Alex was woken up from her bed by the sound of the alarm. Rolling over, she realized that when she went to bed she slept for 12 hours, and it was time to get to work. Rather than walk all that way, she summoned her hoverchair. That did not mean she did not want to stand, however. She very much wanted to stand to see how she looked. Doing so, she turned towards a mirror on the nearest wall and was repelled by her size. At a mere 65 centimeters, her waist did not equal her smallest friends. And therefore her sexiness did not either.I must become fatter if I am to have even the smallest chance of love, Alex thought, pinching what little fat she did have. And indeed it was true. She had to be assigned a boy at prom because she was so thin that nobody liked her. Her hoverchair reached her, and she fell into its soft cushions.And more fat I will gain, she vowed internally. Taking care not to move a muscle, she went down from her apartment, into the street, and into Glutcorp’s offices.
As Alex floated to her cubicle, she could not help but notice that everyone’s eyes were on her, and she distinctly heard the mutterings of her coworkers about how thin she was. Everyone wondered if she was unhealthy.I am trying! I will become sexy! Alex wanted to shout. But she knew if she did, she would most likely lose her job. And so it was in silence that she floated to her cubicle and opened up her editing program. Her first project of the day was a sub assembly on a car. The design team had a problem with a fastener that connected the integrated vending machine to the dash. As it turned out, the materials used in the fastener were of poor quality. It was Alex’s job to determine what materials were best. And she set upon the job with the intense focus of a new employee.
“Donut run!” Came the shout. “About time,” Alex muttered. After dealing with the fastener issue, she validated the design of a crash net, ran a simulation on a new hoverchair, and filed the reams of paperwork needed to begin clinical testing of a new feeding machine for reverse anorexia clinics. In short, she was mentally exhausted. A coworker approached with Alex’s box of donuts. Taking them, she looked at the selection today. It was a dozen donuts, but instead of deep fried jelly filled and chocolate, it was a new mix. Four were deep fried chocolate. Another four were glazed crawlers. Two were deep fried bacon donuts, and the last two were glazed. Alex could not help but mutter “Me gusta” before she began eating. And eat she did. She ate each DVD sized donut from the outside in, eating it like a bird so as to not waste a single calorie. Despite this, it did not take long for her to finish. Inside of ten minutes, she was done. Burping softly, she rubbed her belly. “Work day over. Enjoy the rest of your day,” came the shout over the intercom. Going out, Alex began the next activity of her day. Speed dating.
After many minutes of floating outside the well appointed building, she asked a guy floating in the front if this was girlsgonefat dating. “Why indeed it is,” he responded. Floating in, she went to the clerk in front and said “Alex done. Reporting for dating.” “Table 7,” the clerk said. Floating to table seven, she rested and waited.
It went as she expected, more or less. Guy after guy came to her and they were given five minutes to talk, and most conversations ended as expected. They said they liked her, but she needed to gain weight. Just as she was finished, another guy approached. She expected it to go as all her other conversations did. “Hello,” Alex muttered, not wanting to talk. “Hello indeed,” the guy muttered, looking her over. “What is your name and age?” the guy asked. “Alex. Age 18. And yours?” Alex asked. “Jack. Age 18.” The man responded. This Jack was a weird one, Alex knew. While he was big and fat like any other good man of this generation, there seemed to be a dexterity that others of his size lacked. The way in which his fingers moved intrigued Alex. “It is not like we can talk anyways. The speed dating time is over,” Alex muttered. Jack countered, most eloquently, “We’re adults here. We can do as we please. Shall we continue this conversation elsewhere”
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