by Matt L. » Sat Jul 15, 2017 1:38 pm
Keisha picked up Rebecca and happily gave her ride over to the cottage which now belonged to Tessie. Conversing as if they were legitimate relations, Rebecca feeling profusely enamored by Keisha’s kindness and allegiance.
“I wish you’d be over mo often, but it looks like you done moved in with Jasper”, Keisha told Rebecca, “But I suppose we hang out ever once a while.”
Rebecca tussled with the safety belt before giving Keisha her full attention, “Seems to be, Jasper likes having me around, sorry bout dat but we get together soon enough.”
“Jasper is the possessive type, lots of the guys in da ghetto are like that, as long as he is nice to you”, Keisha added, “You get used to it.”
Rebecca scratched her cheek, “Possessive? Um, the word sounds familiar, but what exactly you mean?”
“Controlling, overbearing, stuff like that”, Keisha chirped, “You ever been with a man like dat?”
“Not that I’z recollect”, Rebecca answered, “But I suppose Jasper means no harm, he be just look’n out fer me, making sure I happy.”
Keisha smiled and nodded, furtively checking out Rebecca’s figure which definitely revealed she was eating well. Yet, Keisha wanted to make sure that Jasper was treating Rebecca in a respectful manner and she politely inquired, “Jasper looking after ya, he’s like, accommodating to yo needs and thoughtful?”
“Oh yeah”, Rebecca stated with a funky grin, “I mean he is bossy and teases me once a while but other than dat, Jasper is powerfully sweet.”
Keisha giggled, “And how’s the sex?”
“Damn, Jasper is a real stud I swear bout dat!” Rebecca squeakily chuckled, “I ain’t never been with a guy like Jasper ever!”
“That’s a fine thing then!” Keisha stated.
Rebecca puffed up her cheeks and sighed, “Only thing, dat boy is hard up on me getting fatter. Honest, Keisha, ain’t I’z fat enough?”
Keisha briefly turned her eyes to Rebecca, studying as much of her figure as possible.
The colorful African style T-shirt Rebecca wore did indeed show off her bulging belly and buxom hooters. Rebecca’s upper arms were plump and taking on a spongy appearance, and her face was clearly pudgy.
“Well, Jasper likes his girls hefty; he does say yo pretty and stuff, right?”
Rebecca shook head, Keisha continued, “Then, sugar hips, yo have nothing to complain about. You ought be pleased that yer man has a fancy for large gals, you needn’t be worrying about yo size or shit, ol Jasper won’t hold back his affection neither. Count on that!”
Rebecca heaved a long sigh, “I reckon but I feel kind of dumpy being this weight, I ain’t never been this heavy fer sure.”
Keisha snapped back as an older sister would, “Stop yer fussing, only superficial white women worry bout their weight! It’s different for women of color.”
Rebecca lowered her eyes which settled over her tummy bulge, “Right, I try remembering that…”
“I don’t mean to get on ya so harsh but what it is, is what it is”, Keisha said, her mood lightening up, “Yer man desire yo porky, don’t fight it sista, relish in it!”
There was a pause in the conversation, Rebecca heavily pondering over Keisha’s advice.
“Yeah, you know with da appetite I got, Jasper gonna have his hands full I kin tell ya dat!”
Keisha tapped Rebecca’s knee, “That’s the idea, eat hearty and you’ll be treated fab-u-licious!”
The females buzzed in amusement as they drove out to the cottage, Keisha reminding Rebecca to call her when the excursion for the dress was completed and she would pick up her.
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Aniela chided Rebecca upon her arrival for being 15-minutes, then addressed her about the sloppy array of clothing. Besides the kitschy African American top, Rebecca’s slacks were of an obnoxious purple hue and decorated with zigzagging green and yellow stripes.
“I expected you to appear much more presentable”, Aniela curtly stated, “This isn’t a day washing the laundry, were going to a very prestigious clothing store.”
The slacks depicted the spongy condition of Rebecca lower belly bulge which had just began losing it’s battle with gravity as it slightly drooped downward in acute chubbiness.
“Why shit, Miss Aniela, didn’t nobody say we going to a prestigious store for da uniform!” Rebecca blurted.
“Of course we are, you silly thing!” Aniela half-smiled, “It’s an upscale clothing store for the help.”
Aniela began strolling to her car, gesturing with her hand for Rebecca to join her.
“Try not speaking too much at the shop, better yet, don’t talk at all”, Aniela smirked.
On route to the dress shop which catered to those employed in the service field, Aniela informed Rebecca that she was going for a physical as well.
“It’s over at the medical center, just the routine physical examination, do you remember the last time you saw a physician?”
“Nope! Can’t say I do but I be healthy all right…” Rebecca chirped.
