Authors Note: This is not so much a weight gain story as a plot line similar to that found on TV series such as Desperate Housewives, only this has a glamorous, overweight blonde as the leading lady - much like all my stories. If you follow the links illustrations are on my Deviantart site.
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Chapter 1
Monday morning, the Wichita Falls Enquirer office and the team of four reports sat drinking coffee. They were half way through their weekly meeting and were busy planning the week ahead. As the only paper in a mid sized Texas town it was the usual fare; weddings, obituaries, police busts and college/ high school sports. In terms of its national profile the Enquirer was backwater. It was the kind of paper you went to work for if you were young but had missed out on job at Dallas, Houston, Austin or San Antonio. Alternatively it was the kind of paper you worked until retirement.
Randy Browne, editor and photographer, was happy to retire at the Enquirer. Thirty nine years old and comfortably installed in the North Texas town he wasnt going anywhere.
its political season too drawled Randy.
Two other reporters looked down at their note pads. Politics in Wichita Falls was boring. The town voted 85% for McCain/ Palin in 2008 and local politics was firmly based in the Republican good ol boys network.
Weve got the District Commissioner up for grabs after old man Calkins went pop
I did his obituary chipped in Sandra Hall, a fifty year old lifer.
Whos the candidate?
Hank Hill, Coyotes all time best quarterback and he owns Hills Autoplex
Gotcha
I was going to do a photo shoot continued Randy get a shot of him and that wife of his. Man, shes got great tits
There plastic sniffed Sandra.
Fine with me
There was a silence as Randy jotted a note down in his pad. The note related to Debbie Hills breasts. Hed call the future District Commissioner and book in. It wasnt a big deal so hed take the copy for the story from the towns Republican party website. That was before the Enquirers newest, brightest reporter chipped in.
Whos the Democrat? said Skelley Hardman.
Who gives a darn?
I do!
Randy shook his head. Skelley was young, bright, ambitious and hotter than hell. Although shed never said it he knew she was disappointed to be working out in Wichita Falls. He also knew she was applying for every job at every big city paper she could. Which was okay with him. If she wanted to run with a go nowhere political story that was fine.
Tell ya what, the stories yours and you can find out
Fine
Remember, Hank Hill advertises with us every week
How should that affect the story? snapped Skelley.
Cos we all need a pay check
Skelley jotted some meaningless notes down on her bad. It irritated her how little interest anybody at the Enquirer had for actual news. All the team really cared about was high school football and advertising revenues. What chance did she have of attracting interest from a big city paper with those kind of stories?
Debbie Hill, meanwhile, had dropped her daughter off at school and was collecting her morning skinny caramel latte at the Starbucks drive thru. Taking her first sip of the sweet drink she pressed the gas peddle and steered her brand new Cadillac Escalade back out onto Kemp Boulevard. Glancing at her reflection in the rear view mirror Debbie smiled. She looked good.
Idly Debbie puzzled over what to do for the day. Married to a successful car dealer the blonde babe struggled to fill the time when her husband and children were away from the house. Soccer moms with a less wealthy husband might have thought about housework but Debbie had a cleaner in twice a week. So instead she looked down at her nails.
Ummm I could get my nails done
Then her big brown eyes rested on the envelope on the passenger seat. Her husband had given it to her that morning. Stopping at a red light she tried to remember what it was for. Biting her glossy lip Debbie struggled.
Ummm
The light turned green and she pulled forward. Next to her the army guy in the F-150 pick-up was checking her out. Debbie smiled smugly and pretended to ignore him. She liked guys checking her out when she was driving; they could see her picture perfect face but couldnt see how fat shed gotten.
Debbie bit her lip as she thought about her weight. Losing weight aged thirty nine was proving to be difficult. Then her big brown eyes rested on the cinnamon swirl. Temptation won over and the plump trophy wife took a bite.
Another red light and she stopped. The guy in the pick-up was gawking so hard he almost ran the red light. Once again Debbie smiled smugly and reached across for the envelope. Opening it the somewhat ditzy MILF remembered it was a pack to drop off at the Enquirers office. Something to do with Hanks political thing.
Ill get my nails done then Ill drop it off thought Debbie and that guys still checkin me out hes kinda cute too is he one of Dannys friends?
So it was 11am before Debbie Hill wiggled her way into the offices of the Enquirer. Wearing a top that gripped her saline boosted double D breasts like a second skin she turned heads. A pair of faded blue jeans clung equally tight around her juicy bubble butt, hips and thighs. Sat at his desk Randy didnt know where to look.
Mornin there Debbie
Hey Randy winked blondie.
Droppin these off for Hanks political thingy
Cool
Listening in Skelley looked up from her computer. Shed spent the morning searching for information about Hank Hill. There was plenty about him. Hank Thrill Hill was one of the top ten of all time high school quarterbacks in the state of Texas. Hed then enjoyed a decent college career at Texas Tech before a knee injury ended his NFL aspiration. After that hed headed back home and set up in business. Somewhere along the way hed also married his high school sweetheart, and former head cheerleader, Debra. His son Daniel was now a high school quarterback and his daughter had just won Little Miss Wichita Falls. Hank Hill, and his family, was a living breathing stereotype.
No doubt the plump, plastic looking blonde stood across the office was his trophy wife.
Mrs Hill? chirped Skelley.
Yeah
Im Skelley Hardman and Im covering the election, have you got a minute?
Pausing Debbie considered the young woman walked across the office. Her first response was a pang of insecurity; Skelley was a very cute. Honey blonde hair with an athletic figure she reminded Debbie that she was close to her fortieth birthday. Whilst Debbie was heavily made up, her face injected with all kinds of botox and collagen, Skelley wasnt even wearing any make-up. It was a natural look Debbie was no longer able to pull off.
Ummm
How do you feel about your husband running for District Commissioner?
Debbie blinked. It was the closest she could get to an expression with all the botox.
