Drenched in sweat, shame, and general distaste for mankind, Karen was not having a good day.
A Texan summer was almost guaranteed to be miserable, and being a waitress for a fairly seedy hole-in-the-wall BBQ diner was almost guaranteed to be miserable. Together, they were guaranteed to be miserable. And the fact that Karen had basically no hope of another job (she tried, often) left her feeling tired, miserable, hot and tired.
It was her lunch break, a break well-earned. Aside from the heat, the customers here were probably the worst thing. They were all rude, ill-mannered, seemingly insatiable and fat. Not even people you'd think, either. Sure, there were the stereotypical fat southern white guys, but the nearby college (of which Karen herself was a student) supplied the diner with a near-infinite amount of fattening college students, of all sorts. Cheerleader-type girls from Day One of the semester were now spilling out of their clothes, and- in the worst-case scenarios- unrepentantly gassy. She blamed the food. It was disgusting. Yet, all these characters came here, for almost every meal. It was little wonder they were so fat. Karen had done her best to avoid eating there.
Inevitably, however, today she'd left her packed lunch at her dorm. And she was starved. She'd debated trying to go the day without food, but standing in the kitchen and being surrounded with horribly greasy, fat, sauce-slathered meats had sent her belly growling. She looked around, trying to find a piece of meat that didn't look fatty enough to beach a whale.
Near the back, on a table by the trash can, she found something; a slab of meat, so succulent, so greasy, so soft and fatty, it looped back around from disgusting to... mouth-watering. Like a prize-cut you'd only find in a specialty store. Near it was a note, in her boss' signature: Do not serve, the meat-packing company said this was inedible.
"It's gonna be thrown away?" she said aloud. Well. As awful as it looked for her health, she was convinced. Today was a terrible day. She wanted comfort food. She was going to eat it. And then maybe jog like fifty miles to work it off.
She lightly doused it with sauce, cooking it in the oven. It smelled divine as it cooked. Her belly needed it, now. The moment the oven timer dinged, she swung open the door and examined it again.
"I'll just have a nibble, before I put it in a sandwich..." she said, tearing a small hunk off. Oh, her taste buds sung! She tore another piece off. Then another. Then two fistfuls. She devoured it all, looking like a starved cavewoman!
...Oh, how her belly felt full. It bulged out, full and content, much bigger than any meal before had made it. But she found a deep contentedness within herself. She didn't even mind her belly peeking out, just slightly from under her tight shirt.
"Ahh~... Hurp! Oh, my break's over..." she hummed, waddling out of the kitchen, covered in sauce.
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