Pix Please

***This was a very late "blank slate" character re-draw and story. You can see the original pic by Marmalade-Man  on bbwchan here bbw-chan.net/oe/src/1405561745… ***


"I can remember doing my first restaurant reviews and being terrified. Here my job was to eat- professionally, you know- to thoroughly sample and analyze a menu, but then have to go on air and start thinking about the ten pounds the trid-cam adds to you. I was able to keep it up for a while, but only by cutting corners. I'd eat a bite of this or that but I was missing stuff. It wasn't quality work. I was tired all the time from constant exercising. But I just couldn't keep up- it was an impossible task! And then the fallback- shapewear, only did so much."

"Of course they threatened to replace me when they noticed I wasn't Miss Size Zero anymore. The stress got to me. This was my dream job and I hated going to work. This was my one big chance, I had grabbed a hold of it, and yet I was fucking up, it was slipping out of my fingers. Then one day I snapped. I was sent to review a little boutique ice cream shop and I just said fuck it, I give up: I'm having everything. All the flavors, all the different sundaes- I jammed everything in my face. It was total abandon. It was bliss. I remember the button on my pants burst and I just started laughing manically. On the shuttle ride home I wrote the best damn review of my life: I knew the place inside and out! Of course, I showed up to work looking like I was pregnant with the inventory of a small ice cream shop and I was fired on the spot."

"That was the major turning point in my life. I started freelancing. I went to the really interesting places and wrote some amazing articles. And I was happy I didn't have to appear in front of a camera, because my new-found lust for work was definitely taking its toll on my figure."

"I mean- sure I started to gain weight during my short stint on network trid-vision, but it was trivial compared to what started happening. Every night I'd stuff myself silly at a restaurant I was going to review, then when I got back to the hotel I'd order room service so I'd have something to eat in bed while I was writing. I had stopped exercising. My body responded by going through a rapid metamorphosis. Suddenly I had chunky thighs that spread out wider each time I was seated, with a big ass for a cushion. I had a belly that poked out even when it wasn't full, and once I managed to top it off, it was gloriously round and satisfyingly heavy in my lap."

"It always felt like a job well done. My reviews were getting noticed. Freelancing was making me more money so I splurged by reinvesting in my career, going further out, tackling bigger assignments, taking more risks, and getting rewarded for it."

"By this point I just stopped worrying about my spiraling weight. I started looking at it as visible proof of my accomplishments. Bigger was better. It was like going though a second puberty as my hips pushed outwards. Oh- and my boobs absolutely blew up. They exploded. How could I not have mentioned that yet? I was never busty until now, so dealing with these monsters was a learning process. I'd pull my chair up to the table, and my tits began to eclipse my plate. It forced me to eat with my food off to one side, with my napkin draped across my bust rather than my lap."

"There was a point I seriously considered getting a reduction, but I talked myself out of it. I was enjoying my new measurements. All the attention seeking thrills I got from being in front of a trid-cam came rushing back when heads would turn in a restaurant I walked into. I started showing off a little more skin, vamping it up for the camera once they started following me to restaurant debuts. That's when I developed the harem-girl visual components of my "Pix" persona. I realized I had been writing that way the whole time. Pix was an unrepentant hedonist: lounging around until it was time to search for the next amazing dish. And when that dish showed up on her waistline the next morning, she owned it. She was breasts and belly and smoldering sex."

"That's where we end our tale. Thanks to some smart investing from Pix's financial advisers, Pix's personal wealth can match her expensive tastes. She could retire any time she wants, but there's still so much work to do."