Its awesome
Whys that?
Never missing a beat Debbie continued, her best smile now firmly fixed across her face.
Because Hanks always been so successful an all. Hes like one of the top ranked quarterbacks ever, an I was head cheerleader
Was that when you met?
Sure was sugar. I was head cheerleader and prom queen. Hank was prom king. Were like a golden couple; everybody wants to be like us. Ya could do a story about that I reckon
Maybe
It was awesome cheerin for Hank when they won state; I guess Ive been his head cheerleader ever since
Skelley forced a smile this woman was insufferably smug. In Skelleys eyes, Debbie had a vacuous, obviously rehearsed smirk across her plastic face. Desperately Skelley wanted to fire a tough question across her bows, watch the smirk vanish and see her sink. But she couldnt Randy was listening in. That could come later.
So what do you think to Hanks political views?
I dont get into that sugar
Did you vote for Obama or McCain?
Brushing a strand of golden blonde hair over her shoulder Debbie never missed a beat.
I voted for Sarah
Yes, youre just the sort of idiot who would thought Skelley. Out loud she said.
So do you shoot moose like Sarah?
Debbie winked.
"Shoot mousse? Whaddya mean? Usually I just spray it on my hair and work it in a bit to get, ya know, a bit of extra volume goin'. The guys just love my big hair ya know, and my big... other things to
For a moment Skelley struggled to respond. This woman really was as dumb as she looked.
I meant moose like the animal
Oh, gotcha! No I dont shoot that kinda moose
Right
I gotta go
Twirling on her heels Debbie headed for the door. Stood in the middle of the office Skelley stood fuming. Everything about Debbie Hill got her blood boiling. A self satisfied, air headed, overweight, blonde bimbo finally the door closed behind her.
Damn shes a mighty fine piece of tits and ass chuckled Randy.
Shes barely got a brain
Dont reckon shes ever needed one of them
Golden couple! Give me a freakin break, shes married to a washed up football jock turned car salesman!
I went to high school with Hank and Debbie ya know
And shes got a fat ass!
Catty chucked Randy.
Arriving at Sheppard Air Force base First Lt. John Ranger, aka the army guy in the F-150 pick-up truck, couldnt get the blonde in the Escalade out of his head. There were plenty of hot MILFs in SUVs across the country (John had almost crashed many times to check them out) but this one was exceptional. The tinted windows stopped him seeing too much but what he liked he saw; the perfect glazed expression, long straight hair and the hint that she had a very large chest.
What you dreamin about? barked Major Temple.
Nothin sir
Temple frowned. He ran the MP office at the Sheppard base and in his opinion Ranger was a good officer. His two tours in Iraq clearly showed that. But he always seemed distracted. Like he was missing something; something like a woman.
Was it you nearly ran the red light this morning?
You saw that, sir?
Yeah, I was two cars back. Saw you checkin out that bimbo in the Escalade. Shes almost old enough to be your momma
You know her?
Sure do, Debbie Hill. Lives two blocks on from me. Shes married
Yes sir
To some dumb ass car dealer
Always the way sir
Damn right
Stepping into his office Ranger heard Temple strolling on down the corridor. Then his mind fixed back on the blonde. Then he remembered Temple had invited him over for a house party that Friday night. Just two blocks away from the blonde. Pivoting on his feet he stuck his head back round the door and shouted.
Major Temple?
Yeah
That house party, Ill be round
A ghost of a smile crossed Temples lips.
Just two blocks away he chuckled.
Yes sir!
Rising from his office chair Hank winced as a short, sharp jab of pain hit his right knee; a throwback to an injury that ended his football career. The pain was a daily reminder that instead of making his money running Hills Autoplex he could have been a multi-millionaire footballer in the NFL. Certainly his stats up to the injury were good. Maybe not the next Troy Aikman but sure as hell good enough to make it.
Pushing the thoughts from his mind he focused on the white Ford Taurus sedan that had pulled up outside the dealership. Hanks expert eye calculated the Taurus was close on ten years old and he could see a honey blonde head at the wheel. Probably the girl from the Enquirer he guessed small town newspapers didnt pay the big bucks.
Shes a babe said Hank to himself as he watched the girl get out.
Wearing a loose fitting pant suit she wasnt dressed to the nines but she had the kind of figure that got a mans attention. No older than twenty five the girl still had the firm figure of a girl who played a lot of sports back at college. Maybe even a cheerleader? Hank dwelled on that thought his wife still wore her uniform when she really wanted to turn him on.
Striding out he fixed his best smile and pushed past the dealership salesman as she stepped in.
Howdy there sweetie he boomed you must be Skelley?
Sure am returned Skelley, ignoring the sweetie comment.
Head on through to the office, Traci here will sort ya a coffee
Black or white? queried an overdone blonde trailing behind Hank.
Black
Sure thing I know what you want Hank winked Traci.
You bet
Skelley watched Hanks gaze as the blonde wiggled away; it was focused on a somewhat larger than it should be bubble butt. Irritated Skelley felt a jealousy pang. Hank Hill was a damn good looking man, in an older ex-jock kind of way, and he was focusing on his tarty, chubby little receptionist.
Eventually they made it to Hank Hills office. It was spacious and overlooked the main dealership. Outside was a view of I-44, the massive lot full of cars, trucks and SUVs. An oversized American flag, accompanied by the Lonestar flag of Texas, fluttered in the cold December wind.
So what can I do for ya? said Hank as he sat back down.
Im running the Enquirers reporting for the election and just wanted to get an idea of what you stand for
I stand for lower taxes, more opportunities for small business, more jobs and a new stadium for the Coyotes
Skelley nodded typical political crap. Hank Hill stood for getting himself elected. Like many reporters Skelley ignored the taxes, small businesses and jobs; instead focusing on high school football.
You played for the Coyotes?
Sure did, got more throwing yards than anyone else. Coyotes won state that year
Thats a big deal round here?
