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"Pigs in the Parfumerie aka Beauty Shop Blowup": An Exclusive Cut
🕑 Added 2024-05-01 14:00:18 +0000 UTCNew story, new title different from what I previously listed it as. This was a fun one to write.
Warning: This story contains heavy slob content. If that's not your thing, you will likely not care for this story. Have no fear, plenty of non-slob content is still coming this week.
Enjoy!
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Padget’s Parfumerie was a perfectly pleasant little store inside a local mall. While it specialized in perfumes of different kinds, Padget’s was also the purveyor of a full range of beauty essentials including lotions, oils, makeup and hair products galore. There were regular beauty workshops, and when customers came into the boutique they were treated to an experience as they were assisted by a variety of hard working, and knowledgeable salespeople.
Odette was one of those people. She was an excellent salesperson, knowledgeable and kind. She never tried to force a sale on people, and that made people want to buy from her all the more. In fact, of all the salespeople that worked as Padget’s, Odette was ranked third in terms and sales and first in terms of customer satisfaction.
Odette was also a larger girl with a big belly and a broad backside. She dressed stylishly and was incredibly confident in herself. She loved herself. Unfortunately, this love was not shared by the top two salespeople at Padget’s, Jane and Chloe. They were a pair of vain, vapid, skinny bitches who thought they owned the place and made it a point of flaunting their superiority. They especially hated Odette and her fatness.
Jane was a callous athletic bitch who looked like she could have been a sports illustrated swimsuit model. Chloe was a pompous posh British import who was a real glamor girl. They were prim and proper and catty as all hell. And to Odette they didn’t even bother being clever. They were just downright mean.
“You’re such a pig, Oinkette,” sneered Jane.
“Really, darling. I can’t understand how they let a chav like you work in a place like this. You’d be much better suited selling chips in the food court,” chimed in Chloe.
This was the way things normally were.
And then Covid-19 happened, and everyone learned a new normal.
Since Padget’s Parfumerie’s in-store offerings required people to be so close together inside, the store stayed closed during lockdown longer than most until it was eventually able to return with a few less staff members minus the ones who moved on to other jobs during the pandemic.
Odette, Jane and Chloe all returned. But the three couldn’t have been more different.
During the lockdown, Odette took to working out, not because she felt like she needed to lose weight but because she needed some kind of physical activity and didn’t have the patience for making sourdough. Instead she turned to exercise as a hobby and as a result she slimmed down considerably while maintaining some strong curves. She also brushed up on her craft with hours and hours of makeup tutorials and became more glamorous than ever.
And Jane and Chloe? Jane and Chloe turned to eating. They ate and ate and ate throughout the pandemic. With no social gatherings to go to, it seemed like all they could do was laze around and snack, drinking and eating till their hearts content. And lazing about in nothing but sweats made it easy to ignore the pounds that were piling on.
But when they got back to work, the results showed.
They hadn’t just gotten fat. Jane and Chloe were fat lazy slobs, completely piggish in every way.
The first thing Odette noticed as Jane walked by wasn’t what she looked like, but what she smelt like.
Jane had a distinct odor about her, the kind of smell that seemed to suggest that she had been doing an awful lot of sweating lately. But it was also a stale smell of body odor that signaled that she hadn’t bothered showering that morning, or possibly even the day or two before, and had instead taken to smothering herself in perfume in an attempt to cover up her own unfortunate body odor but instead creating a far more pungent stench. She was red faced and sweaty as if she was rushing in late which may have accounted for the lack of showering. And her current perspiration was certainly adding to the layering of smells. But Odette could tell just by looking at Jane that the sweat that caused her intense body odor was unlikely to have been caused by exercise.
The formerly slim and trim salesgirl was now thoroughly flabby and out of shape. Her tomato red face was bloated as if she had been on a month long blender. Her formerly dainty features were lost amongst the fat that had gathered to replace them with sweaty jowls and a greasy, doughy double chin.
Jane was wearing professional attire that she had clearly outgrown quite a while ago but was too stubborn to relegate to the back of her closet in deference to the more plus-sized clothing that she so clearly needed. As such, her professional attire was no longer professional. Beyond being messy, Jane was also absolutely spilling out of all of it. Her blouse was untucked and covered in a large coffee stain as well of what looked to be a bit of jelly and a bit of cream suggesting that she had stuffed her face with at least two different donuts on her way to showing up late for work. This was further evident by the array of glaze and powder that was scattered on her top and stained her doughy face. Some of it clearly dripped into her slightly larger but much saggier cleavage.
