FIVE YEARS LATER :
Becky opened her eyes and discovered herself behind a desk in a cluttered office. A dismal, dreary establishment where the paint was cracking on the wall and a couple of cheap fans instead of air conditioning. Second hand furniture, dirty carpeting and newspapers flung around in slipshod fashion. Her diploma was hung on the wall besides her desk, though it appeared tacky being fastened with duct tape. Hard at work in a cubicle towards the back were a couple of her associates.
Becky reached over and grabbed her compact out of her gaudy vinyl gold colored purse to check on her appearance, needless to say, nothing had changed. Even her clothes and bloated body remained unchanged. Her soft potbelly got in the way as she leaned over to grab a donut out of a box that was located on the far side of her desk. Now a creature of habit, she took a hearty bite out of the donut as if it had always been her nature.
The ringing of the phone prompted Becky to answer as she nibbled, Good afternoon.....attorney at ....I mean....Marx and Kaufman, attorneys at law, this is Becky, how may I help you?
The door of the legal office opened, a rather bronzed skinned young lady entered followed by a stereotypical Guido variety of male. Becky was in the middle of a phone conversation with a client, but she couldnt help to notice, the bonze beauty had the door opened for her.
The reason was obvious. From her wavy, long golden blond mane and gorgeous face, to her hourglass figure attired in an expensive blouse with corresponding skirt. Sheer cheesecake and she knew it. There was an audacious movement in her stride along with an aura of narcissism. Eye contact between Becky and the blond was made, though Becky continued speaking with the client.
The conversation was concerning the clients testimony relating to being a witness to a fight at some loser bar. All she had to do was to get his version of the story on tape. Becky rarely did anything challenging any more. Matter of fact it had been a solid nine months since she even entered a courthouse and that was only because the guy handling the case called in sick that day. Nothing special. Just some loan shark with unpaid parking tickets.
The Guido happened to be Mr. Jeffery H. Latsos. A senior member of the firm. His appearance rather resembled a slick car salesman and his principles were just as marred.
Jeffery took his time showing the babe around the office, then once Becky was off the phone, made the introductions. Vanessa, this is Becky. Becky, this is Ms. Pennington, the newest member of our team.
Bad enough Vanessa greeted Becky with a condescending ripple in her voice, but glanced over her like she was a check out girl at Easy Mart. Adding insult to injury, besides being introduced as Becky and Vanessa being referred to as Ms. Pennington, Jeffery remarked, Beckys our receptionist and usually runs the office.
Runs the office? If brewing coffee, vacuuming and answering the phones as well as numerous other insignificant tasks meant Becky ran the office, then it was a fact. The fact hat she was technically a member of the Nevada bar was of no consequence and seldom mentioned.
Im going to call out for lunch, be a sweetheart and pick it up, okay?, Jeffery instructed Becky.
Shes quite a gal, Jeffery told Vanessa, Im clueless what wed do without her. Feel free to call on her for anything you need.
As Jeffery escorted Vanessa to her cubicle, Becky grumbled to herself, Greasy weasel, didnt even ask if I wanted anything.
Unlike the previously vivacious Rebecca Sterling whom men would happily go out of there way to earn her favor, Becky Sterling was no longer the prize men sought. Girls like Becky never received special treatment. It was a bitter pill that Becky had to digest. She was now a member of the same league of females that she once looked down upon.
Over the five years spent at the shabby law office, Beckys behavior was distorted into the exact representation of her prejudice. Heavy females were unsophisticated and tacky to Rebeccas frame of mind. Thus had become Becky Sterling. Besides the excess amount of weight she put on, her environment and social status also played a factor.
Becky picked up her cheesy romance novel and whirled a strand of hair around her finger as she wide eyed consumed the insipid paperback. Beckys hair was now dyed blond. A cheap, bold shade of blond that was shaped into an inept bouffant hairstyle with perplexing overlong bangs. Her mane set in such a manner revealed her corpulent facial features.
Beckys chiseled features were now extremely bloated, rendering her swollen cheeks and a plump double chin. The tip of her nose expanded and there was an oily composition to her skin. Owing much to her newly acquired lifestyle, Becky wasnt frugal when it came to applying cosmetics. The eye shadow, mascara and lipstick was ostentatiously spread over her chubby face. Her plastic earrings, pink in color and spiral in shape, amplified her gaudy appearance.
There was nothing left of Rebecca Sterlings refinement and taste. Becky began nibbling on a bag of chips while waiting for Jeffery to summon her and fetch lunch. Wiping her greasy fingers on her apparel was now a part of her nature.
