Jackson woke up in another dream-filled daze. He looked at his clock. 3 PM again. It was the good life of sleeping in late once again. With no worries in the world, Jackson didn't have to wake up too early as a 26-year old slacker.
Scratching his dirty self and opening his front door, he noticed a small, brown package with a note attached to it. He picked it up and brought it inside. Opening the envelope, it was another package by his mother, Brandy.
'Dear Jackson," it said, "I've included another check for you for $100,000, which should help your expenses again until the end of the year. I've also included some of my new famous cupcakes for you to try out. Don't have too many at once! Love, your mother,"
Jackson picked up the box and licked his lips as he closed the door.
"More money means a new beer run!" he thought as he shoved some cupcakes into his greedy mouth.
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At the main office of the Smother Snacks factory sat 48-year old Brandy, who had been running the successful brand ever since she was a young woman. With raven-hair, a busty build, chubby body and large butt, she very rarely had to buy her own food when her company made such goodness. She leaned back in her chair and relaxed her hips. PHHHHHHHFRT! Although she didn't use this rude habit in the public eye, she loved releasing her own gas to herself and filling up the factory with her gassy scent. Of course, anyone who complained on the job got the pink slip.
A knock came at the door as a young, blonde woman with glasses came in, named Erika. Slightly chubby as well, the assistant brought some paperwork into the office.
"This is the last of the day's reports, Brandy," she said, "You said there's something urgent you need to tell me?"
Brandy sighed, as she let loose a quick fart from herself, which Erika tried to ignore.
"Erika, I haven't told anyone this yet," she said, "But, at the end of the month, I'm retiring from this business and passing it on to a new generation,"
Erika gasped.
"But why?"
"I'm just tired of it, I guess," she said, "Been working nearly thirty long years without much of a break. I have enough money now as well to do what I want,"
"So what we'll we do for a replacement?"
"That's where things... get a little complicated," she said as she cleared her throat, "Okay, let me start. Jackson's gonna take over the company and---"
Erika scoffed.
"That loser? Has he even worked a day in his life?"
"Not really, but let me explain. First of all, in the current status he's in, being a young male slacker, there's no way he can run this company like me, right? But ever since I started this company, I always wanted to pass it down further into the family so I don't lose the legacy. I made the contract so if I pass it down to a family member, I also still get a small portion of money"
She got up with another small fart.
"Second, what I need to run this company is a strong, middle-aged, big woman like me. Someone who can command but can also enjoy the goods this company offers. There's no other type of person that can understand this company the same way I do. That is unless they're just like me, or even more than me. Which is why, this is gonna sound kinda weird Erika..."
Brandy took a gulp.
"....But, I'm gonna to turn my son into an older, fat woman to run the company,"
Erika blinked a few times.
"...You're pranking me, right?"
"I'm afraid I'm not," Brandy chuckled, "This is a serious plan I've had up my sleeves for a couple years now. The beginning stages will start soon,"
"...Okay, why? And how?"
"Like I said, Erika, I kill two birds with one stone. Passing it down the family tree but also finding the appropriate woman to take over. The how... is a little hard to explain. But I guarantee, as Jackson becomes more feminine, he... err, she will understand what exactly it takes to run Smother Snacks as a woman like me,"
"Brandy, I have to admit this plan is pretty wild, but I'm interested in seeing results!" Erika replied, "So, how will Jackson turn into an older woman?"
"It's simple Erika..."