“I don't know about you, but I could still got for something,” Amber said to me. “Want to split a pizza over at Luigi's?”
“You're still hungry?” I asked, not even hiding my surprise.
“Little bit. But really, I can always go for pizza.”
The thought of more food didn't appeal as much as hanging out with Amber, but once we were sitting down with a large meat lover's in front of us I found myself noshing as we talked.
“I'm still surprised you agreed to this so readily,” I said.
“Really? Guess you haven't been paying attention. Every time I take a lunch break I grab a large combo and sides, just spend the whole time eating, and I always take something to go when I head out.”
“You really love the food,” I said, reaching for a second slice and mentally kicking myself for stating the obvious.
“Always have. It's why I got the job in the first place. Though I had to fight my parents over it. They're both upperclass snob-wannabes, worried about how I reflect on them and how it'll affect their chances of getting into the country club.” There was a sneer in her voice, and something defiant in the way she reached for her next slice. “I had to promise them I wouldn't get fat while I worked there, so at first I watched what I ate.”
“But then?” I prodded her.
“But then... I came into some money. My nana died, leaving me a ton of money in her will. I can't touch it yet, since I'm a minor, but it's enough to give me my independence when I turn 18 and just knowing that it's there has made me eager to throw off my parents' shackles. So for a month now I've been binging on the food at Poly as much as I can.”
“Huh,” I said. This was heavier conversation than I was expecting. “I guess I didn't notice. I mean, it doesn't look like you've gained anything.”
“Yeah,” she said quietly. “My metabolism is pretty high since I've been doing track for a few years, but I quit at the same time I started enjoying myself at work, so I expect that to change. Or rather I hope it changes, since I need to get fat to keep my job.”
“I'm surprised by that as well. I understand loving the food, it's really good, but you're OK with getting fat?”
“If I get to keep the job and get free food, yeah!” The pizza was half gone now. How much had I eaten? “But you want to know something? I like the idea of getting fat.”
I must have looked confused, because she laughed and continued
“Don't look at me like that. You've seen Julie and the others. They're all big and plushy. Don't you just want to squeeze them and feel their softness? Don't you wonder what it's like to be that big?”
“I can't say I've given it much thought, though I have a friend who's a big guy and he seems pretty happy.”
“You never thought he has the right idea?” She raised the bottom of her shirt and scratched her belly. I could see how it was still filling out as she kept filling it up.
“I just never thought about trying to get fat. This is still new to me.” I grabbed another slice, noting Amber's look of approval.
“You're doing alright so far, but this is just a start. What do you say, Conrad? You and me, we're going to show those people at Poly what fat really is!”
I couldn't help but smile at Amber's enthusiasm, but there was a small voice in the back of my head protesting this whole thing. Trying to gain some weight to keep my job was OK, but Amber looked like she was taking this too seriously.
Or... and this was so egotistical to consider, but maybe she was more interested in me. Her eyes hadn't left me this whole time, though it wasn't until she was talking about my gaining that I realized how intently she had been looking at me. Was she attracted to any kind of fat, either in herself or in other people?
I had enough to worry about right now with keeping my job, never mind risking a relationship with a coworker, but Amber was gorgeous and it was hard not to read her looks as imagining me fatter. How would I play this?