You suddenly get pushed to the side, slamming your face against the wall, your body pinned with great force.
"Oh! I'm sorry!" called out a voice.
The voice belonged to an incredibly voluptuous dark haired lady with breasts the size of boulders and a backside almost twice as big. The woman towered seven feet tall making her six foot wide body look huge, but remarkably attractive. Oddly enough, she was one of the smaller ladies in the store. You were very fortunate.
The gargantuan woman tried her best to move in order to free you from the tight space she made. Gasping for air you fell to the ground looking up you could only see her great rotund belly and the incredibly massive breasts being held up by her scarlet red dress.
The woman adjusted herself to get a good look at you, finally realizing who you are.
"Oh! It's you." says the women with a distraught look, "Just the man I was hoping to find."
"Um... excuse me ma'am?" you chirp from the floor, "I-I'm very busy. M-may I help you?"
"You're Stan right?" the woman asked, "I am Rose. Rose Jennings. You're the man who sold this dress to me?"
You slowly got up from the floor, trying to remember her name.
"I'm sorry Ms. Jennings" you say, "But I have helped a lot of customers here. I honestly cannot remember you."
Without hesitation, Rose lifts you off the ground with her large arms, giving you quite a shock.
"Well, listen shorty!" she barked, "Forget everyone else! I need you. Now."
"What?! Hey!" you call out as she carries you back to a changing room. The room was empty with the exception of a large cushion on the floor.
"I had to be ready for a very important party." says Rose still clutching you in her vice grip, "I could not afford to miss it so I thought I came here to ask you to get me the perfect dress. And you gave me this!"
Throwing you down onto the enormous cushion on the floor, she waved her pudgy hand toward her scarlet dress. The material glimmered and shined in the light. There were no stains and no tears. Not a single flaw could be found.
"Um... what is wrong with it?" you ask meekly.
"What is wrong with it?!" yelled Rose, "What is wrong with it?!! It makes me look like a freaking planet! That's what's wrong with it!! I know I'm a bit big and all but this dress makes me look titanic!!"
Flabbergasted, you try to think of something to say...
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