The buttons of her blouse were strained by the blubber of her belly, thick flab that oozed through the gaps that it made. The fat flowed around her middle and fought to free itself in whatever way it could. Therefore, it also expanded out over the waistband of her skirt and spilled out from under her blouse. Her pudgy pot belly sloshed about and was very eager to announce itself to anyone who walked by, and it was impossible not to notice her chunky muffin top.
The pencil skirt she was wearing was more of an extra thick tip marker at this point. Its shape was stretched out by the girth of her thunder thighs and the broken down shelf-like quality of her flabby blubber butt. The skirt was strained almost to its limit by the sheer mass that Jane was somehow still packing into it. In fact, Odette could see as Jane waddled past that the skirt was hastily synched together by not one but two heavy duty safety pins which Jane left there as if nobody would notice. In fairness, Odette almost didn’t notice the second one at first because the droop of Jane’s love handle had temporarily obscured it, but she doubted that that was what Jane was going for.
The power jacket that went with the rest of the ensemble was missing, likely because Jane’s new bingo wings and fatter shoulder would have made stuffing herself into the sleeves impossible. What the lack of a jacket did do was make the yellowed sweat stains under Jane’s armpits extremely noticeable.
The winded and sweaty Jane clumsily went about her work, and Odette was filled to hear the snarky chatter of her co-workers and some of the regular customers at Jane’s expense.
“Did you see, Jane? She blew up.”
“Sure did, what a fat ass she turned into.”
“I’ll tell you I could smell her before I could see her, which is saying something because there’s so much more of her to see.”
“I agree. That fatty reeks! I don’t know how she’s so sweaty and smelly. It’s clearly not from exercising.”
“It’s her new signature scent, Eau de Piggy.”
“She’s a fat slob now, and it’s disgusting!”
“Oink! Oink!”
Odette was over the moon at the thought of Jane getting what she so rightly deserved, and her day was only getting better.
Jane was not the only new piggy in Padget’s Parfumerie.
Chloe announced her return to the parfumerie with a preposterously loud burp. It was a wet, brassy belch that Odette could have sworn was loud enough to shake several glasses on display. And better than that slobbish display was the new figure that supported such a blast of gas. Chloe had gotten chubby! No. Chloe was chunky. No even better.
Chloe had gotten fat!
Whereas Jane’s blouse was at least trying to hold on for dear life, Chloe’s had clearly given up the ghost rather recently. The buttons of her blouse were completely undone and her blouse, beyond being untucked, was also completely open revealing a dirty tank top that was riding up her greasy gut, a flabby bag of flesh that was pour over the popped open front of her shorts. Odette had to believe that all of this button popping must have happened on the way over because she couldn’t conceive that even Chloe had the arrogance and ignorance needed to think she could pull this off as a look.
It would be too generous to call the sagging fat that hung in front of Chloe a pot belly. It was a full blown gut. And it was a mess! Just like Jane, Chloe had clearly been sweating up a storm, and her spongy gut had a clear sheen of sweat on it that was also splotching the bottom of her tank top. In fact, her tank top was quite the scene. It was covered in a variety of stains. Along with sweat, Odette could make out what looked like grease, coffee, ketchup and mustard.
Odette had assumed that Chole’s wardrobe malfunctions were the reasons for her lateness. But then she saw the extra large iced coffee and the double sausage, bacon egg and cheese sandwich that Chloe was carrying. The iced coffee was half empty and practically white from the amount of heavy cream with it. Chloe messily polished off the sandwich and delivered another even louder burp. The sandwich left behind a film of grease around her mouth and bits of egg and ketchup staining her cheeks and chest. Odette had know way of knowing this for sure, but deep down she was confident that this must have been Chloe’s second or third sandwich of the morning.
With her gluttonous gut sated for the moment, Chloe went waddling about her business and clumsily slammed her hip into the display counter. As she did so, she let out a tremendous fart to the shock and disgust of several customers walking near her.
“Bloody *bwaaaaap* ‘ell.” she muttered before continuing on her way, letting out a few more toots as if nothing was wrong.
The customers walked away laughing behind Chloe’s wide back, and as they passed, Odette had to stop and stare at the shabby condition of Chloe’s once perfect heart shaped ass.
That ass was now out of control. It was a blubbery mess, a pungent gas factory with two huge cheeks that were fighting to escape her shorts from all angles. Odette had no idea how Chloe managed to halfway squeeze herself into the shorts that she was incapable of buttoning. They were clearly fraying all over, and the legs were cinched hard enough to cause angry red marks on her thunder thighs.