Becky had tons of clothes. Quantity before quality. Her closet was full of cheaply priced garments, clothes that she would have only worn at a Halloween party now were her everyday wardrobe. Beckys current attire consisted of a leopard skin top and black spandex slacks. The sleeveless top, a mixture of cotton and spandex, propelled her buxom bosom upwards while exposing her chunky upper arms and thick waist. Several large rolls circled her pulpy mid section, the biggest one lying upon her substantially spacious hips.
Likewise, Beckys spandex slacks meticulously detailed the increase of her post Vegas girth. Her potbelly had by now tripled in size, becoming rounder and fuller, completely circular in shape, complimenting the humongous derriere she had developed. Beckys posterior had mushroomed into an inflated bubble butt that pushed out over her ridiculously hefty thighs. Beckys thoroughly pear shaped figure, the effects of her fast food and almost continually snacking diet, had blossomed to a soft and tubby 255-pounds.
Though it was difficult at first, over time Becky accepted her weight and social status, her behavior adjusting to her environment. The former pretentious, svelte and successful attorney was barely a memory; without the acknowledgments and applauds she once received, Becky Sterling become conscious of her new identity.
The UPS employee who stepped into the seedy law office interrupted Beckys reading. Becky fluttered her eyes as she welcomed the gentleman,
Hello Marty, whats up? Beckys once dignified and assertive warble was replaced by a perky, high pitch tone.
Marty maneuvered his tall lanky body towards Beckys desk, The usual, thank goodness its Friday.
Marty was a nice young man, a few years younger than Becky , with short red hair and freckles over his youthful looking face. Becky giggled, Yeah, its been a long week.
Marty placed a few packages on Beckys desk, then handed her the clipboard, Were going gambling tonight, youre welcome to join us?
Becky had quite a crush on Marty; he was one of the few guys who actually noticed her. Becky smiled as she signed her name, then handed the clipboard back to Martin; Id love to tag a long, cept I cant afford to gamble.
Pushing over the gigantic bag of chips, Marty took a seat on Beckys desk, You cant make the rent again?
Becky pouted in such a manner, deep dimples developed in her chubby cheeks, Yeah, ever since my roommate got busted for shop lifting. Now I have to count the pennies to pay my electric bill.
Marty leaned over, Im surprised you havent called home and asked for help?
Beckys double chin expanded as she tilted her head, Im afraid Im all tapped out there. My parents refuse to send me another dollar.
Marty acknowledged Becky with a gesture of concern, then suggested, You could check with Barbie? From what I heard, since her old man moved out, shes looking for a roommate.
Becky crinkled her nose, I suppose I could? I aint never lived in a trailer before, arent they small?
Marty nodded, I guess, but youd get used to it.
Before Becky could reply, Jeffery wandered over, Okay Becky, our take out is ready, mind picking it up?
Becky nodded as Jeffery handed her a twenty, I ordered from Calhouns. Remember to bring me back the change.
Becky shook her head as Jeffery returned to Vanessa. Becky stood up, smiling at Marty, Would you want to give me a ride?
Marty eased his body off her desk, You know its against regulations for anyone to ride in my truck. Any way, Calhouns is only down the block; the exercise will do you good.
Becky rolled her eyes as she reached over and picked up her flamboyant neon pink colored purse,
You saying I need to lose weight?, she loudly giggled.
Marty swung his head, You know better than that.
Becky brought her well-fed body against Marty, flashing her eyes she smiled. Marty lifted her chin, a brief kiss ensued. His hands caressing her beefy upper arms, before breaking away. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, Marty nervously exhaled, I know where this is going, we have to stop.
Becky pouted, her body language revealing her dejection, Why dont you like me?
Marty jerked his head, forgoing eye contact, he focused on her disorderly desk, I like you Becky. Just not that way.
Beckys trembling hand slid over his, You dont find me attractive? Martys brow wrinkled, he stared into her face,
Its nothing personal, youre just not my type. I do enjoy being your friend; theres plenty of guys whod be interested in you otherwise.
Becky puffed up her cheeks; I enjoy being your buddy too. I just, you know? lack male companionship.
Marty hopped off Beckys desk, Then come gambling with us tonight. Maybe youll meet someone?
Becky walked around the desk, her hefty bottom bouncing as she moved, Okay, sure.
Marty escorted Becky to the door; Ill give you a lift to the diner. Marty held the door open for Becky,
What a gentleman!, she giggled. Some guys were still opening doors for her.
