Chapter #5lunch, a big lunch... by: fat_hiker "Now little buddy, let's go fill you up," Conor said to his belly, as he headed down to the company cafeteria for lunch.
At least, Conor thought of belly as 'little buddy', though not many other people would see it (or him) as small. Short, perhaps, but not small - at 5'9" Conor had always at least 'stocky', though around his friends he preferred 'fat' - his belly was definitely not small, and being single, and with a good (but sedentary) job, Conor and his belly might just grow. In fact, they might just grow a lot, as although Conor did not know it, his new boss liked having bigger guys around. Conor might have suspected something from the shapes of many of his new co-workers, but so far it hasn't 'clicked'.
No problem, though, for Conor's appetite has certainly 'clicked' with his new position, and the generous cafeteria at work, as here he is, a morning of e-mails and client technical requests cleared, heading down for lunch at 11:45 sharp. The generous ladies behind the counter joke and flirt and pile the plates high for 'their' guys, and under their tender ministrations Conor will soon be upsizing his wardrobe.
But for now, he's has a plethora of tasty - and inexpensive - options for lunch. What breakfast and a mid-morning coffee and doughnut didn't fill, will now be filled for noontime. Conor was hardly small when he started university, and now, six years later, he's ... indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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