This choice: Let's cool off and walk around the city for a bit • Go Back... "I really need to rest right now, but I was stupid for not doing any proper research. I should take a stroll and get familiar with the city" Jackie thought. And aside from the conductor and the old lady on the train she has not seen a single face here yet. It might be a good opportunity to meet someone. So Jackie took a deep breath, stuffed her luggage in one of the station's coin lockers, and walked towards the city center.
Jackie was now able to have a proper look at the city. Just as her parents said, it look like high-tech metropolis. Everything was clean, shiny and in pristine condition. Big skyscrapers towered over her from every direction, many of them connected by transparent passageways. It was like something out of a sci-fi novel. But what really got Jackie's attention, was the citizens. They were all enormously fat! Jackie thought it was a mere coincidence at first, but the more she walked, the more she realized literally everyone here was big and obese. And this attention went both ways. While most people we're so wrapped up in their own world they barely noticed Jackie (some even almost crashing into her), the ones that did notice her looked at her as if she escaped from a zoo. It's like they are seeing a skinny person for the first time in their lives.
Jackie felt uneasy about it. A flock of middle-aged women stared at her in shock, their fat bodies mingling together to, presumably, gossip about the little brunette. Further down the street, a group of young boys dropped their basketball to gawk at her, some even doing subtle wolf whistles. Across from that street, a stylish-looking girl about their age looked at the boys, then back to Jackie with a look of envy and a face that was about to turn green. A postal worker that was driving down the street pressed his brakes as soon as he saw you, almost causing a crash and only saved by his considerable bulk serving as an airbag. And at the end of the street, a nerdy-looking woman about Jackie's age almost crushing a cafe chair put her tablet down to just... stare at her.
Jackie was overwhelmed from all the looks she got from every direction. She didn't even noticed she was about to bump into someone's gigantic backside until it was too late. Jackie was enveloped between two titanic globes briefly, before that same mass bounced her back and onto the ground. The woman whose butt Jackie just met turned around for a formal introduction. Standing before her was the biggest lady Jackie has seen so far, which says a lot: she looked to be around 350kg, wrapped in a bright yellow sundress that tries it's best to cover her pale body. A red bob cut and stylish sunglasses finish off her look. She glances down at the skinny young woman clutching her back with a look of smugness.
"Did you get a good look at something you're lacking, twig?" she snarled while slapping her own ass. "No I wasn't d-" Jackie stuttered but the woman shut her down. "Zip it, you sweaty beanpole! How about you mumble a bit less and start thinking about an apology? I'm thinking of some financial compensation for my wrinkled dress and the sweat stain you left there. I'm thinking about €200,-. But based on that rib-cage of yours, you don't seem to have a lot of money. So how about you apologize by kissing my feet?"
The woman pointed at her sandal-clad feet. Her wiggling toes did not look appealing at all and Jackie was in no mood to go down there. And the woman had a point: Jackie is too low on cash. She'd not only have to give all her money, but her clothes as well to reach the required amount. What can she do?   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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