Jenna sat back in her chair, leaning back, resting her hand on her immense, rolling belly. She toyed with a snickers bar she held before her face, and then ripped the black paper from it, devouring it while mimicking Godzilla. "Raaawr!" she spoke before she chomped into the long chocolatey bar, getting chocolate splatter on her cheeks. She giggled, and wiped the chocolate from her cheeks.
The phone beeped in its long tone, and Jessica's voice emitted. "Hey, uh, Jen. Could you come up to my office for a sec?" Jenna picked up, and spoke. "Uh, sure. See ya there, Ma'am." She hung up afterwards, and heaved herself up to the best of her ability, giving out a grunt. She then trudged towards the elevators, and moved to press the up button. And then she saw it.
The note on the elevator read: "Elevator on this floor up is out of service. Please use stairs."
No, no, there was no way, this elevator HAD to work. Did they not understand that the elevators tortured her and her fat and happy employees? She had ran it over and over with the lunkhead maintenance idiots could have POSSIBLY let this elevator fail. She tried to keep pressing the button.
It did not light up, nor did she hear the whirring.
Her overtaxed, atherosclerosis-ridden heart sank like the titanic. This meant one thing: She would have to do -That-. That which she loathed. That which she saw as the enemy. That which she would dare not do voluntarily.
She would have to use the stairs.
She turned to the daunting single flight, and gulped. She had to get up there, because Jessica would never even think to move down. She never moved anymore. She had pretty much literally made her house in the office due to her lethargy, and absolute lack of will to move so much as one hallway.
Jenna began her intrepid trek upwards, her mental emphasis on the size of the stairs overly much making it so that she panted by the fourth step. Her buttoned shirt strained as her gut heaved downwards, and Jenna began leaking sweat at a rapid rate. By the time she'd reached the halfway point, the sweat was falling at a machine gun-like rate from her forehead and hair, leaving almost a full-on trail of sweat behind her as she panted and huffed, and continued her trek up the stairs. She had reached the 3/4ths point, and the sweat began pouring out almost, especially from her chest, soaking her skin-tight buttoned shirt's chest.
She saw the golden end, and surged on towards it, and as she reached it, she fell to her hands and knees, hearing a *RRRRIP* from behind. She had not the energy to get up and continue on, so she simply lay there in a pool of sweat, panting and huffing, and wheezing as though she'd just tried insanity. As she slowly regained her energy, she stood herself up, her entire shirt drowned in sweat, and her forehead beaming with the evidence of her trek upstairs. As she finally entered Jessica's office, she got a good look at her.
The brunette was like a pile of living lard: Her stomach may have been hidden behind the desk, but her breasts were not, large blobs of pure fat jiggling about in her shirt. Her second chin had been fed a good amount of that fat, dangling down and hiding a good three quarters of her neck. Her blubbery, fat face showed inquisitiveness. "Jen, what happened?" Jenna spoke through her pants. "Elevator..*pant*..Out..*pant*...Of..*pant*...Order..*Wheeze*"
Jessica spoke. "Shucks, sorry about that Jen. I'll make sure somebody down in maintenance hears about this." She waved her hand. "But, anyways..."
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