GITJ Post 433: GRWM Lakshmi

Reaching behind herself, watching in the mirror, Lakshmi Vallurupalli grasped her enormous right buttock and gave it a firm squeeze. It was wonderfully toned underneath with a jiggly layer of fat on top granting it softness and allowing for some bounce. She was quite proud of it and hoped that everyone else would enjoy it tonight, him especially.

I am most definitely built for this dress, she decided, considering the dramatic changes her body had undergone in the past three months. Not that she’d ever been a thin person, but her curves now - especially her 48” bottom - would make many women look like little girls next to her. What she’d be wearing tonight, she hoped, would accentuate her best feature. I am definitely built for it, this dress,  she thought again, or maybe it was built for me.  

She was at home, after a few bites of her mother’s Chicken Khorma, getting ready for the Grand Opening party in the atrium at work tonight. The ribbon cutting had been earlier this afternoon, and the huge new space had finally been revealed to the public, including the cameras of Channel 5…

…

"Welcome to Far Horizons!” Ms. St. Clair had announced to them, as she and Melissa opened the big glass doors of the front entrance, after the ribbon had been cut. The film crews followed the assembled dignitaries from the city and the executives from Evolution as Sheryl and Melissa ushered them in, and as they all expected everyone’s eyes immediately went up, and up, and up. The atrium, done almost entirely in a sleekly modern but warm white stone, was enormous, soaring more than three stories tall. A reception desk halfway in greeted entrants, and two corridors ran deeper into the building’s new wings, to the left and straight ahead; a small, nondescript door to the old FHMA practice was to the right. Balconies of the upper levels ringed the atrium’s edges, and huge stone columns ran floor-to-ceiling, giving the space the unmistakable air of an ancient Greek or Roman temple, but built for the modern world.  A glass ceiling let in vast amounts of natural light, but it was not the roof that took away the breath of the new entrants as they looked up, and up, and up, making them gasp. 

It was the statue. 

If the grand new atrium was built to suggest a Greco-Roman temple, then the statue at its far end was that of the god to which the edifice was erected, consecrated. It was huge, its head nearly reaching the 40’ ceiling, and it was a woman, made of what appeared to be luscious white marble. Dressed appropriately in robes which again called back to ancient times and further emphasized its position as deity of this place, the curves of the monumental female were as dramatic as its height. Legs were long, powerful and shapely, the robes tight over a wasp waist. Her bosom was immense, a shelf swelling proudly from her chest and stretching the stone fabric taut. A bare shoulder was strong yet undoubtedly feminine, with waves of thick hair running behind it. The comely right arm of the statue was raised to point with an elegant hand off to the distance, over and past whomever had just entered her domain, while her eyes sought the same destination, some - yes -  far horizon

All in all, the statue was enormous, it was inspiring, it was beautiful. And - though if asked she would deny it - it was undoubtedly Melissa. 

“First there was the Greek civilization. Then the Renaissance,” Sheryl had announced, in a voice big enough for all who’d entered to hear, “Now we are entering the Age of the Hourglass.”

Cameras rolled, cell phones clicked, people were awed and speechless and smiling. Josie and Lakshmi had to hold Dr. J up; seeing this all for the first time was too much for him and his knees had given way. Watching that, from across the crowd, Melissa’s eyes glittered and she bit her lower lip. This is something I like, she mused. 

Sheryl continued, her voice ebullient:

“Our new colossus welcomes you to Far Horizons!”

…

Lakshmi was pulled from her reveries of the afternoon and her admiration of her abundant bottom by voices downstairs, an argument. Her father had returned home. 

Quickly, she began to gather her things. 

“No! I have seen, just in news now, to the place she is going!” her father’s voice protested, “She cannot go, this party, I will not allow it!”

Her mother, who had been married to this man for nearly thirty years, had him cowed in bed but here, outside the bedroom he thought himself still the head of the house. He was patriarch, and no daughter of his would be part of what was going on at that place. His objections were vociferous, but still her mother tried to come to her defense. 

“No! Absolutely not!” his reedy voice proclaimed. 

Lakshmi was only two steps down the stairs when they heard her coming. Already, the stairway groaned. 

“Lakshmi stop there!” he commanded, raising his hand as his daughter, his only child, stormed around the corner and - eyes glancing quickly to her mother but not even acknowledging his presence - began to march towards him, towards the front door. She was dressed as he feared, in a scandalous outfit that hugged every shameful curve she had. Her hair was unkempt, half-done, as was her makeup. She clutched a small purse to herself.  

<BOOM BOOM!>

She would not look at him but she made sure her steps were heavy.  

<BOOM BOOM!>

She would not look at him but she made sure her steps caused his house to shake.

<BOOM BOOM!>

His eyes were wide, as were her mother’s. For support he grabbed hold of a table, the rooms around them shivering with each of his daughter's steps, like she was a walking earthquake. 

“Lakshmi please,” her mother implored in shock, the dishes in the cabinets rattling.

Her father tried to block her way. She walked by her mother, and pushed him out of the way. 

<BOOM BOOM!>

He fell, crying out. 

<BOOM BOOM!>

The floor underneath him threatened to buckle, with the kingdom that he built crumbling down around him. The force of nature that his daughter had become was too much for his tiny house. The front door opened. She didn’t even look back at him, now cowering on the ground. The front door slammed shut. 

The front door opened. She didn’t even look back at him, now cowering. The front door slammed shut. 

<BOOM BOOM!>

They could feel her footsteps even as she left, rattling the earth outside. 

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