by Matt L. » Tue Dec 22, 2015 10:32 am
3.
Over the next couple of days Jenna became accustomed to Dora and her children as well as her duties which weren’t all that complicated for an intelligent and physically fit young woman.
Jenna’s temperament was outgoing and cooperative and she tended to the children vigilantly.
The evening hours Jenna amused herself by chatting with Betsy over the phone as she walked around as much of the estate as possible or hide her nose in the text books and the various psychological manuals she brought along. Although occasionally Dora was able to coax Jenna in watching some TV with her. Jenna routinely went to bed early, not only due to her obligation in getting up with the children but after a while all that necessitated her success in child care began to exhaust her.
Dora had few rules but they were strict ones. No smoking at all, a directive that Jenna could completely understand and after all, she was meaning to quit anyway.
Bedtime was midnight sharp. Jenna had no problem obeying that rule either since she was quite tuckered out by the end of day because of the momentous energy it took watching the children and her chores.
Finally, Jenna couldn’t wear makeup. Jenna wasn’t exactly sure why other than Dora herself held steadfast to her natural look. No big deal either. It wasn’t like she was going out anywhere or entertaining a gentleman.
Jenna had a couple misgivings about the job but she logically ignored them for the better good.
Jenna was none too thrilled about being cooped up most of the day with the children no matter how much she liked them. Jenna likewise didn’t care for the amount of housework she was required to perform, and since Dora had a washing machine but no dryer, hanging the clothes out on the clothes line was getting rather tedious. Still she was being paid well and was able to save most of it.
And, Jenna missed her friends, especially Betsy. All the while in college she anxiously expected to socialize and be able to release some steam but all of it went down the drain once she took on the position of nanny.
True, Betsy affirmed she would eventually pop in for a visit, and Jenna even said that she might even journey over to see her. Albeit, on her days off Jenna was more inclined to simply lounge around the backyard pool or study.
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“Well now, Jenna, collect the children”, Dora sweetly hummed as she advanced over to the pool where Jenna was playing with her young family. “Lunch is ready!”
Jenna waved the children on, diligent in her effort of rounding up the children and bringing them over to the patio table. Jenna’s bikini was of a conventional style, a vivid - glittery shade of blue that showed off her slender figure. Jenna’s breasts were genuinely perky, mildly jiggling as she advanced forward; her literally lean thighs were of an athletic category which corresponded favorably to her firm oval shape posterior.
There was only one minor infraction to Jenna’s otherwise resplendent figure, a tiny, scarcely detectable pouch just a mere couple of inches below the bikini bottom waistline.
Jenna situated the children around the table, the youngest one in the adjoining high chair just as Dora arrived with the food. Jenna stepped aside for a brief moment to run a towel through her beautiful thick locks, then quickly covered her shapely figure in a sheer, rather short robe.
Jenna attended to the children all through lunch, Dora in attendance obviously lending a hand.
Macaroni salad, chopped up hot dogs and beans were in sufficient quantity.
Jenna nibbled on the smallest of rations, Dora inquired, “Not hungry, dear?”
Jenna crinkled her nose, “You’re an exquisite cook, don’t get me wrong but I’m really not a fan of macaroni salad.”
“What if I make you a couple grilled cheese sandwiches?” Dora pleasantly asked.
Jenna jerked back her head and buzzed with a wide smile, “If it isn’t any bother, sure. But just one will do it for me. Thanks!”
Dora happily prepared Jenna a grilled cheese sandwich along with some potato chips, the veteran housewife doting on Jenna as if she was one of her own.
Once lunch was over Jenna orchestrated the children’s nap time and then cleaned up the patio before washing the dishes. Jenna had just poured herself a cup of coffee when Dora ambled into the expansive kitchen.
“What’s left on your agenda for the afternoon?” Dora asked as she removed a can of cola out from the fridge.
Jenna rubbed her neck, “Well, if you don’t mind I was going to look through a few psychological journals while the kids are napping. Unless that is, you need something done.”
Jenna sipped her coffee in unison to Dora cracking opening the can of cola.
“You brainy girls are a new type of animal, I swear. Always reading and curious about matters us ordinary people never think about.”
Jenna leaned up against the kitchen counter, her smiling face radiant with sincerity, “I wouldn’t say that, Dora. I just want to achieve the best grades possible, other than that I suppose I’m just as ordinary as you in some ways.”
In some ways. Dora didn’t like the sound of that remark but maybe, she thought to herself, “Perhaps I’m being a bit too thin skinned.”
Dora guzzled a good portion of cola before continuing with the conversation.
“Anyhow, honey. I was going to settle myself in the family room, watch some TV, ’America’s Funniest Videos is on. I thought maybe you’d like to watch it with me.”
