Dum Dum Queen: Nathan's female dum dum were-aykroyd persona from the 'dum dum were-aykroyd' universe, she is married to her master and is a were-aykroyd wife who is both Aykroydian and feminine, she is a buisnesswoman who works at a shop that specializes in transforming people into plus sized were-aykroyds via enchanted food (the store has a Stay Puft inspired mascot character that greets guests), despite being a 'dum dum' she is smarter than she looks and can be quite devious at times, she acts as somewhat of a nice equivalent to Vyvian Frohmeyer (the Christmas obsessed female were-aykroyd who is the wife of Vic Frohmeyer in the Dark Were-Aykroyd verse).
Mathilde finally found herself enjoying the spoils of her job. “WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!?” screamed a customer as she grabbed hold of her exposed belly and gave it a hard shake to emphasize both the size of her specific problem area and the size of her anger. “Looks like a pretty pudgy belly to me,” laughed Mathilde, practically having to fight falling out of her chair. The customer, when she walked in, had been tiny and lithe, the kind of woman who looked and walked like a dancer, most specifically like a prima ballerina. Now, standing in front of Mathilde, she was still quite short but far from lithe. While not growing in height, she had certainly grown in width. Every part of her body had chubbed up, especially from the middle down. Her previously pointe ready feet were now fat and flat, weighted down by the thunder of thick thighs that hoisted up a plump piece of an ass filled with juicy fat and paired with a wide set of hips enwrapped by matching love handles. And none of this
Downward Trend: Part 12 (WG) by kowlooner, literature
Literature
Downward Trend: Part 12 (WG)
Part 12
“Yeah, I don’t think I’m going to make it to the beach today, Amanda. It’s just too hot out,” said a dazed Nicole, speaking into her phone, while lazily laying on her couch in pair of sweat pants and deceptively tight American Eagle t-shirt.
“Too hot out!? Are you serious? I haven’t seen you in like a year. I want to hang out. We can scope out hot guys while we’re there.”
Nicole reached for another handful of Doritos and sighed. Her mouth was stained with an orange covered residue from the chips. There would be little doubt to the casual observer that she had been snacking for t