Octavia flipped to the next page on her clipboard, but stalled as she read the name at the top line, her eyes going wide. "Gwen and Carla Teverton?!"
"Really?" I said in disbelief, taking a step back myself. "The Carla Teverton?"
Octavia glossed through her notes a few more times, but her face didn't settle back down. "Well, it sure looks like it!"
"...and try not to be afraid to get something with a little color, or bounce to it. Alright, dear?" A voice asked just outside of the shop's front doors.
"...yes, mother."
When the two of us heard the voices, we both scrambled into position to stand align in front of the doors before they'd opened. The one halfway down the stack was cracked open, and Octavia and I gave a bow as we both heard a lot of legs scuttle in along the hardwood floor.
"...it's a pleasure to be of your service, miss Teverton." Octavia greeted before we'd even looked back up.
When we laid eyes on who'd came in first, however, it wasn't nearly as familiar as the face and name of one of the world's biggest companies. She wasn't even half as tall, only coming in at halfway the height of the door being help open for her, but the family resemblance was still plain to see.
Somehow, without buckling under her weight, the six legs of her more arachnid half kept her body afloat despite two enormously wide globes persistently floating in the air in front of her torso, which she vainly tried to push down with her arms as they sat crammed inside a super-stretchy brown hoodie. Within its hood, I could make out six bright red eyes sitting above a fanged mouth that was nervously pursed as she saw us and glanced around the boutique, brushing a lock of long, raven-like hair from her face.
Then Carla came in.
The tinier spider side-stepped away from the door, and in trudged a face that couldn't not be seen within ten feet of any electronics store in the world. The door was much more befitting for her height, even though each of the lowest of her heaping lovehandles scraped along the edge of the frame and visibly bobbed loose once she's cleared through. For Carla, her entire body was nothing but thousands of pounds of fat, enormous mass; even her legs were swollen to several feet thick at the very ends, their girths actually bloating larger the farther back they were. Unlike her daughter, though, they couldn't sustain the strength to carry her entire weight and could only push her along the ground like oars rowing a boat.
Perched on top of two very thick, hanging chins, her overfed face was filled with the amount of pride only a mother could gather up as she pushed her stomach along the ground, which greedily sprawled out in front of her in a towering spherical mass that, although packed within a shiny exoskeleton, still wobbled as though it were a black water balloon the size of a house. Her breasts sat comfortably on top and, even if it was only a close finish, were fatter and wider than "Gwen's", with plenty of surface and cleavage allowed to be seen by the collar of a red dress.
However, as she came into the light from the shadows of the diamond mine's caverns, Octavia and I were both silently amazed as her thorax was dragged in, which piled in so tall that its very dome loomed just under the line of her silver hair.
"So, I take it that you're the well-known 'Octavia' around these parts, hmm?" She asked as she smiled down at Octavia, who quickly nodded with a deep blush. She then turned to me. "...and who's your friend?"
"Gregory, miss." The two of us said simultaneously.
She let out a chuff. "Well, considering what sense of style and luxor I'd seen nothing less of by your wonderful choice of job's space, I'd been hoping the two of you could've tailored me and my daughter hear a few dresses. Is that wrong?"
"O-Of course, Miss Teverton!" Octavia blurted before I could speak, bowing again. "The two of us would gladly set you and your daughter up with any taste of your choice! care to look around?"
"Well, lead me the way!" She nodded enthusiastically, motioning for Gwen to follow with a hand. "Follow me, dear. Keep your eyes peeled for designs, though!"
Octavia wheeled her Tank around and drove down the other way towards the store's measuring section, and I scampered off after her, followed by sound of Carla's heavy body dragging the entire way, and Gwen's humble scuttling just a short distance behind...
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