Jenna did appreciate Dora’s hospitality, and felt obligated since she was so very nice to her.
“Sure, okay”, Jenna replied between sips of coffee, “I can always read later tonight.”
Dora blissfully smiled as she escorted Jenna into the family room.
“You ever watch the show before? It’s a hoot!”
“I’ve seen it a few times”, Jenna grinned.
Arriving into the family room, Dora politely addressed Jenna, “You needn’t always have to drink coffee, honey. Help yourself to some cola, and I have plenty of snacks.”
Jenna lowered her shapely derriere unto the comfortable cushions of the couch, “Thanks, Dora, but I had a cola at lunch that’s about it for me today.”
Dora plopped down into the lazy-boy rocker, chuckling at Jenna’s remark, “Ohhhh! I notice you never have second helpings, and I thought my cooking didn’t agree with you. You’re on a diet!”
Jenna tilted her head, a gawky grinned filling out her alluring features, “Not really a diet but I’m kind of watching the calories.”
“Fiddle-faddle!”, Dora’s demeanor outright bubbly and explicitly candid, “You have a beautiful figure, a little snacking here and there won’t put you in a bigger dress size.”
Jenna acknowledged Dora with a modest smile but her eyes spoke volumes of her insecurity, “Probably not but I’m not taking any chances.”
“My weight began fluctuating in college and I’m still carrying a few extra pounds”, Jenna added with a nervous snicker, “It’s either being cautious or I’ll end up wearing Betsy’s old clothes.”
Dora tilted her head back just a tad. Even though Jenna’s comment was meant with humor was it a swipe at Betsy? Did Jenna construe Betsy as dumpy while heavy?
Dora simply masked her apprehensions with a funky laugh, “You’re being plain ridiculous!”
Dora engaged in a swig of her cola, charmingly smiling at Jenna while rubbing her impressively podgy belly, “A smart girl like you should know better, honey.”
Jenna regulated her position on the couch, her eyes zeroing in on Dora’s belly, and without prudence recklessly uttered, “You know, and don’t take this the wrong way, I’m sure you were the looker back in the day before you got_.”
Jenna stopped herself just in time, before saying something she would no doubt regret later.
Dora granted Jenna a sociable smile by way of a reply, “Oh, you’re so astute, I was.”
Dora’s double chin expanding sideways as her grin improved, “In fact I was the original belle of the ball round here during my courting years.”
“Ah, yes I sure was”, Dora sighed, “But you know how it goes. I married my sweetheart straight after high school graduation and, well your priorities change, and you know, children, wow, the children really hurt my figure, but I already got a bit pudgy nearly a year after the wedding.”
Jenna nodded, Dora continued with a happy sounding buzz, “But all in all I wouldn’t change a thing.”
Jenna was about to make an insightful remark when Dora sweetly yet confidently added, “And neither will you!”
“Pardon me?” Jenna blinked.
Dora tapped her belly, the volume of her voice increasing with blissful perception, “We all get fat, and no matter how stanch our intentions are to keep the weight off it’s going to happen. After a while you won’t mind it at all and neither will your man if you marry the right one like I did.”
Jenna softly giggle, flashing Dora an ambiguous smirk, she cheekily disagreed, “Becoming heavier might be typically expected for ladies here in Beluga Lake given the jaded environment and rural lifestyle but it’s very unlikely for women who express a need to progress in their careers and social class.”
Dora recognized a snotty remark when she heard one. “Jenna says she’s better than me and other gals of domestic stock!” the thought ricocheted through Dora’s mind.
Dora’ realized in her old school wisdom that making light of Jenna’s snide remark was the best alternative.
“Yes, honey!” Dora giggled, “You’re going to progress right out of that bikini and into a muumuu dress!”
Jenna giggled right back at Dora, making no other reply, although Dora facetiously meowed, “You might as well have a snack, baby, when you’re about thirty you’ll realize how pointless it was for you to diet!”
Nothing else was said on the subject, Dora and Jenna enjoyed the remainder of the day together in harmony.
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Just before Dora was going to bed she made tracks to Jenna’s room to say goodnight.
Jenna was lying in bed, thick in studying.
The females cordially addressed each other and briefly discussed Jenna’s chores for the next day.
Dora was about to return Jenna back her privacy and large textbooks when her eyes merged onto the bookcase.
“You know, if you ever get bored of reading psychology stuff, there are loads of romance books for entertainment reading. Help yourself.”
Jenna pushed back her wavy mane, “Thanks, Dora. I’m sort of mesmerized with what I’m reading now. I don’t mean to sound too shallow but I always felt those romance books were for frivolous teenage girls.”
Dora responded with her signature giggle, “I read them all the time!”
