“That last song was brought to you by our partners in Gordge Industries.” A plucky voice came over the radio, “You know Cass, I know we’re supposed to say this because… you know, they pay for advertising. But I can’t express just how much I love those guys at Gordge. They’re friendly, they’re reliable, and you know, I would honestly recommend their services to any of our listeners who might be interested. Call them up at 1-800-GOR-DGE1 and tell them that Marni from KISS102.5 sent you, and tell them to thank me later for the free commercial.”
“I like ‘em as much as the next gal, Marni... As long as the next gal isn't you.” A distinctively deeper, but no less feminine voice flooded from Alice’s speaker, “But are you sure you’re not just saying that because of the care packages they keep sending over? The ones that I never get to try?”
“Whu—?” the Marni voice managed after a familiar crackling of paper, “D-Don’t be shully… haha…” the voice gulped, “Just, you know, trying to earn my paycheck.”
“Uh-huh, well keep eating those candy bars and your wallet won’t be the only thing getting chubby—chubbier, anyway—.” The thicker voice was back with a little giggle, "In the next half hour, we have Ka—“
CLK!
Alice used one chubby finger to press her radio’s power button, silencing everyone’s favorite pair of Radio Sirens for the day. Everyone liked Cass & Marni in the Morning, all the way up the corporate ladder. They were the only local radio station that everyone in the office could agree on which, given the diversity of tastes in the office, was really saying something to the quality of their programming.
“Aww!” A collective moan escaped the break room as its inhabitants voiced their displeasure
Alice smiled apologetically and shrugged her meaty shoulders, tapping her wrist with one sausage finger. They were only allowed to listen to the radio on breaks, which while frequent, hardly synced with the schedule of everyone’s favorite radio queens. Everyone only got to listen to Cass & Marni twice a day, unless they caught them early on the car-ride to work.
“Sorry ladies, but break’s over.” Alice said with wavering sternness, “Gotta get back to work.”
“You suck, Alice!” Melissa moaned as she crossed her arms underneath her heaving tits, “Why do you have to be so responsible all the time?”
“If I weren’t so responsible all the time, you’d spend your whole mornings in here eating chips and listening to the radio.” Alice said with a little laugh as she waddled over to her chair-bound coworker, “Come on, if we don’t settle the Rodriquez Account by tonight Jenna said we’d have to come in on Saturday.”
“I think I can live with that.” Courtney chuckled throatily, her belly quivering in amusement, “I’ve always been more of an instant gratification kind of girl anyway.”
The whopping senior representative ribbed her skinny-minny sidekick in the side with one doughy arm. She turned expectantly to Christina, who could only smile nervously and give a rigid thumbs-up as her massive superior stared her down like the last kruler in a box.
Apparently this was all a part of “being one of the girls.” She’d been working here for a while now, but this was the first time she’d actually been invited—or felt comfortable enough—to have break with her co-workers. For the past few months she’d been eating her lunch and listening to the radio in her car. It was nice to feel so welcome… maybe all those extra helpings the other day had helped her make some friends around here!
Over by the radio, Alice looked over her shoulder expectantly, giving her a clear view of the hallway outside the break room. She couldn’t hear or feel any of Jenna’s thunderous footsteps, so that meant either she was already in her office—where she couldn’t see them—or she was abusing her managerial position again and hadn’t come into work yet. Given how long it could take her blonde beluga of a boss to lift herself from an office chair or tear herself away from a breakfast buffet, there was no telling when Jenna would be back to where she could see them…
“Okay, just a few more minutes.” Alice said with a naughty giggle escaping her as a quiet chorus erupted from her fellow fatties, “I really wanna hear the second date update!”
Alice flicked the radio back on and hurried as fast as her doughy legs could carry her back over to the lunch table. A smile settled between her chubby cheeks as everyone laughed—it seemed all it took to get By-the-Book Alice to live a little was some radio… and maybe an extra donut or two.
After a pesky song or two, Alice and the girls were rewarded with more quality time with their favorite morning talk show. They listened intently and gave their own unrequited responses amongst themselves, particularly regarding the bad first dates section that they all seemed to enjoy. Nobody seemed to notice that twenty minutes had passed, and that they were almost half an hour late back to work…
“Y’see Christie, it’s all about taking it easy once in a while.” Courtney said in a pseudo-sagely manner as she dug into another treat (this time a bagel) “Even Alice knows that. Work’s important and all, but you’ve gotta live a little if you’re gonna survive around here. Which is why the girls and I got you this, newbie.”
Here Courtney plopped one of the biggest, fattest donuts Christina had ever seen in front of her on a napkin. It looked like just a regular glazed donut under a magnifying glass. Nothing strange about it other than its peculiar size.
But she’d already eaten quite a few of them, and her stomach was really starting to hurt… plus, it wasn’t even lunch yet.
“Thank y—urp!” Christina covered her mouth as best she could to bolster the belch behind her lips, “But really, I shouldn’t.”
“Aw come on!” Courtney said with a pat to Christy’s comparatively tiny back, “I just told you that it was Friday and that you should live a little. Saved the last Super-Donut for you and everything! Do you know how hard it was for me to convince Melissa not to eat this?”
“T-Thank you, but…”
Christina looked back to the glazed monstrosity before her, unable to ignore the fact that it was coated in so much sugar that the break room’s lighting was clearly reflected in the slick coat of confectionary sugar on top. It stood taller than most sandwiches…
“But I really shouldn’t.” she managed, “It looks so bad for me…”
“Hey, you think those Super-Donuts are cheap?” Melissa barked from her seat across the break room, “You’re just lucky we’re actually giving you yours this time instead of just ordering it for you and splitting it up three ways!”
“Melissa.” Alice said sternly
“What? It’s rude is all.” She said in a huff, “She wants to fit in and all, then she’s gotta go and ruin it by being a prude.”
Christina turned tentatively to Courtney, who pursed her lips knowingly and drummed her fingers on the table expectantly. They didn’t really think that she could handle all this, did they? Maybe if she were their size, but…
Gripping the side of her super-donut, Christina lifted it into her mouth and took as big a bite as she could muster—which wasn’t much. But still, considering that she’d been coerced into eating nearly half a dozen regular sized donuts already, it was saying something that she could take such a chomp.
Bite after bite passed through her lips with erratic precision. No two chomps were quite the same: mostly small, due to the pain that slowly grew in her stomach, but she managed to take a couple big chunks out of the task at hand when she realized how little of it was left. She was sweating, her stomach was so full. It pressed tightly against the white of her blouse as the other women looked onward in excitement. They cheered her on in an attempt to keep the scrawny girl going, lest she fail to devour the Super-Donut. It was sweet and sickening, and Christina felt like she was going to barf every other bite...
But before long, her super snack was nothing more than just that—a snack. A good snack, great even! Maybe one of the best donut’s shed ever had in her whole life.
One that had left her sick and feeling bloated all morning, but a snack still.
Okay, two big indulgences down… how much worse could it get? It’s not like being “one of the girls” meant eating like that all the time, right?
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