And those thighs were quite thick indeed. They were fleshy, cellulite covered tubes of flab. Any sense of a tan that Chloe had worked hard to get was gone, replaced by pale, pasty, puddingy pudge. Her cottage cheese thighs slammed and rubbed together, wobbling as she waddled about no longer about to strut around. And that’s when Odette noticed that the shoes Chloe used to strut around in were gone. Chloe looked a good deal shorter in the ruddy flats she was wearing. Her feet must have swollen with fat - Odette could surmise as much based on the state of Chloe’s cankles, and Odette guessed that the heels probably broke under Chloe’s significant weight. Chloe had gained weight all over, but the largest portions of it went to her gut and to her butt. Her bulbous cheeks were also swelling up over the top of her shorts and giving her a prominent sweaty plumber’s crack. The tops of Chloe's chunky cheeks quivered as she let loose another bubbly fart.
And yet she didn’t seem to notice. Such was her arrogance that she stormed in over and hour late to her shift, feast in hand looking and smelling more like a fat hobo than a professional salesperson, a fuming gas factory who still waddled around like she owned the place.
She seemed clueless to the commentary that Odette was all too happy to listen in on.
“Chloe chunked up!”
“Chloe the cow!”
“She certainly passes gas like one. What a fume.”
“She’s a big fat gas factory.”
“FATTY FART FACTORY!”
“I wouldn’t be caught dead waddling around like her. What a mess! She’s such a fat, stinky, messy, disgusting slob!”
“Eww! Just eww! Just looking at her makes my skin crawl. She looks like she smells and she smells even worse!”
“Just look at that gut!”
“How could you not? It’s immense. Just like the rest of her.”
“MOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!”
Jane and Chloe tried to go about their work as if nothing was different, as if they were still the queen bees of the shop and the best selling salespeople. They, of course, failed to realize how many customers were actively avoiding their presence. Being fat was one thing, but their slobbishness was something else entirely, and paying customers wanted nothing to do with the grubby, greasy girls hawking perfume while being so clearly in need of a shower.
That was Jane’s problem especially. Customers would quickly spin on their heels and practically run the other way once they got within the toxic miasma of Jane’s odor caused by her undershowering and overdosing on perfume. And when she tried to get really aggressive about , they recoiled at the greasy touch of her sausage fingers. Those who were the most bold in rejecting her did so with a poke to her fat belly and a few crude names paired with a lot of oinking and laughter.
Chloe didn’t fare any better. Although she somehow managed to catch a few potential customers who took pity on the portly pig, her sales all fell through because she couldn’t stop burping in the faces of her clients. And when they stormed off, Chloe would give chase, her waddling propelled along by her flatulence. Chloe’s lowest point came when she fully knocked over a makeup display. As she bent down to pick things up, her ass let loose another trumpeting fart and this was the last bit of strain that caused the back of her overtaxed shorts to burst open. She ripped more ass as she shot up straight, belly sloshing about, and used her chubby hands to cover the rip in her pants as best as she could which was well at all.
This time she couldn’t possibly escape hearing the comments.
“That she blows!”
“That wide rump can rip ass!”
“What a clumsy cow.”
“Look at that blubber butt. No wonder she has so much gas.”
“It’s her bloated belly that makes her gassy, you idiot.”
“Whatever, she’s got a lot of that too. Girl is o-BEAST! MOOOOOOO!”
After that display, Chloe and Jane were both fired.
“This isn’t a barnyard! Get out of here you disgusting slobs. Go wallow somewhere else.”
Janes and Chloe waddled away in tears, probably to go eat their feelings in the food court. That was who they had become, fat greedy slobs. And they left Odette alone as the undisputed number one salesperson in Padget’s Parfumerie. Odette didn’t worry too much about Jane and Chloe after that. She figured they would land on their fat feet.
After all, she heard a Thick Burger was opening up in the food court. She was certain Jane and Chloe could get jobs there. They’d fit right in.
Comments
BS Writer
To my friends from across the pond: I am not British and apologize if the slang I used here is not slang that a specifically posh British person would use, but it's what came up when I hastily googled British slang, so really blame Google.
BS Writer
Thank you! I enjoyed writing it. Jane and Chloe are both technically referred to as prim and proper, but I suppose Chloe reads as more prim and proper because she's specifically written to be posh British and says "darling". For me, I think a major thing about these transformations is the lose of control and the karmic crushing that comes with becoming the total opposite of what they were.
Searcher
Enjoyed it.Karma was merciless on these two. For some reason I want more Chloe. Something about a prim and proper person changing always works for me.