Hank smiled.
I built a business round it
How come you didnt go to the NFL?
Played for Texas Tech, then got this damn knee training
Skelley nodded and smiled as he talked about his knee and settling back in his hometown. The man put a positive spin on it, but Skelley guessed the memory was almost as painful as the knee itself. Looking away from his captivating brown eyes she saw the family portrait on the desk. His wife had a perfectly vacuous, loving expression as she gazed up at her husband and Hank had his magic smile. Once again, Skelley found herself sucked into those eyes.
Noticing where her attention was directed Hank changed track.
Thats my wife Debbie, weve been married fifteen years and we got two kids, Danny and Savannah. Both real success stories. Dannys followin my footsteps and Savannahs just like a mini Debbie
Listening, Skelley jotted down notes as Hank explained what a family man he was. Everything, Hank told her, was about the family. After his monologue was complete Skelley popped the question.
So you love your wife?
For the first time the magic smile cracked and she got something genuine.
Sure as hell I do. Shes put up with a hell of a lot from me
Like what? rushed in Skelley.
Pausing, Hank held his tongue. This really wasnt the time or place to discuss his past transgressions. It might not help his family man image.
Nothing that need make its way into the paper
Skelley nodded he was fixing her with those chocolate brown eyes to make sure she got the point. Without saying anything she got the message. Breaking the stare Skelley looked at the portrait again; the plastic blonde bimbo in the picture definitely had her man.
The silence was broken as Traci appeared with the coffee.
I got yalls coffee the blonde drawled.
Awesome, put it over here Traci darlin
Sure thing Hank
Once again Skelley watched the man devour the blondes figure with his eyes. Traci put on a nice show of tits and ass whilst placing the coffee tray on the desk. No doubt he had a clear view down her low cut top at her considerable chest. Whats more he looked to be enjoying it. Married or not Hank Hill clearly had an eye for the ladies.
Just not me mused Skelley.
The rather bland interview concluded Hank led the honey blonde reporter out to the parking lot. He wouldnt stop himself checking out her cute little ass. Whilst she still had some toning about her body he could make out that little extra jiggle in her wiggle that was developing awesome!
You must be lookin for a new car?
I just finished college six months back responded Skelley, another insecurity pang running through her.
Hank fought the urge to ask if she was a cheerleader and instead continued with his plan.
We got a year old Mustang in a couple of days back, I could sort you somethin out on that. Youd look real good runnin round town
Ummm not sure I can afford it right now
Hank winked.
Ill get one of my guys to drop it off with ya this afternoon
But Hank, Ive got
You write a nice story about me in that there paper and I reckon you can afford it for the next month or so, no problem. In fact, come to think of it, it aint gonna cost anything
Skelley blinked.
Are you trying to bribe me, Hank?
You betcha
Biting her lip Skelley tried to think. He had fixed her with those eyes and had his magic smile across his face. Somehow such shamelessness was very attractive. Clearly Hank Hill did whatever he needed to get what he wanted. That was very attractive. Whats more a new Mustang would look good and Skelley liked to look good
Okay she whispered.
After dinner and a few glasses of wine with Major Temple and Mrs Temple, Lt. Ranger was driving back to his recently rented apartment. Instead of heading direct for the highway he cruised the sub division. It was quiet on a Friday evening so he didnt hope to discover where the blonde lived but extensive training as an MP gave him some powerful tools to guess where.
She drove a $60,000 SUV so it was one of the bigger houses. That took him over toward the east side of the sub-division where the 3,000 square foot houses stood. There was a line of six identical such homes. He guessed they qualified as a McMansion. As to which one the blonde lived in was anybodys guess. They were identical and, with it being 11.30pm, all the cars were in the garages.
But Ranger stopped, killed the motor and watched. Through his three years in the army hed staked out many a location. This was one of the more pleasant ones. He was unlikely to get shot or blown up. Thirty minutes sat watching wouldnt do any harm.
Nothing moved along the quiet residential street for close to ten minutes. Winter was setting in so folks stayed indoors no dog walkers or late night joggers. No pizza delivery; too late. Ranger felt himself shiver. Reaching across for the key he was about to give up when he hit paydirt.
The black Escalade was heading directly for him.
Its her he whispered to himself, eyes resting on the blonde head in the front passenger seat and him
Slouching down in his seat he watched as the SUV stopped outside number 2407. He waited for the garage door to buzz up. Instead the driver of the Escalade killed the motor. It was a two door garage so they obviously had another two vehicles in the household. There was a moments silence before the doors opened. Ranger held his breath and focused on the passenger side.
Here she comes
Ranger wasnt disappointed. In the past Ranger followed blondes hed randomly seen on the highway and been disappointed; they were flat chested, had no ass or were just decidedly average. This blonde was explosive. Just a quick glance at her profile showed off a real excess of curvature.
Not aware she was being watched Debbie just wanted to get from the warm interior of the SUV to the warm interior of her house as quickly as possible. So when she lowered herself down onto the driveway she didnt care too much that her skirt was riding up and showing off her lycra control pants. Indeed, she only tugged the hem back down when she was halfway round the Escalade. Ranger, however, saw it all.
Buzzing the window down he listened in.
Hank, you got the key?
Yeah
Im freezin my ass off here
That comment focused Rangers attention the blonde had quite an ass. It bulged out into a bulbous bubble and he could see why she needed lycra control pants to tame that thing. He smiled as he remembered the cinnamon swirl; blondie had an appetite.
Open the freakin door Hank
Quit ya bitchin
Im freezin
Ill get ya warmed up when we get upstairs
Woooooohoooooooooo!
Then the door opened. She stepped inside and the guy patted her behind. He followed her on in. No doubt what he had planned for the evening. Then the door closed for a moment and all was silent. Ranger watched lights turning on around number 2407. He gave it another five minutes and drove on.
