As the entire office prepared to go to lunch a choir of groans and creaks could be heard as numerous desk chairs were relieved of the hundreds of flabby pounds belonging to the gluttonous office blimps, struggling to lift their wide inflated rears. Christina watched as her coworkers slowly made their way out of the office. The numerous office fatty’s carefully maneuvered themselves through the sea of desks, looking like the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day parade. After exiting the office they entered the elevator 2 at a time. This was because A: they didn't want to exceed the elevators weight limit, and B: there wasn't enough room for three women of so much thick rolling fat.
Finally the parade of flesh (and Christina) made its way to the food court. The place was heaven for most members of the office. Chinese food, Pizza, Mexican food, Burgers, Bakery, Ice cream, Fried chicken, the food court covered all of the main food groups of the modern obese office whale. Just the smell of the food court would add five pounds to the normal human being. It was truly a fattening sanctuary. A temple of worship for those with appetites like Courtney, Melissa, and Jenna. It was like fat girl Disney world. Of course the food court couldn't have become the gluttonous shrine it was if not for the heavy funding it had received over the years from the offices bloated babes.
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