The tight jumpsuit protested as Roxanne stood up. She felt like a great weight was pressing down on her. "Stupid, *huff* costume!" She tried to flail her arms, the motion slowed by the tension from the tight costume.
It was like it didn't fit anymore. And it wasn't like the costume had shrunk in the wash, these suits had to be specially dry-cleaned. Admittedly the suit had been constructed with an average woman's build in mind, not someone with Roxanne's generous figure. So it had always been snug on her since she first stepped into the role of the alien mascot.
Yet this was weird. Roxanne was struggling to get on the suit. Had corporate swapped it out for a new one? Was this one of the new hire's stupid pranks? The rage was building within Roxanne, a dangerous proposition for the fiery tempered redhead. The next coworker to tick her off was likely to be fried. In her mind somebody was responsible for all her issues this morning.
Not that the unlikely person to tell her would survive the encounter, but maybe it was Roxanne's own fault?
Perhaps she was getting too voluptuous for her own good. Hadn't the other day, she had prided her self on graduating to a new bra size, a feat she hadn't managed since college? Didn't her rear have an extra bit of wiggle? Her hip checking the car door shut had made that guy coming out of the grocery store drop his jaw in awe. Roxanne loved the attention her dangerous curves sent her way. Although she was dangerously close to not minding her figure. That shopping trip had a fair share of ice cream, chocolates, heavy milk and other rich foods in her shopping basket.
Roxanne would never consider herself fat. She was a stunner! All the excess calories were soaked up into her bust and hips, not a hint of pudge elsewhere. A sentiment long overdo for reevaluation.
None of these hints towards some recent weight gain entered Roxanne's mind at all as she fought to put on the Bellixie costume. She grunted, cursed and swore. It was probably a good thing the little kids weren't around just yet, or they'd be getting some colorful bits of language from overhearing Roxanne's frustrations.
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