This choice: the two get even larger due to jenna's changes • Go Back...Chapter #5Super-Sized Sweeties Squeezed into the Break Room by: Bobo the Hobo   It wasn’t like they were trying to gain weight.
It just sort of… happened.
What with all the newfangled fixtures that Jenna kept pumping into the office, each one designed to reward everyone’s hard work and good morale, it was inevitable that some people were going to begin to get a little attached to all the new perks that came with being a Gordge employee. But as business seemed to pick up, and the company made more money, there wasn’t much need to look backwards—no need to correct those little feelings of entitlement without proper performance. And the better the company did, the better the perks became. Everyone developed a vice.
Victoria had her new computers.
Courtney had new temps to torture.
Christina had her Starbucks coffee machine.
But Alice and Melissa? They had the break room. The entirety of it. The fridges, the smoothie makers, the blenders and the snack machines, just about anything that Jenna could cram into that rapidly cramping section of the building was fuel to the fire for those two. Not to mention the minifridges underneath their desks, the complimentary donuts every morning, and their own lack of booming social lives; suffice it to say that Gordge’s philanthropy was beginning to take a toll on both of the already overfed office drones…
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”Alright guys, let’s get everybody in a good mood for lunch with today’s Foodie Friday—easily my favorite part of the week.” a deep, though distinctively feminine voice flooded the breakroom through the PA system, ”This one comes from favorite foodie Alice Gellar—love all those submissions, girl!—who suggested that I try the vanilla sheet cake from Quaker Bakers. Let’s see if she hits the mark again, shall we?”
“You know Cass… I don’t think most people consider a sheet cake—a whole sheet cake—to be lunch material.” another, decidedly lighter pitched voice spoke, “I’m starting to think that this whole Foodie Friday thing is just an excuse for you to get to pig out.”
”Oh what do you know, Marni.” Cass said through a mouthful of (what was presumably) cake, ”Ya party pooper.”
Inside the breakroom, two humongous hills of women sat plopped onto the reinforced seats that surrounded the circular tables. On one side, an overly bloated brunette easily big enough to be two or three women sat with her nose deep into an already almost empty box of pizza. On the other, a blimpy blonde as wide as most women were tall choked down cruller after cruller from the sole survivor of the earlier onslaught that had been breakfast at Gordge industries.
Their meals were mostly silent, given the intense amount of concentration that each one had to dedicate to their meals in order to feel mostly satisfied with the enormous amounts of food that they shoveled down into their stomachs, but there was still a feeling of great camaraderie between them. Despite the fact that neither of them could so much as wrap their arms around themselves anymore, much less each other, the two of them had never felt closer.
“When did Marni become such a pill?” Melissa puffed briefly as she glanced up from her meal, her breathing heavy from exertion, “I thought she was… rrrrrrp… the fun one?”
Melissa had grown into a true hog over the many months since Jenna’s initial aspirations of revamping the office had taken place. Due to the enormously enabling systems set in place, she and her friends were allowed to stuff themselves to their hearts content without much payment or second thought. Her willpower already weak, Melissa had done a wonderful job of ballooning herself into the outer regions of mobility. She was spectacularly belly-heavy, with a great swollen sack of a stomach that hung heavily in front of her whenever she walked. It spread her knees and legs apart even now, as she sat on the padded bench of the break room. She had put on a decent amount of weight in her already ample rear—enough to keep her well-padded wherever she chose to sit—but her breasts were rather small for a woman of her epic proportions. She had squeezed herself into the biggest blouse she owned, and her tailor-made khakis were beginning to cut into the equator of her gut once more. A few more lunches, just a few, and she would need to go see him again.
“Right?” Alice burbled through a mouthful of crème and sugar, “Remember when we used to hate Cass?”
Alice had grown similarly to her friend—though she was much more top heavy comparatively. Her great chest rose and fell like a fleshy empire, heaving up and down with every belabored breath the overweight worker could manage. Her face had widened and softened supremely, as had her now pillow-like arms, to the point where even her wrist had been absorbed by a stray roll of encompassing fat. She could barely reach beyond her chest at this point, given its superiority and the severe curve of her belly. Crossing her arms was, at this point, completely out of the question. Alice was far too fat to do much of anything, including see in front of herself. She usually fell behind one of her friends so that they could guide her, in addition to the fact that she was just not nearly as swift as she used to be.
They spent much of their days in the break room, binging and dishing about various things between bites or bouts of fullness, and get very little accomplished before heading home—usually with dinner as a segway between the two destinations.
“Oh I know, I used to hate her so much.” Melissa said cattily, her chins wobbling with every word, “But now Marni… you know, with how much she bitches at Cass lately, is starting to get on my shit list.”
“Ugh, I know.” Alice agreed readily with a chuckle, sending a ripple into her vast chest, “I mean, Fitness Friday was kinda cool way back when, but Foodie Friday is so much more fun.”
As they ate, filling the breakroom with the symphony that was their chewing munching and swallowing, the PA system followed in kind.
“I’m just saying Cass, it’s been an awful long time since you’ve seen your feet.” Marni teased over the intercom, ”Maybe just limit your lunches to a pound cake for a while, huh?
”Marni, the whole point of Foodie Friday is for a judgement free lunch experience.” Cass said with playful defensiveness through a mouthful of cake, ”Feelin’ pretty judged right now.”
Alice and Melissa stuffed themselves eagerly, the effects of their spectacular meals barely holding any weight against the potential stretchy capacity of their own overfed stomachs. Melissa in particular, without Alice’s penchant for things like “guilt” and “maybe I shouldn’t” and “my sister’s coming to visit” had blossomed into a truly great beast of a gut. She was an impressive specimen, completely unrepentant in filling the vast void of her belly with anything and everything she could find.
“Hey, watch it!” Alice spat as she slapped the back of her friend’s hand, forcing her to drop a pilfered pastry, “Those are mine!”
“Sorry.” Melissa said weakly, her eyes still locked on the treat, “You know how I get.”
“Yeah, hungry.” Alice plucked up her cruller, “Honestly, you’re such a piggy sometimes.”
On the other side, Alice had gone the other route with her rampant obesity. While she was mostly content in her lifestyle of eating and growing, she had plenty of times where she realized the end result of her new hobby. She wasn’t able to dissuade herself from eating any more, of course—in fact, all the extra stress caused her to eat more if anything—but she was the more remorseful between the two of them. It had always been that way, so it shouldn’t be much of a surprise that a few extra hundred pounds or so had done little to change that.
”Seriously Cass? You’re not even gonna save any for me?” Marni whined, ”I didn’t get anything last Foodie Friday either. Or the Friday before that! Throw me a bone, girl!”
”Hey, this is Foodie Friday with Cass.” Cass barked declaratively, ”You have Marni on the Street Mondays, I have Foodie Fridays. I don’t go out and bug people on the side of the road with you, do I?”
”Could probably use the exercise…” Marni grumbled
”What was that?”
“Mm… yeah.” Melissa smacked her lips, wrapping her chubby fingers around yet another slice of pizza, “What do you want for Lunch #2? Quiznos?”
“You know… I could actually go for a pound cake right about now…” Alice licked her lips greedily, “Maybe I’ll phone up Quaker Bakers…”
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