Further along the street a red Mustang convertible was stopped. The lights and the engine were turned off. Ranger frowned; there was a girl sat at the wheel. Was she staking the Hill household out as well?
Chapter 2
Texas is always known for its sweltering hot summers but in early December it was cold. The temperature was barely over freezing when Debbie Hill lowered herself down from the heated cream leather seats of her SUV and wiggled her way across the parking lot towards the Starbucks. Because of the cold she was showing off far less of her herself than usual a thick coat gripped her curvy figure yet covered her double D breasts and her tightly cupped bubble butt. She looked cute rather than drop dead sexy. But it was better than freezing her ass off.
Hey there! chirped Debbie as she stepped inside, her big brown eyes fixing on the seated Skelley.
Hey Debbie!! What can I getcha?
Ummm Ill have a grande skinny caramel latte and ummmm a cinnamon swirl
Ill get it for ya
Watching the blonde unpeel herself from her coat Skelly smiled. For all her explosive curves Debbie Hill was on the plump side. Early in the morning she wasnt quite as dolled up as usual. Her skin tight pink top revealed a fat belly roll when she sat and her hips and ass seemed even bigger than last time.
I dont remember all that on show last time we met
Meanwhile Debbie was attracting attention from the men standing in line. They were a mix of office guys, guys heading off to work at Sheppard Air Force Base and retired guys watching the morning traffic flow. All seemed to have eyes for blondie. In fact those eyes seemed to focus on Debbies twin airbags that were almost popping the zipper on her top.
Mornin there Debbie
Hey Mister Browne
Lookin good Debra said another.
Thank you so much Jason
Read about you an Hank in the paper drawled an old man wearing a VFW cap he sure is one lucky guy
Why thats sweet Mister Walters, I sure think hes lucky too. You gonna vote for him?
You bet
Awesome!
Returning with the coffee and cinnamon swirl Skelley smiled; Debbie Hill was enjoying playing to the attention. There was clearly very little going on inside that pretty, golden blonde crowned head but she sure had perfected the all-American woman image. No doubt she would make a good politicians wife.
I want to say thank you soooooo much for that awesome story you wrote about me an Hank began Debbie everyones talkin about it
Just callin it like I see it lied Skelley, her eyes looking out of the window and resting on the red Mustang convertible. Driving that thing around sure made it hard to say anything bad about the Hills.
I just wanted to get to know ya continued Debbie what with ya been new to town an all. Ya thinkin of stickin around?
Sure am lied Skelley. She planned to stick around in the no account interior location just as long as it took to land a job on an East or West coast paper.
Me an Hank do a Christmas party every year and Id love for ya to come
Skelley nodded. Somehow she felt flattered that she was getting an invite. No doubt the Hills were part of the local in crowd. She also knew it was a chance to get close to Hank a man shed thought about almost every waking moment since the interview. Another wave of jealously ran through her the blonde sat opposite got to go to bed with him every night.
How come this fat assed bimbo got him?
Its fancy dress with a Christmas theme continued Debbie so ya gotta get dressed up
What are you dressing as?
Santas Little Helper chirped Debbie with a smile; it was a smile that showed of her double chin Hank loves that outfit.
More like Santas Chubby Helper thought Skelley.
Itd love to come to your party, Debbie
Awesome! Ill send ya an invite
The rest of the meeting passed quickly. Skelley had justified the time out as part of her reporting but rapidly discovered Debbie wasnt going to offer any insight into anything. Really the woman was as dumb as a box of rocks. Her conversation consisted of where best to get your hair and nails done in town, how much money her husband made and what a total success her kids were.
Eventually Skelley excused herself and headed back to the office. Driving the Mustang along Kemp Boulevard she couldnt help noticing guys gazing at the girl in the cool car. Frustratingly she noticed they didnt hold the gaze. She was prepared to bet they held their gaze with Debbie Hill. Hell, that blonde had probably caused crashes driving along Kemp. Instinctively she grabbed her cell and punched in Debbies number. Blondie answered on the third ring.
Hey Skelley!
Debbie, whats the name of that salon?
Ummmm Zizzys. Ill text ya the number
Thanks
Sure thing
Wowaahhaaaaa shouted Randy as Skelley stepped back into the office what the hell happened to you?
I got my hair done
Thats for dang sure
Randy tried not to gawk too shamelessly; guys had been sued for less. But it was hard not to look. Skelleys previously uninspiring honey blonde hair had been replaced by a mesh of platinum blonde extensions. It was a striking change.
You took all morning off to get your hair done? barked Sandra from across the office.
Yep
You gonna pay her for that Randy?
He gulped. Randy wasnt a brave man and he was now caught in a cross fire, both women were daring him to take a side. Looking as hot as Skelley did he knew which side he was going to take if he needed to, But Randy saw a potential third way.
Ummmm werent you interviewing Debbie Hill at the salon?
Yeah
I guess you got it done with her, part of the interview?
You got it nodded Skelley.
Bullshit hissed Sandra.
Good enough for me
Seriously Randy! She just took the morning off to get hair done barked Sandra.
Its called building a relationship for the interview countered Skelley besides, I think I look kinda hot as a platinum blonde, dont you agree Randy?
Oh yeah!
Be careful or youll end up like Debbie Hill warned Sandra.
Better than turning out like you
Why you little
Ladies!! Cool it
With Sandra silenced Skelley sat at her desk and thought a little more. All shed done was get her hair dyed blonde and filled with extensions and her boss had just waved off four hours out of the office like it never happened.
Hell, he even made up excuses for me!
Suddenly she was working on pretty girl time. Biting her lip Skelley wondered what Hank Hill would think of her new look. Maybe hell give me the Mustang for another month Reaching for her cell phone she keyed in a text to the man in questions wife.
The text read:
Hey Debbie, whats the place you get your nails done called?
Seconds later she got her response. Then flashing Randy a smile shed copied from the good Mrs Hill she booked an appointment. Like the loser he was there wasnt a word of protest. Sandra stormed out of the office for her lunch. After that Skelley booked another interview with Hank Hill.