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The days went on, nothing too exceptional or exciting for Jenna but was getting the hang of her responsibilities and was enjoying them the best she could. Bedtime was becoming earlier, the children dragging her out more often then not despite her excellent physical condition.
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Betsy gently tapped on the door of the Wolt’s large imposing home. The grandeur of the house had always impressed Betsy, set as it was on a sweeping driveway and it always made her feel special whenever she visited.
As she waited for the door to open Betsy swiveled to her right and smiled at the beautiful manicured lawn and expertly trimmed hedges.
Finally a bright light illuminated the porch casting Betsy from the relative obscurity of the late evening sky into the starkness of light.
Moments later the door opened and Dora appeared.
“Oh I’m so glad you could make it”, Dora whispered with a happy smile as she opened the door wider.
Betsy quickly stepped into the large hallway, and with the sound of the large door closing behind her, she smiled back at Dora.
Dora’s idyllic smile still upon her face as she ushered Betsy into the small room to the right of the hall. The room was obviously used as a study, with a large wooden desk and green leather chair dominating the room. A computer and several books occupied the top of the desk along with a bronze pencil case which held numerous pencils.
“So where is she?”, asked Betsy nervously.
Dora perched herself on the edge of her desk, her billowing belly distending outward with a bit of curve. “Oh, she’s in bed, she’s exhausted. I told you those children would run you ragged if you let them.”
Betsy chuckled slightly as she remembered her conversation with Jenna a few days before when Jenna said it would be a piece of cake. “Not as easy as she thought”, Betsy muttered.
Dora confirmed Betsy’s remark with an ebullient sounding giggle.
“So what’d we have in store for our little hotty?” Dora added coldly.
Betsy shuffled nervously on the spot for a second, “Well …. Um, well …” the nervousness could be distinctively heard in her voice, “……. I don’t want her harmed of course”, Betsy finally uttered.
“Of course”, Dora agreed, “This isn’t what it’s about.”
Betsy dropped down on the comfortable looking couch next to the desk, “Well …as I said before …
I just want her to know what it’s like feeling loss. Jenna almost ruined my relationship with Kurt, and despite what she said to me, I know she started the whole sorry saga. She was flirting with Kurt long before I realized it. Making those cute remarks, enticing him with her looks….”
The brittle emotion in Betsy’s voice seeping through, “….She practically flung herself at Kurt, deliberately trying to sabotage my relationship, and undermining me.”
“Well, I think you’re right”, said Dora sensing Betsy’s pain, “Yes, she put her own priorities above your friendship. This little minx does need to be taught a lesson.”
Betsy nodded slowly as she relived some of the heated conversations she had with Kurt immediately after she found out about their dalliance.
“So”, stated Dora breaking Betsy’s daydream, “we need to have her feel your pain, not literally of course, something to remind her what good friends are like.”
Dora concluded her sentence with a scornful grin.
Betsy smiled back, “Yeah, that’s right. I want Jenna humiliated.”
Dora rattled off in a weird snicker, “humiliated you say, what does Jenna cherish most?”
“She loves her car and college is a big deal with her”, Betsy answered back, instantly realizing how poor her initial selections were.”
“A car she can replace in days!” Dora laughed. “No, we need something that will really hurt her.”
Betsy squinted, her delicate voice running through other items that Jenna treasured, “College is a big deal to her, and her clothes, she always has to be the best dressed.”
“Huh-huh, outstanding choices”, Dora agreed.
The name of Jenna’s high school beau, the only guy she actually had any real affection for rolled off Betsy’s lips, “Jake O’Hanlon…..”
Dora interjected, “What is it that you envy most about her? What is it that makes you feel inferior to Jenna that would inflict irreversible havoc on her? This is what she should lose.”
Betsy paused in thought, her head crammed with ideas.
Dora scratched her portly belly, her eyes flickering wildly, “Yes, think hard, Betsy.
I remember my older sister had a beautiful dress when we were small girls. Bright yellow with white daisy buttons down the front, how I loved the dress and she knew it. She would wear it every occasion she could, tease me because it was way to big for me. But one day when we were playing in the woods behind the house she snagged it on some wild brambles, and no matter what we did we couldn’t get her free. Finally our dad came out and he had to cut her out of the dress. Of course the dress was ruin and our mom had to throw it away. So you see I know what it is to feel envy.
So what does she have that you have always wanted?”
Betsy fumbled for words, “Well I ….I guess I always wanted to be the cute, sexy one, the popular girl, the one all the guys wanted to be with.”
Dora smiled, “Well you are popular and cute, and since losing all that weight, I’m positive most guys think you’re sexy.”
Betsy was flattered by Dora’s compliment and she blushed slightly, “Thanks.”