Aniela wagged her head, “That remains to be seen.”
“Damn, girl!” Rebecca said rather huffily, “Does everything yo say have to be like, insulting?”
“I apologize if I offended you”, Aniela genuinely smiled but her voice reeked of snootiness, “However, I’m not a girl, I forbid you to address me that way. It’s Aniela, understand?”
“Right, ‘Aniela’, Rebecca deliberately emphasizing her name just to be a smart aleck, “I understand plain and simple.”
“Say, since we be out most part of da day, could we get sum lunch? I mean, I sort of get light headed if I don’t have sum-thing to munch on.”
Aniela nodded, “I suppose we could stop off at a Burger King or somewhere after the physical.”
Rebecca beamed an elated smile, “Fab-o-licious! Um, your treat?”
“Yes, Becky, my treat but I’m expecting you to behave yourself and utilize your best manners at both the dress shop and doctor office.”
“I’m not no moron, Aniela”, Rebecca whined, “Wish yo wouldn’t be talking a-down to me.”
Aniela reached over and turned on the radio, “Let’s listen to some relaxing music, shall we!”
Rebecca closed her eyes, angrily reflecting over her current status and if she would ever be able to salvage any part of her former life. Being fat, poor, black, a closet full of second hand clothes, employed as a maid, and treated in a derogatory manner.
At least she had her friend Keisha and naturally Jasper to help her through this. This brought some comfort to Rebecca who couldn’t imagine her life becoming any worse.
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“This is the employee?” The salesman inquired.
“Yes, Ms. Williams specified a certain style uniform for her, did you get the notice?”
The salesman was a middle-aged man, quite distinguished looking and pompous in attitude.
“Yes”, the salesman answered, and then snapped his fingers, “This way, Miss, we must have you fitted for the wardrobe.”
The trio sauntered into a spacious and elegantly designed private fitting room; Aniela took a seat on one of the velvet upholstered chairs and sipped on Champaign while Rebecca was professionally measured.
Hips, waist, bust, the whole nine yards, Rebecca giggling during the entire session due to the tape measure clasping and tightening against her gooey flab but likewise to combat the utter humiliation of being evaluated as a nondescript maid.
Once the process was completed the salesman conversed with Aniela off to the side and away from Rebecca.
“Would you care to look over the material?”
“No, that won’t be necessary”, Aniela replied, “Although you do understand that Ms. Williams wants the uniform to be a size too small. And also have the apron appropriately small in comparison.”
That was an odd request but the salesman agreed.
“She does have quite a problem concerning her belly weight; we have the best in line panty-girdles if you believe it compulsory.”
Aniela nixed the idea and offered an explanation, “That would be suitable but Ms. Williams wants her to be spilling out so to speak. I dare wonder why however Ms. Williams expects her to look rather dowdy.”
“The uniform’s light blue color will do the trick”, the salesman said softly, “It’ll expose her every pound.”
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From there it was to the clinic where Rebecca would get her physical. Aniela advising Rebecca on her appearance while at work.
“Fingernails are to be neat and trim and no polish, same thing with cosmetics. Your hair is expected to be in a professional style, perhaps a bun or tolerable braids. You’re to appear modest and unassuming.”
“Shit, Aniela, you making such a fuss about housework, who cares how’z I look!” Rebecca’s giggled, thoroughly insolent.
“Language!” Aniela chided Rebecca, “You’re not at home or in a tavern, try and speak civilized.”
Rebecca sneered at Aniela, keeping her thoughts to herself, “Yo think’n yer better than me coz yer manners and clothes, well once upon a time I ranked top turkey over yo woman!”
Aniela sighed, “You’re much to handle, Becky, I’ll try to understand you’re from a disadvantaged background and lacking proper education, as long as you work hard and obey I suppose we’ll get along.”
Rebecca sniffled, “Yes ma’am.”
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The nurse was far too perky for Rebecca to appreciate, and her beauty was a bitter reminder of how much she had changed.
“Okay, Becky”, She smiled sweetly, “May I call you, Becky?”
The nurse didn’t wait for Rebecca to reply and continued talking, “I’m going to take your blood pressure, temperature and have you weighed. Then doc will be administering the exam. That okay?”
The RN’s uniform snugly outlined her svelte hourglass form, curly blond hair with streaks of brown, her features intensely attractive.
Rebecca grunted an okay, giving her belly a generous rub to help aid her anxiety and envy.
Thing was, this cracker was genuinely nice, she wasn’t a phony, she seemed dedicated to her career and had not trace of bigotry. Somehow this irked Rebecca; she was that nice and decent.
Rebecca’s blood pressure was marginally high, her temperature normal.