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Chapter 1
Monday morning, the Wichita Falls Enquirer office and the team of four reports sat drinking coffee. They were half way through their weekly meeting and were busy planning the week ahead. As the only paper in a mid sized Texas town it was the usual fare; weddings, obituaries, police busts and college/ high school sports. In terms of its national profile the Enquirer was backwater. It was the kind of paper you went to work for if you were young but had missed out on job at Dallas, Houston, Austin or San Antonio. Alternatively it was the kind of paper you worked until retirement.
Randy Browne, editor and photographer, was happy to retire at the Enquirer. Thirty nine years old and comfortably installed in the North Texas town he wasnt going anywhere.
its political season too drawled Randy.
Two other reporters looked down at their note pads. Politics in Wichita Falls was boring. The town voted 85% for McCain/ Palin in 2008 and local politics was firmly based in the Republican good ol boys network.
Weve got the District Commissioner up for grabs after old man Calkins went pop
I did his obituary chipped in Sandra Hall, a fifty year old lifer.
Whos the candidate?
Hank Hill, Coyotes all time best quarterback and he owns Hills Autoplex
Gotcha
I was going to do a photo shoot continued Randy get a shot of him and that wife of his. Man, shes got great tits
There plastic sniffed Sandra.
Fine with me
There was a silence as Randy jotted a note down in his pad. The note related to Debbie Hills breasts. Hed call the future District Commissioner and book in. It wasnt a big deal so hed take the copy for the story from the towns Republican party website. That was before the Enquirers newest, brightest reporter chipped in.
Whos the Democrat? said Skelley Hardman.
Who gives a darn?
I do!
Randy shook his head. Skelley was young, bright, ambitious and hotter than hell. Although shed never said it he knew she was disappointed to be working out in Wichita Falls. He also knew she was applying for every job at every big city paper she could. Which was okay with him. If she wanted to run with a go nowhere political story that was fine.
Tell ya what, the stories yours and you can find out
Fine
Remember, Hank Hill advertises with us every week
How should that affect the story? snapped Skelley.
Cos we all need a pay check
Skelley jotted some meaningless notes down on her bad. It irritated her how little interest anybody at the Enquirer had for actual news. All the team really cared about was high school football and advertising revenues. What chance did she have of attracting interest from a big city paper with those kind of stories?
Debbie Hill, meanwhile, had dropped her daughter off at school and was collecting her morning skinny caramel latte at the Starbucks drive thru. Taking her first sip of the sweet drink she pressed the gas peddle and steered her brand new Cadillac Escalade back out onto Kemp Boulevard. Glancing at her reflection in the rear view mirror Debbie smiled. She looked good.
Idly Debbie puzzled over what to do for the day. Married to a successful car dealer the blonde babe struggled to fill the time when her husband and children were away from the house. Soccer moms with a less wealthy husband might have thought about housework but Debbie had a cleaner in twice a week. So instead she looked down at her nails.
Ummm I could get my nails done
Then her big brown eyes rested on the envelope on the passenger seat. Her husband had given it to her that morning. Stopping at a red light she tried to remember what it was for. Biting her glossy lip Debbie struggled.
Ummm
The light turned green and she pulled forward. Next to her the army guy in the F-150 pick-up was checking her out. Debbie smiled smugly and pretended to ignore him. She liked guys checking her out when she was driving; they could see her picture perfect face but couldnt see how fat shed gotten.
Debbie bit her lip as she thought about her weight. Losing weight aged thirty nine was proving to be difficult. Then her big brown eyes rested on the cinnamon swirl. Temptation won over and the plump trophy wife took a bite.
Another red light and she stopped. The guy in the pick-up was gawking so hard he almost ran the red light. Once again Debbie smiled smugly and reached across for the envelope. Opening it the somewhat ditzy MILF remembered it was a pack to drop off at the Enquirers office. Something to do with Hanks political thing.
Ill get my nails done then Ill drop it off thought Debbie and that guys still checkin me out hes kinda cute too is he one of Dannys friends?
So it was 11am before Debbie Hill wiggled her way into the offices of the Enquirer. Wearing a top that gripped her saline boosted double D breasts like a second skin she turned heads. A pair of faded blue jeans clung equally tight around her juicy bubble butt, hips and thighs. Sat at his desk Randy didnt know where to look.
Mornin there Debbie
Hey Randy winked blondie.
Droppin these off for Hanks political thingy
Cool
Listening in Skelley looked up from her computer. Shed spent the morning searching for information about Hank Hill. There was plenty about him. Hank Thrill Hill was one of the top ten of all time high school quarterbacks in the state of Texas. Hed then enjoyed a decent college career at Texas Tech before a knee injury ended his NFL aspiration. After that hed headed back home and set up in business. Somewhere along the way hed also married his high school sweetheart, and former head cheerleader, Debra. His son Daniel was now a high school quarterback and his daughter had just won Little Miss Wichita Falls. Hank Hill, and his family, was a living breathing stereotype.
No doubt the plump, plastic looking blonde stood across the office was his trophy wife.
Mrs Hill? chirped Skelley.
Yeah
Im Skelley Hardman and Im covering the election, have you got a minute?
Pausing Debbie considered the young woman walked across the office. Her first response was a pang of insecurity; Skelley was a very cute. Honey blonde hair with an athletic figure she reminded Debbie that she was close to her fortieth birthday. Whilst Debbie was heavily made up, her face injected with all kinds of botox and collagen, Skelley wasnt even wearing any make-up. It was a natural look Debbie was no longer able to pull off.
Ummm
How do you feel about your husband running for District Commissioner?
Debbie blinked. It was the closest she could get to an expression with all the botox.
Its awesome
Whys that?
Never missing a beat Debbie continued, her best smile now firmly fixed across her face.
