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Description
and hosted a contest at where the contestants created a character to fit the Working Girl story's universe. The winner's character became a permanent addition to the crew.

This was my entry. Sadly, I didn't win, but it was a fun run in the end.
Just for clarification; this is her in her normal size and clothing on the left and Juggalos shape and outfit on the right.

Name: Viivi "Grunt" Grundberg (nickname given to her by english-speaking friends at an earlier job, her last name sounding a lot like the word "grunt")
Age: 25
Height: 5' 8" (170 cm)
Hair: Short bob haircut dyed dark red with a blond stripe circling around right eye (natural colour wheat blonde)
Eyes: Grey
Skin: Caucasian, freckles on cheekbones & shoulders
Natural body shape: Pear with a paunchy belly & D-cup bust.
Juggalos size: 1-2
Juggalos fox ears & tail: Light orange, rough fur

Personality: Observant, quiet-ish & friendly in a stiff way, hardworking, tolerant yet doesn't take s*it for no good reason. Expresses her anger with stern and relatively restrained demenanor. Likes a drink or ten every now and then and is fun-loving and loud when drunk.

Notable traits: Scandinavian accent, always wears something black with other colours, wears a pair of dark red sneakers whenever she can (claims they're her lucky shoes), doesn't wear make-up (says it takes too much attention away from her hair), lacks the pinky finger on her left hand (lost it in a tractor-related accident as a kid)

First day at Juggalos - Viivi's thoughts

"What. The. f*ck?!" Those were the first thoughts when I first came to work at Juggalos. It's like Hooters, but far from it. I mean, the outfit isn't very different, when you think about it, but every worker there is ridiculously proportioned! That and the fox ears and tail. I had heard that the place was really nice and had a special atmosphere to it, but I never imagined it'd be all tits-n-ass. Literally! I was close to ditching the idea of enlisting, because the mere thought of looking like a walking pair of boobs weirded me out. *shudder* My practical side won eventually, though. Hell, carrying dishes on my bloated ass isn't half as bad as some of the jobs I've had. And I've had my share of bad jobs...
Anyway. It wasn't that bad once I had donned the outfit on and literally filled it out. They told me I was a 1-2, which is one of the smallest sizes. Doesn't feel so small to me...The briefing made me uncomfortable with all of my figure pressed against other workers, but luckily I've learned to ignore things when I really put my mind into it. It was hard in this case, believe me. I bet my face was red like a strawberry the whole time.
I think I like Trixie. She's one of those employers who's clear on what they want and won't tolerate slackers. Strict, too, but far from the nazis I've worked for. We're not some faceless minions to her, which is good.
The other workers aren't half bad, either. Sure, they all have their quirks (at first I thought that french gal - Pensomething - had a crush on me, but turns out she's flirty with everyone. A relief, I guess). Maddi reminds me of this guy at a restaurant I worked at back at home, who kept complaining since day one. He was cute, even if not my type. He ended up quitting early, so my guess is it's only a matter of time before Maddi does the same. We'll see.
*sigh* I know I want to get along with everyone, but there's something about Riley that gets to me. I'm not saying that I don't like her, but her up-yours attitude is annoying. It didn't take long after the briefing for our first encounter. I was on my way to the kitchen with my first batch of empty plates on my gigantic butt when I came across Riley. The corridor was wide enough to fit both of us, but still she somehow managed to bump into me as we passed each other. I almost dropped my plates, and she just kept on walking as if nothing had happened. I had a hunch that she did it on purpose. I ignored the second time as best as I could, but on the third time I decided to return the favor. She managed to spill some of the cold drinks on her mammaries as I "accidentally" nudged her with my ass when turning around a corner. She shot a few colourful words about me and my intelligence, smacking my ass when I turned to be on my way. I returned a similar remark about her tits and before we knew it, we were exchanging a few opinions on who's who and what's what. She did most of the yelling, though. We had to stop as we were blocking the way from our co-workers and continued our work. Later I heard that Riley's quite the hothead and new workers usually learned that the hard way. No sh*t. My strategy to cope with her types is to ignore them, which typically makes them frustrated and eventually stop. We'll see if it works on her. I wouldn't want to be in bad terms with her, though. I don't want Trixie after my head, either, having barely started working at the place. Riley better watch out, though, as I'm not the type to be bullied around! *chuckle*

Description
and hosted a contest at where the contestants created a character to fit the Working Girl story's universe. The winner's character became a permanent addition to the crew.