Next up the nurse escorted Rebecca to the scale.
“I hate stepping on these things myself”, the nurse playfully addressed Rebecca, “Every time I weigh myself it’s a reminder to skip the second helpings.”
Rebecca grumbled to herself, “Shit, yo ain’t no cow…”
Rebecca closed her eyes as the nurse adjusted the bar on the scale, “Hmmmm, 194-pounds”, she said discreetly.
Rebecca stared off into space for moment as her weight registered in her head.
“You okay?” The nurse inquired.
Rebecca sniffled, “Uh, oh, um, yeah. Didn’t know…are you sure I be 194-pounds! Dat a lot.”
“The scale is accurate, Becky”, The nurse’s voice calm and somewhat empathetic, “If you’re uncomfortable about your weight, talk with the doctor about it.”
Rebecca shrugged her shoulders and grumbled, “Oh we can’t all be skinny can we.”
The nurse smiled, “I guess. Take a seat, Becky, the doctor will be in shortly.”
The doctor was an older man, balding white hair, grim look on his face, his attitude opposite of the nurse. Cold, and aloof, he treated Rebecca as if she was interrupting the gaiety of his afternoon.
The doctor poked and prodded Rebecca’s body, checking her out from top to bottom.
“You pregnant?” The doctor grumpily inquired.
Rebecca answered to the negative; the old sawbones merely looked over his glasses and smirked at her like she was especially dense.
“Best as I can tell you’re about as healthy as can be for a large girl”, the doctor unemotionally informed Rebecca then inappropriately wisecracked, “I would take it easy on the snacks and fried food unless you want to become heavier.”
Rebecca didn’t have enough self-esteem left to put the doctor in his place, uttering softly, “Yes sir.”
The doctor turned around, mentioning that he would send the nurse in to draw some blood, exiting the room without a respectful goodbye.
After Rebecca’s blood was drawn among other things, the nurse escorted Rebecca to the reception desk to schedule another appointment in two weeks to get the results.
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Aniela did treat Rebecca to a modest lunch, which scarcely made a dent in Rebecca’s appetite, and then called Keisha to pick her up at the cottage.
“Your uniform will be ready in another day or so, but be here at nine sharp tomorrow morning; I’ll personally supervise and instruct your assignments.”
Rebecca frowned, this was it, she was now officially demoted from socialite attorney to menial housekeeper.
“Yeah, okay, Aniela, whatever you say.”
It wasn’t hard for Aniela to notice Rebecca’s foul mood and she reprimanded her with a sugary smile, “You should be thankful Ms. Williams has hired you, from what I read unemployment is high for minorities and there’s a horrid socio-economical unbalance in the ghetto. Ms. Williams is giving you a choice and chance to climb out of poverty. When you’re next in the liberty of her company, you ought to thank her very kindly and work very, very hard for her.”
Rebecca basically wanted to either tell Aniela off or to reply sarcastically. She did neither; instead she forced a smile and submissively uttered, “Sure, Aniela. What’s ever you say.”
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A short while later Rebecca was at Keisha’s home where they satisfied their appetites on cheese sandwiches and pop tarts.
Naturally Rebecca harped about her experiences of the day, and at one point pulled up her T-shirt and exposed her chubby belly, sourly recollecting the doctor’s curiosity, “Do I look pregnant? Doctor thinks I do!”
Rebecca savagely bit off a chunk of her sandwich, slapping and then briskly rubbing her distended stomach, “This here is all fat, can’t he be dat stupid, this ain’t no momma belly, it’s a whopper alright but swollen in flab!”
“Easy, sugar hips!” Keisha gently laughed; “did they give ya a pregnancy test to make sure?”
Rebecca gobbled up the remainder of the sandwich, “Shit, I had blood test and I wuz made to pee in a plastic cup. But I swear I isn’t knocked up!”
“Maybe not but you have these gigantic boobs and open wide hips, you’re a baby producing momma…” Keisha said with a funky smile, “I sort of think if you are knocked up, all that fat is hiding the fact.”
Rebecca rolled her T-shirt back down, “You know how fat I be? I’z 194-pounds, never thought I’d be this tubby. Shit, damn, I’z turning into an enormous cow.”
“Da weight works fer ya, Becky! And Jasper I knows is crazy like shit bout yer body!”
Rebecca crinkled her nose, her double chin doubling in size, “Dat he do, glad somebody is pleased about my figure, it’s ballooning, ain’t it!”
Rebecca withdrew herself from the chair and strolled over to counter to make herself another sandwich, “Ain’t nu’thin I kin do about it neither.”
Rebecca visited with Keisha for a while longer, Keisha subsequently driving her back to Jasper’s home so she could properly make dinner for her man.
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