Because Hanks always been so successful an all. Hes like one of the top ranked quarterbacks ever, an I was head cheerleader
Was that when you met?
Sure was sugar. I was head cheerleader and prom queen. Hank was prom king. Were like a golden couple; everybody wants to be like us. Ya could do a story about that I reckon
Maybe
It was awesome cheerin for Hank when they won state; I guess Ive been his head cheerleader ever since
Skelley forced a smile this woman was insufferably smug. In Skelleys eyes, Debbie had a vacuous, obviously rehearsed smirk across her plastic face. Desperately Skelley wanted to fire a tough question across her bows, watch the smirk vanish and see her sink. But she couldnt Randy was listening in. That could come later.
So what do you think to Hanks political views?
I dont get into that sugar
Did you vote for Obama or McCain?
Brushing a strand of golden blonde hair over her shoulder Debbie never missed a beat.
I voted for Sarah
Yes, youre just the sort of idiot who would thought Skelley. Out loud she said.
So do you shoot moose like Sarah?
Debbie winked.
"Shoot mousse? Whaddya mean? Usually I just spray it on my hair and work it in a bit to get, ya know, a bit of extra volume goin'. The guys just love my big hair ya know, and my big... other things to
For a moment Skelley struggled to respond. This woman really was as dumb as she looked.
I meant moose like the animal
Oh, gotcha! No I dont shoot that kinda moose
Right
I gotta go
Twirling on her heels Debbie headed for the door. Stood in the middle of the office Skelley stood fuming. Everything about Debbie Hill got her blood boiling. A self satisfied, air headed, overweight, blonde bimbo finally the door closed behind her.
Damn shes a mighty fine piece of tits and ass chuckled Randy.
Shes barely got a brain
Dont reckon shes ever needed one of them
Golden couple! Give me a freakin break, shes married to a washed up football jock turned car salesman!
I went to high school with Hank and Debbie ya know
And shes got a fat ass!
Catty chucked Randy.
Arriving at Sheppard Air Force base First Lt. John Ranger, aka the army guy in the F-150 pick-up truck, couldnt get the blonde in the Escalade out of his head. There were plenty of hot MILFs in SUVs across the country (John had almost crashed many times to check them out) but this one was exceptional. The tinted windows stopped him seeing too much but what he liked he saw; the perfect glazed expression, long straight hair and the hint that she had a very large chest.
What you dreamin about? barked Major Temple.
Nothin sir
Temple frowned. He ran the MP office at the Sheppard base and in his opinion Ranger was a good officer. His two tours in Iraq clearly showed that. But he always seemed distracted. Like he was missing something; something like a woman.
Was it you nearly ran the red light this morning?
You saw that, sir?
Yeah, I was two cars back. Saw you checkin out that bimbo in the Escalade. Shes almost old enough to be your momma
You know her?
Sure do, Debbie Hill. Lives two blocks on from me. Shes married
Yes sir
To some dumb ass car dealer
Always the way sir
Damn right
Stepping into his office Ranger heard Temple strolling on down the corridor. Then his mind fixed back on the blonde. Then he remembered Temple had invited him over for a house party that Friday night. Just two blocks away from the blonde. Pivoting on his feet he stuck his head back round the door and shouted.
Major Temple?
Yeah
That house party, Ill be round
A ghost of a smile crossed Temples lips.
Just two blocks away he chuckled.
Yes sir!
Rising from his office chair Hank winced as a short, sharp jab of pain hit his right knee; a throwback to an injury that ended his football career. The pain was a daily reminder that instead of making his money running Hills Autoplex he could have been a multi-millionaire footballer in the NFL. Certainly his stats up to the injury were good. Maybe not the next Troy Aikman but sure as hell good enough to make it.
Pushing the thoughts from his mind he focused on the white Ford Taurus sedan that had pulled up outside the dealership. Hanks expert eye calculated the Taurus was close on ten years old and he could see a honey blonde head at the wheel. Probably the girl from the Enquirer he guessed small town newspapers didnt pay the big bucks.
Shes a babe said Hank to himself as he watched the girl get out.
Wearing a loose fitting pant suit she wasnt dressed to the nines but she had the kind of figure that got a mans attention. No older than twenty five the girl still had the firm figure of a girl who played a lot of sports back at college. Maybe even a cheerleader? Hank dwelled on that thought his wife still wore her uniform when she really wanted to turn him on.
Striding out he fixed his best smile and pushed past the dealership salesman as she stepped in.
Howdy there sweetie he boomed you must be Skelley?
Sure am returned Skelley, ignoring the sweetie comment.
Head on through to the office, Traci here will sort ya a coffee
Black or white? queried an overdone blonde trailing behind Hank.
Black
Sure thing I know what you want Hank winked Traci.
You bet
Skelley watched Hanks gaze as the blonde wiggled away; it was focused on a somewhat larger than it should be bubble butt. Irritated Skelley felt a jealousy pang. Hank Hill was a damn good looking man, in an older ex-jock kind of way, and he was focusing on his tarty, chubby little receptionist.
Eventually they made it to Hank Hills office. It was spacious and overlooked the main dealership. Outside was a view of I-44, the massive lot full of cars, trucks and SUVs. An oversized American flag, accompanied by the Lonestar flag of Texas, fluttered in the cold December wind.
So what can I do for ya? said Hank as he sat back down.
Im running the Enquirers reporting for the election and just wanted to get an idea of what you stand for
I stand for lower taxes, more opportunities for small business, more jobs and a new stadium for the Coyotes
Skelley nodded typical political crap. Hank Hill stood for getting himself elected. Like many reporters Skelley ignored the taxes, small businesses and jobs; instead focusing on high school football.
You played for the Coyotes?
Sure did, got more throwing yards than anyone else. Coyotes won state that year
Thats a big deal round here?
Hank smiled.
I built a business round it
How come you didnt go to the NFL?