Heaving an extended sigh, Betsy added, “But Jenna is perfect. Perfect face, perfect hair, perfect figure. She’s the full package.”
Dora slid off the edge of the desk and moved toward Betsy, “Yes but without all those things she would be no better than you, right?”
Betsy folded her arms over her cleavage and reluctantly nodded.
“And Hell, even with all those things she’s not the woman you are”, Dora said honestly as she dropped onto the couch next to Betsy.
“I guess”, Betsy uttered, her eyes locking unto Dora’s eyes.
“ So we can’t hurt her, right sweet pea”, Dora established, initiating a nod from Betsy.
“So we have to go after something else, something she cherishes and would hate to lose, something that would strip away her pride.”
Betsy once again nodded in agreement. Dora paused as a plan was starting to formulate in her head, then she flashed Betsy a wily grin indicating that the seeds of a plan were being planted in her brain.
“You know….” Dora quietly started to say as her mind was preparing a scheme, “….she does look breathtaking gorgeous in a bikini, she was playing with the children by the pool, I’m just glad my husband’s away!” she concluded with a chuckle.
Betsy was still pondering over Dora’s previous question about what would Jenna miss most and she unthinkingly muttered, “Oh yeah, she has a killer body, for sure.”
Dora had finally hit on the ideal plan, and her smile grew wider, scandalous in detail as she set it out for Betsy, “Well her body wouldn’t be quite so killer if it was carrying a few extra pounds I bet!”
The words snapped Betsy back into the present and her face was the picture of concentration as Dora continued, “I mean, she can’t weigh more than 120-pounds, right?” she posed the question.
Betsy nodded, an incisive expression upon her pretty face, “Yeah, approximately 120-pounds I guess. But she told me for the first time in her life she needed to watch what she ate; she said she had gone up too around 130-pounds at one point, although she maintains she has it under control now.”
“Perfect!” Dora chirped, “I think we have our plan! Our little hottie is going to become a big fatty.”
The idea caused Betsy to smile but almost instantly she could see a problem, “Yeah that would be cool but she’d never let that happen. She’d leave way before plumping up, trust me I know her. Even if she put on 10-pounds, she’d lose it all and return from college even more spectacular looking.”
Dora giggled, “Don’t worry about! I’m not exactly sure how but she won’t be back in school when the next semester starts.”
Betsy’s eyes grew wider as the situation finally registered with her.
“College means a lot to Jenna, take that away from her too and she’ll have nothing to hold over my head like she’s better than me.”
Dora could see the delicious payback being played out in Betsy’s sparkling eyes.
“Oh yes, and so goes her exquisite wardrobe and bikini. Plain clothes and one piece bathing suits are her only option. Now this guy you mentioned. How’d he feel about Jenna fattening up?”
Betsy emitted a squeaky giggle, “You kidding! In high school he was a jerk to the heavy girls, even made a couple snide remarks about me, although whenever Jenna was around he’d act all sweet and stuff. Big phony.”
Betsy recovered her composure and assuredly answered, “I know for sure Jake wouldn’t regard Jenna as dating material, probably be embarrassed to be seen with her.”
Dora rocked her head back and forth, “That’s what we’re aiming for, really put her in her place if the guy she thinks most attractive find’s her undesirable.”
Betsy concurred with an additional thought, “Fantastic because she’s favors the popular type, handsome and rolling in cash, the type that usually don’t go for fat chicks.”
Dora couldn’t control her thoughts, blurting out loud, “She’d be hobbling round a territory unfamiliar, having to settle on guys she rejected for superficial reasons.”
“That bikini won’t look so hot on her when I’m finished”, Dora continued, “What do you think? 250, 260, somewhere around there? She should have an impressive big gut by then!” Dora coldly affirmed.
Betsy was shocked at first, but she soon started to engage in the conversation, “Wow! 260, really!”
Betsy adjusted her glasses, questioning unbelievably, “She’s never let herself get that big, and that’s big. I mean at my heaviest I was 265-pounds and I hated every minute of it. That would never happen to her.”
Dora’s smile decreased and then expanded into a large toothy grin, “Perfect! So you were 265-pounds, right?” she prompted Betsy.
Betsy nodded her head embarrassingly, “Yeah….”
“Then Jenna should be better than that, I say what about 270-pounds, that’ll serve her right.”
Betsy pondered Dora’s last comment with a smile, remembering how Jenna always commandeered center stage, and unintentional or not, regulated her to the background. If Jenna became that fat their roles would be reversed, and Betsy’s smile grew wider with the thought.
“You…. You mean…” Betsy snickered before Dora interrupted her, “Yes, she’s going to be five pounds heavier than you were. You’ll be known as the popular one, and Jenna will be your fat friend!”
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