Mulk a HCV SHORT story (Patreon)

Mulk a HCV SHORT story

It was a typical Saturday morning. Turning out of the breakfast themed aisle of the super store, the middle aged mother of one sauntered her way to the next aisle. The light shimmered brilliantly off her charcoal fur, her Apricot colored eyes quickly tracing the ingredients of a box of health wise cereal. The shapely yet athletically figured woman was comparing the calories to the sugar content and the saturated vs the trans fats. She was very mindful not to bring junky or fatty foods in the house not only as a measure to help her daughter stay fit, but to keep herself from becoming doughy in her older age. When as she finished turning around the pallet of sale stick her focus was broken by a cheerful cry.

“Good morning miss! Could I interest you in a sample today?” 

Awoken from her autopilot esc stupor, Marianne looked up to see a young sales associate. Her tiny table was loaded with teeny little paper cups, a banner with the word “mulk” in bold eye-catching Colors hung above her. 

“Mulk?” Marianne read aloud in confusion.

“The new and exciting product brought to you from the makers of Quick Fast!” The preppy product pusher replied with a pop in her step as she held up a bottle in a displaying way.

The sales associate looked to be in her early 20’s, a young coyote girl with short tawny blonde hair, her uniform was well fitted and altered in a way that displayed her fit and trim body, her name tag rested atop her generous bosom and read ‘Brella’. Marianne internally approved of the young ladies defined waistline and thin toned long legs.

“Good for you girl!” The former model thought to herself. 

“By the makers of Quick Fast, eh?” She asked aloud as she picked up a bottle, noting that as if reality was being sarcastic the bottle stated her question back as a  bright bold statement.

“Righteo miss!” Brella replied with an enthusiasm only musterable by someone who had yet to work with the general public for very long. 

“Please, let me pour you a sample of one of our three flagship flavours!” 

“Sure, why not?” Marianne nonchalantly replied.

So Brella poured a generous sample in a little paper cup and handed it to her. 

“This is our Vanilla valley flavour, it's the most popular of the 3!” she said with a smile.

Marianne lifted the cup to her lips, its soft aroma enticing her, and gently she poured its creamy contents into her mouth.

The taste was soft yet smooth, a far more enjoyable flavor and texture than Quick Fast, She thought to herself as she savored the drink. Her daughter, Beth, would enjoy this.

“Tasty, right?” The saleswoman said, noticing the smirk spreading across Marianne's face.

“Very! Hmm, ‘Mulk’.”

“Mulk, for when you want to build mass and bulk!” Brella joyously cheered.

Before Marianne could fully absorb what she just heard a pressure quickly built in her abdomen and her belly bloated outward, it’s sides softening and expanding giving her a noticeable chubby muffin top that pressed hard against her now strained jeans with a soft jiggle.

“Would you like to try another flavour!?” Brella asked with a cheery demeanour, her bright hair .

“I most certainly would not.” Marianne angrily replied, turning beside the stand and grabbing a bulk flat of Quick fast from the pallet and storming off.“Ok, have a super seller day!” Brella said with a wave and a cheery smile. 

As Marianne stormed off, still in a huff, she felt many things; Annoyance, irritation, her thighs rubbing against each other in a way they hadn’t moments prior, the pinching of a bra that fit perfectly fine this morning, embarrassment. Distracted by these feelings and the expected dread of returning home to a daughter who will surely enjoy her mothers excess of size, she didn't notice the promotional flat of quickfast that rested in her cart, 12 bottles for a great price! And for a limited time at no extra charge, three samples of their brand new product: MULK! 

End of short story.