Played for Texas Tech, then got this damn knee training
Skelley nodded and smiled as he talked about his knee and settling back in his hometown. The man put a positive spin on it, but Skelley guessed the memory was almost as painful as the knee itself. Looking away from his captivating brown eyes she saw the family portrait on the desk. His wife had a perfectly vacuous, loving expression as she gazed up at her husband and Hank had his magic smile. Once again, Skelley found herself sucked into those eyes.
Noticing where her attention was directed Hank changed track.
Thats my wife Debbie, weve been married fifteen years and we got two kids, Danny and Savannah. Both real success stories. Dannys followin my footsteps and Savannahs just like a mini Debbie
Listening, Skelley jotted down notes as Hank explained what a family man he was. Everything, Hank told her, was about the family. After his monologue was complete Skelley popped the question.
So you love your wife?
For the first time the magic smile cracked and she got something genuine.
Sure as hell I do. Shes put up with a hell of a lot from me
Like what? rushed in Skelley.
Pausing, Hank held his tongue. This really wasnt the time or place to discuss his past transgressions. It might not help his family man image.
Nothing that need make its way into the paper
Skelley nodded he was fixing her with those chocolate brown eyes to make sure she got the point. Without saying anything she got the message. Breaking the stare Skelley looked at the portrait again; the plastic blonde bimbo in the picture definitely had her man.
The silence was broken as Traci appeared with the coffee.
I got yalls coffee the blonde drawled.
Awesome, put it over here Traci darlin
Sure thing Hank
Once again Skelley watched the man devour the blondes figure with his eyes. Traci put on a nice show of tits and ass whilst placing the coffee tray on the desk. No doubt he had a clear view down her low cut top at her considerable chest. Whats more he looked to be enjoying it. Married or not Hank Hill clearly had an eye for the ladies.
Just not me mused Skelley.
The rather bland interview concluded Hank led the honey blonde reporter out to the parking lot. He wouldnt stop himself checking out her cute little ass. Whilst she still had some toning about her body he could make out that little extra jiggle in her wiggle that was developing awesome!
You must be lookin for a new car?
I just finished college six months back responded Skelley, another insecurity pang running through her.
Hank fought the urge to ask if she was a cheerleader and instead continued with his plan.
We got a year old Mustang in a couple of days back, I could sort you somethin out on that. Youd look real good runnin round town
Ummm not sure I can afford it right now
Hank winked.
Ill get one of my guys to drop it off with ya this afternoon
But Hank, Ive got
You write a nice story about me in that there paper and I reckon you can afford it for the next month or so, no problem. In fact, come to think of it, it aint gonna cost anything
Skelley blinked.
Are you trying to bribe me, Hank?
You betcha
Biting her lip Skelley tried to think. He had fixed her with those eyes and had his magic smile across his face. Somehow such shamelessness was very attractive. Clearly Hank Hill did whatever he needed to get what he wanted. That was very attractive. Whats more a new Mustang would look good and Skelley liked to look good
Okay she whispered.
After dinner and a few glasses of wine with Major Temple and Mrs Temple, Lt. Ranger was driving back to his recently rented apartment. Instead of heading direct for the highway he cruised the sub division. It was quiet on a Friday evening so he didnt hope to discover where the blonde lived but extensive training as an MP gave him some powerful tools to guess where.
She drove a $60,000 SUV so it was one of the bigger houses. That took him over toward the east side of the sub-division where the 3,000 square foot houses stood. There was a line of six identical such homes. He guessed they qualified as a McMansion. As to which one the blonde lived in was anybodys guess. They were identical and, with it being 11.30pm, all the cars were in the garages.
But Ranger stopped, killed the motor and watched. Through his three years in the army hed staked out many a location. This was one of the more pleasant ones. He was unlikely to get shot or blown up. Thirty minutes sat watching wouldnt do any harm.
Nothing moved along the quiet residential street for close to ten minutes. Winter was setting in so folks stayed indoors no dog walkers or late night joggers. No pizza delivery; too late. Ranger felt himself shiver. Reaching across for the key he was about to give up when he hit paydirt.
The black Escalade was heading directly for him.
Its her he whispered to himself, eyes resting on the blonde head in the front passenger seat and him
Slouching down in his seat he watched as the SUV stopped outside number 2407. He waited for the garage door to buzz up. Instead the driver of the Escalade killed the motor. It was a two door garage so they obviously had another two vehicles in the household. There was a moments silence before the doors opened. Ranger held his breath and focused on the passenger side.
Here she comes
Ranger wasnt disappointed. In the past Ranger followed blondes hed randomly seen on the highway and been disappointed; they were flat chested, had no ass or were just decidedly average. This blonde was explosive. Just a quick glance at her profile showed off a real excess of curvature.
Not aware she was being watched Debbie just wanted to get from the warm interior of the SUV to the warm interior of her house as quickly as possible. So when she lowered herself down onto the driveway she didnt care too much that her skirt was riding up and showing off her lycra control pants. Indeed, she only tugged the hem back down when she was halfway round the Escalade. Ranger, however, saw it all.
Buzzing the window down he listened in.
Hank, you got the key?
Yeah
Im freezin my ass off here
That comment focused Rangers attention the blonde had quite an ass. It bulged out into a bulbous bubble and he could see why she needed lycra control pants to tame that thing. He smiled as he remembered the cinnamon swirl; blondie had an appetite.
Open the freakin door Hank
Quit ya bitchin
Im freezin
Ill get ya warmed up when we get upstairs
Woooooohoooooooooo!
Then the door opened. She stepped inside and the guy patted her behind. He followed her on in. No doubt what he had planned for the evening. Then the door closed for a moment and all was silent. Ranger watched lights turning on around number 2407. He gave it another five minutes and drove on.
Further along the street a red Mustang convertible was stopped. The lights and the engine were turned off. Ranger frowned; there was a girl sat at the wheel. Was she staking the Hill household out as well?