FINIS
Becky opened her eyes and discovered herself behind a desk in a cluttered office. A dismal, dreary establishment where the paint was cracking on the wall and a couple of cheap fans instead of air conditioning. Second hand furniture, dirty carpeting and newspapers flung around in slipshod fashion. Her diploma was hung on the wall besides her desk, though it appeared tacky being fastened with duct tape. Hard at work in a cubicle towards the back were a couple of her associates.
Becky reached over and grabbed her compact out of her gaudy vinyl gold colored purse to check on her appearance, needless to say, nothing had changed. Even her clothes and bloated body remained unchanged. Her soft potbelly got in the way as she leaned over to grab a donut out of a box that was located on the far side of her desk. Now a creature of habit, she took a hearty bite out of the donut as if it had always been her nature.
The ringing of the phone prompted Becky to answer as she nibbled, Good afternoon.....attorney at ....I mean....Marx and Kaufman, attorneys at law, this is Becky, how may I help you?
The door of the legal office opened, a rather bronzed skinned young lady entered followed by a stereotypical Guido variety of male. Becky was in the middle of a phone conversation with a client, but she couldnt help to notice, the bonze beauty had the door opened for her.
The reason was obvious. From her wavy, long golden blond mane and gorgeous face, to her hourglass figure attired in an expensive blouse with corresponding skirt. Sheer cheesecake and she knew it. There was an audacious movement in her stride along with an aura of narcissism. Eye contact between Becky and the blond was made, though Becky continued speaking with the client.
The conversation was concerning the clients testimony relating to being a witness to a fight at some loser bar. All she had to do was to get his version of the story on tape. Becky rarely did anything challenging any more. Matter of fact it had been a solid nine months since she even entered a courthouse and that was only because the guy handling the case called in sick that day. Nothing special. Just some loan shark with unpaid parking tickets.
The Guido happened to be Mr. Jeffery H. Latsos. A senior member of the firm. His appearance rather resembled a slick car salesman and his principles were just as marred.
Jeffery took his time showing the babe around the office, then once Becky was off the phone, made the introductions. Vanessa, this is Becky. Becky, this is Ms. Pennington, the newest member of our team.
Bad enough Vanessa greeted Becky with a condescending ripple in her voice, but glanced over her like she was a check out girl at Easy Mart. Adding insult to injury, besides being introduced as Becky and Vanessa being referred to as Ms. Pennington, Jeffery remarked, Beckys our receptionist and usually runs the office.
Runs the office? If brewing coffee, vacuuming and answering the phones as well as numerous other insignificant tasks meant Becky ran the office, then it was a fact. The fact hat she was technically a member of the Nevada bar was of no consequence and seldom mentioned.
Im going to call out for lunch, be a sweetheart and pick it up, okay?, Jeffery instructed Becky.
Shes quite a gal, Jeffery told Vanessa, Im clueless what wed do without her. Feel free to call on her for anything you need.
As Jeffery escorted Vanessa to her cubicle, Becky grumbled to herself, Greasy weasel, didnt even ask if I wanted anything.
Unlike the previously vivacious Rebecca Sterling whom men would happily go out of there way to earn her favor, Becky Sterling was no longer the prize men sought. Girls like Becky never received special treatment. It was a bitter pill that Becky had to digest. She was now a member of the same league of females that she once looked down upon.
Over the five years spent at the shabby law office, Beckys behavior was distorted into the exact representation of her prejudice. Heavy females were unsophisticated and tacky to Rebeccas frame of mind. Thus had become Becky Sterling. Besides the excess amount of weight she put on, her environment and social status also played a factor.
Becky picked up her cheesy romance novel and whirled a strand of hair around her finger as she wide eyed consumed the insipid paperback. Beckys hair was now dyed blond. A cheap, bold shade of blond that was shaped into an inept bouffant hairstyle with perplexing overlong bangs. Her mane set in such a manner revealed her corpulent facial features.
Beckys chiseled features were now extremely bloated, rendering her swollen cheeks and a plump double chin. The tip of her nose expanded and there was an oily composition to her skin. Owing much to her newly acquired lifestyle, Becky wasnt frugal when it came to applying cosmetics. The eye shadow, mascara and lipstick was ostentatiously spread over her chubby face. Her plastic earrings, pink in color and spiral in shape, amplified her gaudy appearance.
There was nothing left of Rebecca Sterlings refinement and taste. Becky began nibbling on a bag of chips while waiting for Jeffery to summon her and fetch lunch. Wiping her greasy fingers on her apparel was now a part of her nature.
