A Slobby Country Girl Vacation WIP Preview

WARNING THE FULL STORY WILL CONTAIN: Female Slobification (Weight Gain, Burping, and Farting), Bimbofication, and Sexual Content

Overstressed and overworked, a woman takes up the offer to go on an unorthodox vacation on a farm. With the help of a special concoction, she gets to enjoy the life of a slobby, overweight, bimbo country girl with all of her needs met by a harem of lovers.

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   Vision partially obscured by a cloud of dust; Dominique covered her eyes to make out the sight of the truck she rode in on driving back towards civilization. For just a moment she considered running after it, her mind lingering on the stack of paperwork still piled high on her desk back at the office. Even now, she could feel her hand twitch at the thought of pulling her phone out from the pocket grey business suit to check her work emails. Just as her finger touched the edge of the device, she vocally reprimanded herself as she stomped a heeled shoe into the dirt. Taking a moment to remind herself that she was here to relax and take a load off her burnt out brain, she pushed her short, black hair back into its neat bun and started walking towards the building in the distance.

   The remote farm couldn’t be found on any map, making it the perfect place for Dominique to get away from it all. Though she was unable to find anything about the property online, she had been recommended by a colleague, Samantha, to pay a visit. Considering how stressful her fellow business partner used to be, she had to assume that her secret to relaxation could be found somewhere on the property. Assuring herself that this would be just the thing to help her unwind, she made her way towards the door of the farmhouse and knocked.

   Waiting a few seconds, Dominique picked up the sound of someone in leather boots stomping towards her. When the door opened, it revealed a woman in a set of overalls that showed of her tanned,  buxom chest, and toned physique. Parting her long, brown hair from in front of her face, the woman showed off a friendly smile on her freckled face.

   “Hey there, darlin,” the woman said with a deep southern drawl. “The name’s Betsy. I take it you’re the girl Samantha talked about?”

   “Yes miss, my name is Dominique,” she replied. “Thank you so much for having me over this weekend.”

   “Aww, ain’t no problem. Always nice to see some new faces around these parts. Now come on in and I’ll get you settled.”

   Following the farm girl’s lead, Dominique entered the house. Already feeling at peace amongst the quaint and simple décor, she entered the kitchen area. The room welcomed her with a wealth of wonderful aromas drifting into her nostrils. Looking over to see pots on the stove and various trays in the oven, she could already feel the worries from work start to drift away.

   “Have a seat here,” Betsy said, offering up a chair.

   "Thank you,” Dominque replied, taking her place at the table. “So Samantha failed to tell me what exactly the weekend’s itinerary is.”

   Betsy let out a chuckle. “Yup, you’re definitely her coworker alright. Ain’t no plan for the weekend. You just do whatever you feel like.”

   “Apologies, but I’m not sure what that means,” Dominique admitted. “I’ve been adhering to a work schedule for so long that it’s been ingrained into my daily life. Sorry, but being care free isn’t something I’m used to.”

   “I thought as much,” Betsy said as she rummaged through one of the pantries. “Which is why I figured we’d start your vacation with something to loosen you up a bit.”

   Turning around, Betsy placed a bottle onto the table. Curious about the three Xs painted onto the container, Dominque watched as her host popped open the top. Hovering her face over the bottle, the office worker reeled back from the powerful smell of alcohol. Sitting back in her seat to recover from the fumes, she turned back to see Betsy pour out a shot glass and place it in front of her.

   “Drink up,” Betsy said with an expectant grin.

   “What is this?” Dominque asked, cautiously poking at the glass.

   “A little something special I whipped up to help balls of stress like yourself enjoy laid back country living to the fullest.”

   “I can’t drink this,” Dominique replied. “Sure I’ve had a few drinks when out with coworkers, but I’ve never even considered taking something so strong.”

   “That’s why you’re here, ain’t ya?” Betsy asked. “To get out of your comfort zone and have some fun. Now come on. You’ll see what I mean when you take your first drink.”

   It was a combination of Betsy’s hospitality mixed with the truth behind her words that got Dominique to pick up the glass. Staring into the clear liquor, she began to wonder just what exactly she was getting herself into. Taking a deep breath and reminding herself that she needed a break from her norm, she chugged the drink before she could have a second thought. While this helped her down the alcohol fairly quickly, it didn’t prevent her from coughing on the after taste. Beating on her chest to try and compensate incidentally led to a small belch leaving her lips.

   “Excuse me,” Dominque said, covering her mouth as her face went red.

   “Eh, that was nothing,” Betsy said with a wave of her hand. “Probably just your tummy asking for a bit of food. Bet you’re hankering for something to sink your teeth into after the long ride here.”

   “I would appreciate that, but shouldn’t we wait for everyone else to get her to eat?”

   “Don’t you fret your pretty little head,” Betsy replied, putting her toned arms to work hauling over a pot to the table. “This one’s all for you.”

   As the farm girl lifted up the lid, a heavenly stench filled the room. Peeking over the edge of the rim, Dominique’s eyes went wide at the sight of a lake of recently cooked chili chockful of beans and meat. Involuntarily her mouth began to water, with her only being able to catch the drool from her lips at the last second.

   “Well go ahead,” Betsy said, ladling out a bowl of chili and placing it in front of Dominque. “Eat up. It’s a family recipe.”

   Unsure how she was going to be able to finish even a fraction of the massive portion, Dominque picked up her spoon for fear of offending her gracious host. Bringing up a half spoon of chili to her face let the intoxicating aroma drift into her nostrils. With Betsy’s expectant eyes looking at her from across the table, she opened up her mouth and took a bite.