Chapter 2
Texas is always known for its sweltering hot summers but in early December it was cold. The temperature was barely over freezing when Debbie Hill lowered herself down from the heated cream leather seats of her SUV and wiggled her way across the parking lot towards the Starbucks. Because of the cold she was showing off far less of her herself than usual a thick coat gripped her curvy figure yet covered her double D breasts and her tightly cupped bubble butt. She looked cute rather than drop dead sexy. But it was better than freezing her ass off.
Hey there! chirped Debbie as she stepped inside, her big brown eyes fixing on the seated Skelley.
Hey Debbie!! What can I getcha?
Ummm Ill have a grande skinny caramel latte and ummmm a cinnamon swirl
Ill get it for ya
Watching the blonde unpeel herself from her coat Skelly smiled. For all her explosive curves Debbie Hill was on the plump side. Early in the morning she wasnt quite as dolled up as usual. Her skin tight pink top revealed a fat belly roll when she sat and her hips and ass seemed even bigger than last time.
I dont remember all that on show last time we met
Meanwhile Debbie was attracting attention from the men standing in line. They were a mix of office guys, guys heading off to work at Sheppard Air Force Base and retired guys watching the morning traffic flow. All seemed to have eyes for blondie. In fact those eyes seemed to focus on Debbies twin airbags that were almost popping the zipper on her top.
Mornin there Debbie
Hey Mister Browne
Lookin good Debra said another.
Thank you so much Jason
Read about you an Hank in the paper drawled an old man wearing a VFW cap he sure is one lucky guy
Why thats sweet Mister Walters, I sure think hes lucky too. You gonna vote for him?
You bet
Awesome!
Returning with the coffee and cinnamon swirl Skelley smiled; Debbie Hill was enjoying playing to the attention. There was clearly very little going on inside that pretty, golden blonde crowned head but she sure had perfected the all-American woman image. No doubt she would make a good politicians wife.
I want to say thank you soooooo much for that awesome story you wrote about me an Hank began Debbie everyones talkin about it
Just callin it like I see it lied Skelley, her eyes looking out of the window and resting on the red Mustang convertible. Driving that thing around sure made it hard to say anything bad about the Hills.
I just wanted to get to know ya continued Debbie what with ya been new to town an all. Ya thinkin of stickin around?
Sure am lied Skelley. She planned to stick around in the no account interior location just as long as it took to land a job on an East or West coast paper.
Me an Hank do a Christmas party every year and Id love for ya to come
Skelley nodded. Somehow she felt flattered that she was getting an invite. No doubt the Hills were part of the local in crowd. She also knew it was a chance to get close to Hank a man shed thought about almost every waking moment since the interview. Another wave of jealously ran through her the blonde sat opposite got to go to bed with him every night.
How come this fat assed bimbo got him?
Its fancy dress with a Christmas theme continued Debbie so ya gotta get dressed up
What are you dressing as?
Santas Little Helper chirped Debbie with a smile; it was a smile that showed of her double chin Hank loves that outfit.
More like Santas Chubby Helper thought Skelley.
Itd love to come to your party, Debbie
Awesome! Ill send ya an invite
The rest of the meeting passed quickly. Skelley had justified the time out as part of her reporting but rapidly discovered Debbie wasnt going to offer any insight into anything. Really the woman was as dumb as a box of rocks. Her conversation consisted of where best to get your hair and nails done in town, how much money her husband made and what a total success her kids were.
Eventually Skelley excused herself and headed back to the office. Driving the Mustang along Kemp Boulevard she couldnt help noticing guys gazing at the girl in the cool car. Frustratingly she noticed they didnt hold the gaze. She was prepared to bet they held their gaze with Debbie Hill. Hell, that blonde had probably caused crashes driving along Kemp. Instinctively she grabbed her cell and punched in Debbies number. Blondie answered on the third ring.
Hey Skelley!
Debbie, whats the name of that salon?
Ummmm Zizzys. Ill text ya the number
Thanks
Sure thing
Wowaahhaaaaa shouted Randy as Skelley stepped back into the office what the hell happened to you?
I got my hair done
Thats for dang sure
Randy tried not to gawk too shamelessly; guys had been sued for less. But it was hard not to look. Skelleys previously uninspiring honey blonde hair had been replaced by a mesh of platinum blonde extensions. It was a striking change.
You took all morning off to get your hair done? barked Sandra from across the office.
Yep
You gonna pay her for that Randy?
He gulped. Randy wasnt a brave man and he was now caught in a cross fire, both women were daring him to take a side. Looking as hot as Skelley did he knew which side he was going to take if he needed to, But Randy saw a potential third way.
Ummmm werent you interviewing Debbie Hill at the salon?
Yeah
I guess you got it done with her, part of the interview?
You got it nodded Skelley.
Bullshit hissed Sandra.
Good enough for me
Seriously Randy! She just took the morning off to get hair done barked Sandra.
Its called building a relationship for the interview countered Skelley besides, I think I look kinda hot as a platinum blonde, dont you agree Randy?
Oh yeah!
Be careful or youll end up like Debbie Hill warned Sandra.
Better than turning out like you
Why you little
Ladies!! Cool it
With Sandra silenced Skelley sat at her desk and thought a little more. All shed done was get her hair dyed blonde and filled with extensions and her boss had just waved off four hours out of the office like it never happened.
Hell, he even made up excuses for me!
Suddenly she was working on pretty girl time. Biting her lip Skelley wondered what Hank Hill would think of her new look. Maybe hell give me the Mustang for another month Reaching for her cell phone she keyed in a text to the man in questions wife.
The text read:
Hey Debbie, whats the place you get your nails done called?
Seconds later she got her response. Then flashing Randy a smile shed copied from the good Mrs Hill she booked an appointment. Like the loser he was there wasnt a word of protest. Sandra stormed out of the office for her lunch. After that Skelley booked another interview with Hank Hill.