Becky had tons of clothes. Quantity before quality. Her closet was full of cheaply priced garments, clothes that she would have only worn at a Halloween party now were her everyday wardrobe. Beckys current attire consisted of a leopard skin top and black spandex slacks. The sleeveless top, a mixture of cotton and spandex, propelled her buxom bosom upwards while exposing her chunky upper arms and thick waist. Several large rolls circled her pulpy mid section, the biggest one lying upon her substantially spacious hips.
Likewise, Beckys spandex slacks meticulously detailed the increase of her post Vegas girth. Her potbelly had by now tripled in size, becoming rounder and fuller, completely circular in shape, complimenting the humongous derriere she had developed. Beckys posterior had mushroomed into an inflated bubble butt that pushed out over her ridiculously hefty thighs. Beckys thoroughly pear shaped figure, the effects of her fast food and almost continually snacking diet, had blossomed to a soft and tubby 255-pounds.
Though it was difficult at first, over time Becky accepted her weight and social status, her behavior adjusting to her environment. The former pretentious, svelte and successful attorney was barely a memory; without the acknowledgments and applauds she once received, Becky Sterling become conscious of her new identity.
The UPS employee who stepped into the seedy law office interrupted Beckys reading. Becky fluttered her eyes as she welcomed the gentleman,
Hello Marty, whats up? Beckys once dignified and assertive warble was replaced by a perky, high pitch tone.
Marty maneuvered his tall lanky body towards Beckys desk, The usual, thank goodness its Friday.
Marty was a nice young man, a few years younger than Becky , with short red hair and freckles over his youthful looking face. Becky giggled, Yeah, its been a long week.
Marty placed a few packages on Beckys desk, then handed her the clipboard, Were going gambling tonight, youre welcome to join us?
Becky had quite a crush on Marty; he was one of the few guys who actually noticed her. Becky smiled as she signed her name, then handed the clipboard back to Martin; Id love to tag a long, cept I cant afford to gamble.
Pushing over the gigantic bag of chips, Marty took a seat on Beckys desk, You cant make the rent again?
Becky pouted in such a manner, deep dimples developed in her chubby cheeks, Yeah, ever since my roommate got busted for shop lifting. Now I have to count the pennies to pay my electric bill.
Marty leaned over, Im surprised you havent called home and asked for help?
Beckys double chin expanded as she tilted her head, Im afraid Im all tapped out there. My parents refuse to send me another dollar.
Marty acknowledged Becky with a gesture of concern, then suggested, You could check with Barbie? From what I heard, since her old man moved out, shes looking for a roommate.
Becky crinkled her nose, I suppose I could? I aint never lived in a trailer before, arent they small?
Marty nodded, I guess, but youd get used to it.
Before Becky could reply, Jeffery wandered over, Okay Becky, our take out is ready, mind picking it up?
Becky nodded as Jeffery handed her a twenty, I ordered from Calhouns. Remember to bring me back the change.
Becky shook her head as Jeffery returned to Vanessa. Becky stood up, smiling at Marty, Would you want to give me a ride?
Marty eased his body off her desk, You know its against regulations for anyone to ride in my truck. Any way, Calhouns is only down the block; the exercise will do you good.
Becky rolled her eyes as she reached over and picked up her flamboyant neon pink colored purse,
You saying I need to lose weight?, she loudly giggled.
Marty swung his head, You know better than that.
Becky brought her well-fed body against Marty, flashing her eyes she smiled. Marty lifted her chin, a brief kiss ensued. His hands caressing her beefy upper arms, before breaking away. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, Marty nervously exhaled, I know where this is going, we have to stop.
Becky pouted, her body language revealing her dejection, Why dont you like me?
Marty jerked his head, forgoing eye contact, he focused on her disorderly desk, I like you Becky. Just not that way.
Beckys trembling hand slid over his, You dont find me attractive? Martys brow wrinkled, he stared into her face,
Its nothing personal, youre just not my type. I do enjoy being your friend; theres plenty of guys whod be interested in you otherwise.
Becky puffed up her cheeks; I enjoy being your buddy too. I just, you know? lack male companionship.
Marty hopped off Beckys desk, Then come gambling with us tonight. Maybe youll meet someone?
Becky walked around the desk, her hefty bottom bouncing as she moved, Okay, sure.
Marty escorted Becky to the door; Ill give you a lift to the diner. Marty held the door open for Becky,
What a gentleman!, she giggled. Some guys were still opening doors for her.
FINIS
