Post by Kappa on Jul 14, 2023 20:34:30 GMT
Just outside a diner known as Frost Burger, a heavyset blonde, 43 year old, big round gut complimented by an equally large set of breasts, wrapped in a white apron, takes out the trash as her teenage daughters man the restaurant.
Across the street, at her rival's business, Grey's Pizzeria, a red Porsche quickly parks right next to a fire hydrant.
"You're gonna get towed." Emma, with deep bags under her eyes, loudly shouts at the middle aged redhead, a bottom heavy beauty, slowly getting out of the driver's side of an expensive car.
"Yeah, you would. Things are different when you're daddy's the mayor!" Jean gives a childish raspberry.
Emma sighs as the recently divorced woman. Ever since her divorce, Jean's been going through a text book midlife crisis. Dressy flashy, buying flashy, she even got a boob job!
Slowly, Jean waddles towards Emma.
"So, how's your dump doing???"
"Fine." Emma sighs. "Business has actually been pretty good since we made the Western Bacon Sliders a permanent part of the menu."
Jean clicks her tongue.
"That's so gimmicky."
"Like your fried lasagna bites???"
Jean huffs.
"Whatever, Emmy! My business is still better than yours and soon enough your dump will be my parking lot!"
"I doubt that." Emma shakes her head.
"It will! And then your fat belly will be jiggling around my restaurant and you'll be making me pizza and doing my nails and watching romcoms all day in my office and--"
"That got super gay at the end, Jean." Emma, a lesbian and widower, points out with a raised finger. "Is that why you're not with Scott anymore???"
Jean's face turns bright red.
"You! You big... you meanie!"
As Jean waddles off her, her big ass swaying left and right, Emma looks up to see Spider-Man swinging high in the air as siren blare and flash red.
"God, I need a break from the city!"
Across the street, at her rival's business, Grey's Pizzeria, a red Porsche quickly parks right next to a fire hydrant.
"You're gonna get towed." Emma, with deep bags under her eyes, loudly shouts at the middle aged redhead, a bottom heavy beauty, slowly getting out of the driver's side of an expensive car.
"Yeah, you would. Things are different when you're daddy's the mayor!" Jean gives a childish raspberry.
Emma sighs as the recently divorced woman. Ever since her divorce, Jean's been going through a text book midlife crisis. Dressy flashy, buying flashy, she even got a boob job!
Slowly, Jean waddles towards Emma.
"So, how's your dump doing???"
"Fine." Emma sighs. "Business has actually been pretty good since we made the Western Bacon Sliders a permanent part of the menu."
Jean clicks her tongue.
"That's so gimmicky."
"Like your fried lasagna bites???"
Jean huffs.
"Whatever, Emmy! My business is still better than yours and soon enough your dump will be my parking lot!"
"I doubt that." Emma shakes her head.
"It will! And then your fat belly will be jiggling around my restaurant and you'll be making me pizza and doing my nails and watching romcoms all day in my office and--"
"That got super gay at the end, Jean." Emma, a lesbian and widower, points out with a raised finger. "Is that why you're not with Scott anymore???"
Jean's face turns bright red.
"You! You big... you meanie!"
As Jean waddles off her, her big ass swaying left and right, Emma looks up to see Spider-Man swinging high in the air as siren blare and flash red.
"God, I need a break from the city!"