This choice: the execs organize a studio lunch with some of the employees from Gordge • Go Back... After all the dust had settled onto their new relationship with Gordge Enterprises, Cass and Marni found themselves growing more and more comfortable with all the changes that partnering with the up-and-coming company had made. Adjustments were made on both ends, one party accommodating the other on various issues, until a mutual trust was built between them. Gordge got their advertising, the Studio got its money, and Cass and Marni were free to reap the benefits that their new sponsorship provided them.
However, despite Gordge’s willingness to indulge their two local celebrities, they were finding that some things were non-negotiable…
***
“Ugh. An office party though, seriously?” Marni curled her nose as she looked out onto the rolling hillside of the local park, “Seriously—I thought these went the way of Dinosaurs and VCRs.”
“Hey, be nice.” Marty snapped at the smaller woman, who stuck out her tongue in response, “These Gordge folks are paying us a lot of money; the least you could do is sit down for a few hours, keep your trap shut, and eat some free food.”
“I’d much rather breathe the stale, recycled air of our hotbox.” Marni snarked as she crossed her arms defiantly at Marty, who made his way out into the park to mingle, “Seriously Cass, what are we, Gordge employees now?”
“I don’t know, Marn… might do us some good.” Cass said with a weak smile, her arms wrapped around her torso defensively, “You know, socialize, fresh air… get some exercise, maybe?”
Marni rolled her eyes again and stomped off in a huff, leaving Cass all by her lonesome. Once her itsy-bitsy co-host was out of sight, Cass relaxed the grip of her arms around her waist. She breathed a sigh of relief, content to finally let her breath out. She’d been holding it in since the car ride over, doing her best to flatten her tummy, but she just couldn’t take it any longer…
Hff.
Beneath the protective shielding of her arms, her waist thickened slightly as she let go of the breath she’d been holding in her chest. It was hardly noticeable, especially not with the precautions she’d taken in anticipation of going out and about today, but the extra ten pounds or so may as well have been ten thousand to Cass Morgan as she struggled to deal with her extra dough.
She’d been forced to break out a baggy pink flannel shirt for these people, and her jeans were tight as all get-out. She felt practically naked in everything else—what with that oh-so-slight belly bulge that almost nobody but her could have detected—but she hardly felt confident at all. Cass had never been more than five pounds overweight in her entire life, let alone ten. The baggy clothes did little to boost her esteem; in fact it did just the opposite, Cass felt like a whale! She should have been burning this free time shedding some pounds at the gym, not fulfilling yet another contractual obligation with these Gordge people. Every second smelling hotdogs and burgers and all that greasy, salty prepackaged food in the air was another second spent ballooning up rather than slimming down.
Cass was so self conscious in fact, so put off by the inactivity of it all, that the normally confident and sterling broadcaster found herself doing her best to shrink into the background of this event. She didn’t know anyone, nobody knew what she looked like (even if they were huge fans of the show, that was one of the perks of being a radio star!), so that gave nobody any reason to just come up and—
“O-Oh my god… a-are you…?”
Shit.
“Y-You’re Cass Morgan!” came the cries of one star-struck fan, far off to her right, “F-From the show, right? Cass and Marni?!”
“I-I, uh… I don’t…“ Cass shrank modestly before turning to face her approaching fan, whereupon she found herself at something at a loss for words, “…woah.”
Rapidly approaching from the port side was a real whale of a woman, a real chair-squasher if there ever were one. She was about as big around the belly as a beach ball, tucked into some ill-fitting casual clothes that were hardly park-going fare. She looked to have outgrown them just recently—the sly sliver of her belly threatened to pop right out of the waistband of her khakis. She had a really pretty face though, beneath all the chins, and gorgeous blonde hair that fell down to her shoulders. On her right tit, there was a nametag that said “Hello, my name is… Alice”
“Uh, yeah!” ‘Alice’ said excitedly, “Woah is right! I can’t believe you guys actually came!”
“Well, uh…” Cass did her best not to stare as Alice’s chest heaved and ho’d with every belabored breath that the quaking office fatty took, “Yeah, y’know, happy to be here.”
“Happy to have you! Y’know, it was my idea to have Gordge sponsor you guys!” Alice said proudly, taking Cass’ hand and shaking it lightly, “I-I’m just… wow. It’s so weird. My friends and I listen to you guys every day—we love your show!”
“Oh yeah?” Cass eased up slightly, coming out of her shoulders somewhat, “Well that’s really nice of you guys. Me and Marn are always happy to meet a fan.”
“Marn.” Alice snorted giddily, “Hey, me and the girls were actually just about to sit down and have something to eat, would you… I don’t know, maybe want to come say hello?”
Cass initially recoiled at the thought. The last thing she really wanted to do right now was eat, given that all she had been doing lately was scarfing down junk that Gordge sponsored. She’d had so much free food lately that the thought of any more honestly made her a little sick. But what else was she going to do; stand there all day in the sun and bake? And Alice seemed nice enough, even if she was a little overzealous…
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