This choice: "Didn't we get a new intern recently?" • Go Back... “Evie?” Helen asked finally, “Didn’t we get a new intern recently?”
“Did we?”
“Yes. I’ve been putting her to work carrying communications across the office. Busy work really.” Helen touched her chin lightly, “Hannah, I believe is her name?”
“Oh yeah!” Evie’s gaunt brown face flashed of recognition, “She’s the scrawny one, right? She’s been skulking around my lab lately during her lunch. Do you think that bimbo’s got the brains to try something like that?”
“The lack of them, for sure.” Helen harrumphed, “You don’t suppose that Fräulein Hammond is… like us… do you, leibest?”
“Oh no.” Dr. McCarthy chuckled evily, a sadistic smile that sat too wide on her slender face slowly spreading from ear to ear, “No one is like us.”
Dr. Schwartz was a small woman. Portly, with round welcoming features. However, when the need arose, she was capable of so very much more. The flames that flickered in her eyes shone brighter and burned hotter than hellfire, and with good reason. Helen was the best she was at what they did, and it might be time to work their way out of their little slump. A certain intern was in need of correction.
“You are so very right.” Helen said with a small, but horrifying smile, “Let us instruct our young friend in such regards, yah?”
***
Over the next few weeks, Helen allowed herself to indulge. She was already a bit on the stocky side; her short stature and a taste for both German and Hispanic foods had left her at a pleasingly plump two hundred and thirty pounds before all this had started. However, using her vast control over her own mind, Helen made the necessary adjustments to her appetite. She could eat whatever she wanted (and in such quantities!), and she got to kick back a little to allow her newest project to do the heavy lifting. Admittedly, getting to kick her feet up and snack while bossing around her newest charge was quite enjoyable. Within that time, results were showing.
“Oh, I am such a terrible boss.” Helen said in a put-on sort of voice. The kind she used when talking to children. It was especially German, playing up her foreign status, “Lazing around all day while I stuff mein bauch.”
The chubby-chasing intern could only react inwardly as she watched the chubby woman stroke her bloated belly. Hannah Hammond had been subverting her boss’s every attempt at exercise for the past few weeks—she’d barely let Dr. Schwartz lift a finger for herself, and it was finally coming full circle. Combined with the appetite stimulants she’d been slipping into her coffee every morning and ensuring that every meal she gophered back to her office was full and rich in carbs, fats, and sugars, Hannah couldn’t have been more satisfied with herself. Dr. Schwartz must have put on thirty pounds by now.
“Hannah?” the tiny blue-haired woman purred, “Are you listening?”
“What? Of course!” Hannah snapped back to attention, her eyes diverting from the shy smile of pale blubber showing from underneath her blouse, “It’s no trouble at all, Helen.”
“Dr. Schwartz.” Helen corrected, “But aside from your familiarity, I am quite pleased with your internship so far. You have taken such a load off of mein shoulders…”
Hannah smiled, her tongue running along the inside of her teeth. She couldn’t wait until Dr. Schwartz was as big as Polluck was back home. They had so much in common—a little older, short, overworked. It was only a matter of time before the same strategy that pinned Polluck down behind her desk in blubber would do the same to the good doctor here. Hannah could just feel it. Today, Dr. Schwartz was cresting north of what had to have been two hundred and fifty pounds. By the end of her internship? Who knew how big that tiny little chair squasher could get?
“That is to say, I think you deserve a treat.” Helen smiled insidiously, very mindful of Hannah’s inner monologue that played plain as day across her face, “You are doing such a wonderful job, and I simply insist you order us something yummy.”
“U-Us?” Hannah smiled, “Of course! I’ll just… you know, I’ve got to—”
“Ach, I insist. Take the night off!” Helen’s wolfish grin making Hannah feel the slightest bit uneasy, “I won’t take a bite if you don’t enjoy it with me.”
Hannah gulped. But eventually, she complied.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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