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The months only seemed to continue to fly by.

And over the course of that time, you & Junie only grew closer. The more moments you shared together, especially outside of work, the more she continued to lower the guard she seemed to have up, always trying to keep people at a distance. And when that level of comfortability was reached, you almost immediately felt like old friends.

But with the tone set early on, your budding relationship wasn't all that ended up growing. You knew there was a kernel of truth to all of her worrying, all of her warnings. And with her strict workout routine set on the backburner & your encouragement to indulge every now & then, you expected her to put on a bit of weight. But you didn't realize just how little she was exaggerating whenever she spoke about gaining easily.

Junie blew up.

And quite a bit.

Not entirely unlike the balloon pantomime she used to tease you with early on. The more you allowed her to indulge, the more that soft layer of chub only thickened with each passing day. And with no gym visits to help hold back the tide, your new secretary girlfriend was gradually expanding, right before your very eyes. To the point where certain outfit were bought & outgrown within the same week.

From “chubster to chonker,” as she colorfully liked to put it.

“I toldja so,” she’ll often like to chide & remind, with her adorable, trademark lil rasp.

On some level, she seemed to be playing chicken with you. Taking a mile when given an Inch & constantly looking back, waiting for you to be the one to flinch.

“Ya really sure you don’t mind?” She’d seemingly often stop to ask as you laid your hands on her widening hips. But the way you were already caressing her seemed to answer the question almost immediately without ever saying a word. A smile would often seal the deal, helping to add a little further clarification.

“Do you?” You’d immediately turn things around. More to check the temperature. After all, it was ultimately her choice entirely. And usually, she muster some kind of meager response. Usually something to the effect of “It’d be much too hard to hop back on the fitness wagon at this point anyway.” Which, to be truthful, only seems to become even truer the rounder she grows. The way it all seems to continually snowball, there’s seemingly less & less of a change of ever getting the toothpaste back in the tube. Her self-control’s out the window now. These days, she couldn’t stop, even if she wanted to. Which is why it’s so convenient that she doesn’t seem to want to either.

At the end of the day, going in, you both knew that truly, deep down, she was really just a little too skittish to admit how much she enjoyed the changes herself. The power & presence of a broader, yet still so feminine form. And also just how comfortable she was to find someone that appreciated her in what felt like her most natural state. Being able to indulge & breathe for once, & not be admonished for it. Or even just second-guessed in a way to make her feel wrong or lazy for it.

Which is not to say that Junie’s increasing pudge hasn’t presented certain new challenges. Hell, the trail of broken furniture & ripped outfits left in her wake speak volumes. Getting fat can be a costly endeavor, even outside the higher food bills. Yet there’s always that devious glint of accomplishment in her eyes, even though her feigned embarrassment’s pretty convincing. As if everything her bulk’s defeated is in a way its own little milestone. Or high water mark.

Still, the rounder her tummy grows, the bigger her bosom gets, the fatter her ass becomes, the harder it becomes to function as a proper adult. At least in the modern workforce. In your wildest dreams, you never expected her to balloon this much, let alone so quickly. And it seems a little like she didn’t quite anticipate it either. And while something seems like it has to give, neither of you seem interested in wanting the growth to stop. Not just yet. In fact, it seems more like a challenge, in seeing how far you both can really push this.

But unfortunately, it’s gotten to the point where poor Junie has to leave a little extra time for herself in the morning, just to wrestle with her comparatively ever-shrinking wardrobe. Of course you assist wherever you can. Trying to help stuff belly fluff into her tights, or adjusting one of her oppressive yet straining sports bras suck it all in. If she didn’t work the extra minutes in earlier, you’d both end up arriving late.

Ultimately you hope that request she filed with HR to work remotely goes through.

Just think, if Junie never even has to leave the house, just how far you both can really push things.

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In case you didn’t realize or joined late, this is a follow up to this earlier piece.

While I enjoy doing a lot of one-off characters, I think Junie’s kind of a fun one to return to. I like how I set her up with a very distinct voice/personality in my head, one that’s seemingly a bit of a throwback in some ways, & I like the premise that she isn’t just exaggerating, & that if she doesn’t work extremely diligently, she puts on weight super easy, almost by breathing. And well, let’s just say that she’s been sort of relishing the fact she’s found someone who doesn’t mind her not working like crazy.

Happy with the shading result, but I won’t lie, had some difficulty getting on a roll with the dialogue for her. But also the vignette. Like I knew the situation & most of the bases I wanted to cover, but that played a big part in delaying this a few days, what with the fleeting hours I have working around other BS I’ve had going on.

Glasses, text, & background variants available. Perhaps, like last time, a berry version down the road as well.