding them up against Louise’s Rubenesque frame. Finally losing patience with the group, Louise politely asked – “what exactly is it you are looking for? Perhaps a gift?”
“No no” came the reply from Emilia “I’m going to a fancy dress party as something fat, I don’t know what yet though so that’s why you’re here”
Louise was speechless as they were interrupted by another of the throng of cackling followers – “Emilia honey, what about this?!”
The girl pulled out a pink velveteen cocktail dress which Emilia snatched from her hand and thrust up against Louise.
“Miss Piggy!!!!” The five of them screeched as Louise stood there red faced and flustered.
“Ring this up fatty and we’ll be on our way”
Not wanting to lose her job Louise complied with the girls wishes, just thankful to be rid of her.
“I really hope that girl gets what’s coming to her” she said under her breath before continuing on with her day.
Emilia and her gang had a few other stops along the day but she completed her costume at the fancy dress store, a blonde curly wig and the 3 piece “sexy pig kit” and she was ready for her party.
On returning home from the mall Emilia put her purchases away and spent the rest of the evening just having a light meal and chatting to her cronies on the phone. It was before bed that it dawned on Emilia that she should probably try on the dress to see just how much padding she would have to use.
As she stripped naked she couldn't help but check out herself in the mirrored doors of her wardrobe. Her lithe body was tanned and toned, she was taller than all her friends and there was no mistake who led the group both in height and looks. Her long brunette hair fell down in front of pert breasts, perfectly proportioned.
"Absolutely perfect" she remarked as she blew herself a kiss and winked at her reflection. She pulled the dress from the bag and snipped the tags. She pulled the dress over her head and marvelled at the amount of space she had in the garment. She dismissed the strange staticy feel as a by-product of the dress being brand new and being made of a material she would not normally wear.
It was at this time that she received a call from one of her crew, distracted by the call she took her attention away from the mirror. Had she remained in front of the polished surface perhaps she would have noticed a few inconsistencies with her appearance. A little softer all over, the dress had begun to work its magic on an unsuspecting Emilia.
As she walked to the living room, aimlessly gossiping, her rear end had started to inflate. What had used to be a perky little bubble had quickly turned doughy and then mushy as it grew in size. Had she not been so engrossed in her conversation she might have felt the change when she plopped down on the sofa or maybe when she crossed her legs she'd have noticed that it wasn't as easy as it should have been.
Thick, juicy thighs had replaced her previously toned quads and they weren't the only change to her perfect pins. Her calves positively bulged now, her right one jiggling like an overfull water balloon as she swung her leg over the other.
Maybe she'd had too much wine with her meal, there had to be a reason she didn't feel it as her waist swelled first into a plump pot belly which slowly gave way to gravity and rolled over her hips as it morphed into a big fat jiggling gut, sucking up more of the pink dress as it continued to grow.
Emilia was never one for snacking so it should have been a surprise to her when plump little fingers reached out and snagged a couple of cookies to munch on while she chatted on the phone. She must have been oblivious not to see that those chubby hands were at the end of significantly larger arms than she had had just moments ago.
One would certainly think that when she brushed the crumbs that had fallen from the cookies and into her cleavage that she would have noticed that her breasts were now several cup sizes larger and without the support of a bra, lay comfortably on the shelf of her tummy, but no. Instead she just kept on chatting, slurping on a milkshake she didn't make.
If she didn't notice the changes as they were happening, that certainly wasn't the case once they had finished and coincidentally she finished her call. The gravity of her situation dawned on her once she had finished her milkshake and waddled her way back into her bedroom, pausing at her mirror before she removed her dress.
Even those who weren't paying attention would have heard the blood curdling scream that emanated from Emilia Clearwater's bedroom that Saturday night.
Another terrible thing about working in a shop is the number of weekends you have to work, managers always seem to have a Sunday off and leave opening the store to other, lower paid staff. What's worse is that no-one in their right mind is ever there at opening so you get that boring period with no-one to serve too.
So, you can imagine the surprise that Louise had when she arrived to open the shop that Sunday morning only to be met by a heavyset young woman in an obviously fake blonde, curly wig and a pink velveteen cocktail dress that looked like it had been tailored to fit her.
"You!" Screeched the obviously infuriated woman "you did this to me!"
"Oh, it's Miss Piggy" Louise said that last part in a tone mocking that which her customer had used just yesterday "I've gotta say, you may be a bitch but you can put a costume together, that double chin you're sporting looks real"
"It is real you fat cow! Now change me back!" Spat Emilia
"Whoa whoa whoa I had nothing to do with you porking up there piggy but maybe we can help each other out huh?" Continued Louise as she opened the store.
After the girls made their way inside Louise brewed a couple of mugs of coffee and got down to the facts.
"Listen, the truth is had you not been so down right mean to me yesterday I'd have probably pointed out that I'd never even seen that dress in here before. I had no clue where it had come from but you were so insistent that I ring it up for you that I just put it through on a generic SKU"
"Well what am I supposed to do?" Whined Emilia
"Well I could return it for store credit but judging by the size of ya I'd wager you've got nothing else that size to wear"
"No" replied Emilia sullenly
"So how about this? You go ahead and buy yourself a new wardrobe here today, I get the commission for a huge sale and in return I keep my ear to the ground about where this mystery dress came from. Whatcha say? It's not like you have much choice"
"I suppose so" grimaced Emilia
"That's the spirit" said Louise gleefully "Tell ya what, I'll even close the store so you can try things on with some privacy, as long as you buy plenty of course"
"How kind of you" remarked a sarcastic Emilia
"Only the best for my new favourite customer" smiled Louise "oh and make sure to buy plenty of underwear, I get the best commission on that"
"Bigger the sale, better the chance you'll find some information for me, right?"
"Something like that. Oh, and lose the wig, I want you to look just great."
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