Mel J couldn't ignore the pain in her stomach as it growled in protest. She was so hungry that she probably should have breakfast first. Especially if she didn't want to feel sick later from only eating sweets. Still, she couldn't help feeling like something was different about herself as she moved in front of the stand mirror in the room.
She was used to her face being a bit chubby, but it almost seemed a little rounder than it had the day before. On top of that, her shirt seemed to hug her curves tighter than she was used to as it seemed to accent her chubby frame. Even her pants looked a bit tighter on her thighs as she lamented how tight the waist felt. If anything her clothes might be the limiting factor in how much she could eat today.
She shook her head and rushed down towards the cafeteria in the hopes of getting at least a small meal before she started her shift. As she pushed the doors open to the factory floor, she found it bustling with workers packaging the sweets and making sure that everything was running smoothly. She grabbed a couple cookies as she rushed onward, shoving them into her mouth out of instinct.
She was sure that her body was jiggling a bit more than it had the day before, but that was probably because she was in a hurry. She was speed walking, almost to the point of jogging, but she needed to eat quickly. She was panting as she pushed open the double doors to the cafeteria and made her way to the server.
She licked her lips as the smell of breakfast hit her nose, and she found herself almost drooling. She asked the obese lady serving food for an extra large portion since she'd probably only have time for one tray. The lady smiled and ladled several heavy scoops of eggs onto the tray, followed by almost a pound of bacon. With a quick "thank you", Mel J made her way to an unoccupied seat and began shoveling the food into her mouth.
She found herself glancing repeatedly at the clock above the door, watching as the hour hand hit nine. She was going to be a couple minutes late, but that couldn't be helped. She would just have to make sure to really do a good job and get to everything that she was supposed to do.
Her belly was noticeably swollen as she stood up, tugging on her skin-tight shirt and wincing as her jeans dug deeper into her waist. Rolling her eyes, she undid the button on her jeans, glancing around to see if anyone noticed. They still felt tight, though it wasn't as painful as it had been.
She dropped off her tray and made her way onto the factory floor, glancing at the list of items she needed to sample. It was a pretty large list, though it wasn't all-inclusive to everything in the factory. She smiled as an idea hit her. Maybe she should try to sample at least some of everything in the factory. That would definitely make up for her being a bit late to her shift, though it would also accelerate her growth considerably. The other option was to do a very thorough job sampling the items on the list so that she could provide great feedback. Finally, she could do the bare minimum. That way her uncle couldn't get mad at her for not getting her work done, and she wouldn't have to worry about growing as quickly.
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