The weekend had passed uneventfully, leading directly to a Monday that no one expected to be particularly exciting either. No one really did much of anything really interesting over the weekend—the gaggle of engorged and girthy gals opting instead to stay in their respective homes and pass the time as they saw fit.
So on Monday morning, when time passed at a snail’s pace as per norm and no one gave a second thought to it. Jenna was locked in her office, Courtney was hard at work while Melissa and Alice gabbed across the hall.
“So the Halloway account.” Melissa began quietly as she turned to face her corpulent conspirator, “The client, George? He’s really cute.” She said with a little crinkle of her nose as a wicked smile crossed her lips and dimpled her cheeks, “I talked to him on the phone since we picked him up and didn’t think anything of it, but then I saw his picture… Mm! He is a lot prettier than his voice lets on.”
Across the aisle sat Alice, a positively rotund woman who squashed the chair beneath her with two pale slabs of meat and a colossal caboose. The bigness of her belly forced the two apart as it drooped heavily over the lip of the chair. Her fat arms still rested in typing position, she turned to provide her input.
“I don’t know, I’ve never really been into guys with mustaches.” She added, her own smile a little more girlish than man-crazy Melissa’s, “Plus, I think he’s married.”
Melissa, the balloonish broad with thick brown hair psshaw’ed at Alice’s accusation. Being even heavier than her older friend, she sat in much the same stance that Alice did. Her burgeoning belly surged forward surely, but as she folded her arms she was forced to do so underneath her heaving hooters. She was so big in the belly though, that it was almost like she was hugging herself. Her fat form turned as the swivel chair allowed her movement.
“I don’t care.” She said matter of factly, “You know he said my voice is sexy?”
“Ooh, Melissa’s using her sexy smoker siren call to seduce her clients! I wondered why your sales were up!”
“Oh shut up, Alice. I’m only playing.” She giggled as Alice egged her on, “I think he’d have to bulk up a bit to be with me though. Or I’d have to slim down. Either way.”
“You could shave his upper lip and he’d probably drop, like, twenty pounds.”
“No way, his mustache is—“
It was here that a figure came between the two, if only for a moment. It had a distinct walk, a slow hobble that was signature to the tall high heels that only one woman in the office wore. Barely there for two blinks of an eye, it had been Victoria heading back to her desk. They had seen her go by about five minutes ago, apparently she was just now getting back. However, she was gone just like that.
“—so hot, if he ever shaved I’d buy him a new one at Party City until it grew back.”
There was a pause as Alice seemed to watch Victoria walking away, all but hanging her short brown locks out her cubicle as she did so. She turned back to Melissa, seeming distraught, as she let her eyes linger to her right for just a moment longer before asking, as if greatly intrigued by the seemingly every-day action:
“Was that Victoria?”
“I’ll bet, I heard her coming all the way from the break room.” Melissa griped with an eye roll, “Those loud high heels clacking on the floor… you’d think she’d just wear flats like the rest of us.”
“No, I mean, she had like, an armful of food!” Alice stressed ‘armful’ by holding out her thick forearms like she were holding a football
“So what, she’s always eating.” Melissa said, unaware of her hypocrisy, “Seriously, half the time she answers the phone with pop-tart in her mouth. What’s the big deal?”
“I-I mean… look, you know how much food she gets in a day?” Alice asked, leaning against her stomach slightly as she attempted to hone the conversation between the two, “She had, like, all of that.”
“Really?” Melissa asked with a raised eyebrow, “You’d think little Miss Guido would at least pretend to look like she’s working…”
Sure enough, far away from them by now, Vicky walked down the aisle with notable difficulty. On one hand (or, rather both), she precariously balanced the large amount of snack food she had garnered from her most recent trip to the vending machine. With her free hand, an open package of strawberry pop tarts was held by two fingers as she ravenously chomped on both tarts at a time. Her mouth opened wide, little brown flakes dotting the corners of her lips.
Behind her, two large cheeks bobbed awkwardly beneath her tight black skirt. She had put on some weight since joining the work force, this being the Italian girl’s first internship and stepping stone into completing her business degree. She had gone from a somewhat thick girl with a bad spray tan to a downright porker, months of idle snacking at her desk had put at least fifty pounds on Victoria’s supple shape—a big belly stuck out behind her while her overpumped rump grazed the ends of the cubicles she passed.
She didn’t stop to say hello to anybody, she was far too engrossed in stuffing her face. Her cheeks bulged outwards, filled with “breakfast” as she passed row after row of coworker, eventually making it back to her front desk. She simply spread her goods across the surface and wriggled her way into her increasingly tight office chair before resuming her food fest.
“Geeze, that’s not like her at all…” Alice said, somewhat concerned
“How so?” Melissa asked arbitrarily, “She’s always stuffing her face.”
“Well yeah, but…” Alice pursed her lips, “Still, something might be wrong.”
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