This choice: Before you decide, another employee comes in! • Go Back... You don't even have the time to open your mouth to respond when the sound of a door handle opening jerks your attention away. Anna instantly snatches you off the table and holds you within the fleshy confines of her fist while she stares at the door. She put her hand behind her back, hoping to hide you even more from the unwelcome presence.
"Anna, hurry it up in here, we need you out on the floor!" said a feminine voice. You had no way of telling who it was while trapped in your friend's hand, but she knew right away. It was her bitchy manager, Angela. Angela was an obese woman in her 40s, her hair was shoulder length and brown with green eyes. She was also the bane of all the employee's existences. She loved making their jobs harder while she sat on her ass most of the day. The few times she actually got up during the day was to give someone a hard time, like interrupting their break or knocking items off shelves with her fat ass. But the worst part of all was when she yelled at someone. Her bad breath was legendary, her crooked yellow teeth indicating she hates to brush.
While most days she was an annoyance, today she was a horrible problem. "Angela, I've still got six minutes on my break" she said through gritted teeth. Wow, she was pissed.
"I don't want to hear that crap, who told you that you could take a break anyway, huh?!"
"The law did when I've been working for four hours."
"Is that so? According to when I clocked you in, you've only been working for one hour..."
"What?! You can't do that!"
"I. Just. Did. Hey...what are you hiding behind your back?!" Uh-oh. "Are you trying to steal something from MY store?!" she accused. Which was ironic, given all the food and candy she stole everyday. She threatened to fire anyone that tried to tell on her.
Suddenly, the large woman lunges forward and grabs Anna's arm! She tries to pull away, but Angela is far too strong for the scrawny Anna.
"Open your hand, let's see what you're stealing..."
"NO!" she screamed. She tried to pull her arm away, but the woman's grip was rock solid. Using her free hand, she started trying to pry open her fist.
"Oh you are SO FIRED FOR THIS!" she yelled. A blast of Angela's rotten breath caused her to gag, loosening her grip! Her obese fingers slowly started to open Anna's bony fist.
'I can't let Angela find Mary...there's no telling what she would do to her! Only one thing to do then...I can always try to find her later...' she thought.
During this entire ordeal, you only heard muffled screams and felt violent jerks from outside your prison. You have no idea what's going on until you see a fat finger worm its way into the fist next to you and slowly pry open Anna's hand. Someone was trying to get to you! But Anna did something completely unexpected, she opened her hand all the way and jerked her arm with enough force to send you flying! The sheer G-force was about to knock you out, and your last conscious thought was about how you were flying towards a fat woman...
"Aha!" Angela exclaimed...only to find that Anna's hand was empty! "What the hell is this?!"
"I never said I was hiding anything" Anna responded defiantly. Angela's face heated up to a dark red at the humiliation of being tricked by some punk kid. She grabbed her radio and practically screamed into it.
"Al, break room, NOW!" Less than a minute later, a security guard came in. "Al, take this FORMER-employee out of my store. She isn't allowed to even step foot in here again!"
"Yes ma'am..." he said reluctantly. Anna didn't resist when Al put his hand on her shoulder and egan guiding her out. But she looked down and saw a bruise begining to from on her arm where Angela had grabbed her.
"This isn't over you fat pig! I'm going to police after this, you can't treat people like this!"
'Mary...I promise I'll be back...and I'm sorry...' she thought as Al led her away.
Angela pulled up a chair and sat down at the break table while letting out a deep sigh. She couldn't actually get in trouble for that, right? All she really needed was a good excuse, like...like... Her train of thought was interrupted by an enormous moan from her huge belly.
"Hehe, can't think on an empty stomach..." She said out loud. With a lot of effort, she managed to get up, lock the break room door (there's no way in hell she'll let someone ruin HER 3rd lunch break) and went to the fridge. She noticed a container of pasta marked "Annabelle." Perfect. She placed the container in the microwave for a few minutes and sat back down. The room filled with a horrible odor as she removed her shoes and socks while placing her feet up on the table.
"Ah, it's good to be the boss..."
Meanwhile, on a smaller scale...
You begins to stir awake for the first time after being launched. The last thing you remember was being flung towards a brown haired woman that looked heavy enough to fit a normal sized person in her stomach!
"Ah, it's good to be the boss..." you hear. You suddenly begin to realize that you are surrounded by flesh. Everything is dark, but your surroundings are...   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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