This was my entry. Sadly, I didn't win, but it was a fun run in the end.
Just for clarification; this is her in her normal size and clothing on the left and Juggalos shape and outfit on the right.

Name: Viivi "Grunt" Grundberg (nickname given to her by english-speaking friends at an earlier job, her last name sounding a lot like the word "grunt")
Age: 25
Height: 5' 8" (170 cm)
Hair: Short bob haircut dyed dark red with a blond stripe circling around right eye (natural colour wheat blonde)
Eyes: Grey
Skin: Caucasian, freckles on cheekbones & shoulders
Natural body shape: Pear with a paunchy belly & D-cup bust.
Juggalos size: 1-2
Juggalos fox ears & tail: Light orange, rough fur

Personality: Observant, quiet-ish & friendly in a stiff way, hardworking, tolerant yet doesn't take s*it for no good reason. Expresses her anger with stern and relatively restrained demenanor. Likes a drink or ten every now and then and is fun-loving and loud when drunk.

Notable traits: Scandinavian accent, always wears something black with other colours, wears a pair of dark red sneakers whenever she can (claims they're her lucky shoes), doesn't wear make-up (says it takes too much attention away from her hair), lacks the pinky finger on her left hand (lost it in a tractor-related accident as a kid)

First day at Juggalos - Viivi's thoughts

"What. The. f*ck?!" Those were the first thoughts when I first came to work at Juggalos. It's like Hooters, but far from it. I mean, the outfit isn't very different, when you think about it, but every worker there is ridiculously proportioned! That and the fox ears and tail. I had heard that the place was really nice and had a special atmosphere to it, but I never imagined it'd be all tits-n-ass. Literally! I was close to ditching the idea of enlisting, because the mere thought of looking like a walking pair of boobs weirded me out. *shudder* My practical side won eventually, though. Hell, carrying dishes on my bloated ass isn't half as bad as some of the jobs I've had. And I've had my share of bad jobs...
Anyway. It wasn't that bad once I had donned the outfit on and literally filled it out. They told me I was a 1-2, which is one of the smallest sizes. Doesn't feel so small to me...The briefing made me uncomfortable with all of my figure pressed against other workers, but luckily I've learned to ignore things when I really put my mind into it. It was hard in this case, believe me. I bet my face was red like a strawberry the whole time.
I think I like Trixie. She's one of those employers who's clear on what they want and won't tolerate slackers. Strict, too, but far from the nazis I've worked for. We're not some faceless minions to her, which is good.
The other workers aren't half bad, either. Sure, they all have their quirks (at first I thought that french gal - Pensomething - had a crush on me, but turns out she's flirty with everyone. A relief, I guess). Maddi reminds me of this guy at a restaurant I worked at back at home, who kept complaining since day one. He was cute, even if not my type. He ended up quitting early, so my guess is it's only a matter of time before Maddi does the same. We'll see.
*sigh* I know I want to get along with everyone, but there's something about Riley that gets to me. I'm not saying that I don't like her, but her up-yours attitude is annoying. It didn't take long after the briefing for our first encounter. I was on my way to the kitchen with my first batch of empty plates on my gigantic butt when I came across Riley. The corridor was wide enough to fit both of us, but still she somehow managed to bump into me as we passed each other. I almost dropped my plates, and she just kept on walking as if nothing had happened. I had a hunch that she did it on purpose. I ignored the second time as best as I could, but on the third time I decided to return the favor. She managed to spill some of the cold drinks on her mammaries as I "accidentally" nudged her with my ass when turning around a corner. She shot a few colourful words about me and my intelligence, smacking my ass when I turned to be on my way. I returned a similar remark about her tits and before we knew it, we were exchanging a few opinions on who's who and what's what. She did most of the yelling, though. We had to stop as we were blocking the way from our co-workers and continued our work. Later I heard that Riley's quite the hothead and new workers usually learned that the hard way. No sh*t. My strategy to cope with her types is to ignore them, which typically makes them frustrated and eventually stop. We'll see if it works on her. I wouldn't want to be in bad terms with her, though. I don't want Trixie after my head, either, having barely started working at the place. Riley better watch out, though, as I'm not the type to be bullied around! *chuckle*