This choice: The following morning, Lana is ready to work! • Go Back...Chapter #5Funny Money by: Unknown Lana zipped up the front of her silvery-white jumpsuit. The outfit clung tightly to her slightly curvy figure, showing off the subtle roundness of her hips. Unfortunately, the jumpsuit also showed off the roll of pudge that settled on her waistline during her period of unemployment. Checking herself out in the mirror, she laughed at her reflection. The space-age-esque jumpsuit along with her bright pink hair certainly made her look like someone who worked at a candy factory laboratory.
"So, what are we working on?" Lana asked as she walked into the Marshmallow Room.
Dr. Rounds gestured for her from one of the lab tables. As Lana approached her, she saw a tray with several small, brightly colored marshmallows. Aside from their pale pink and blue and yellow color, they didn't look like anything different Lana would get from a supermarket.
"This is Project X2L," Hannah began. "Or Expandos, as the dorks up in Marketing would have me call them. Go ahead. Try one!"
"Are they…you know, safe to eat?" Lana asked cautiously as she picked up a pale blue marshmallow the size of a dime.
"Yes! Of course! Some adjustments need to be made but they are almost ready for the shelves! See for yourself!"
Lana popped the otherwise unassuming treat into her mouth. "Alright, if you maffph shoff." The girl was caught off guard. The moment the mallow touched her tongue, it expanded and liquefied. Instantly, Lana's mouth was filled with sugary marshmallow creams so much so that some was squeezing out from her lips. She put a hand to her mouth, trying to stop the sudden sugary onslaught from embarrassing her further. Hannah laughed at Lana, but but by bit, she swallowed down the marshmallow cream that had exploded into her mouth.
"What the hell was that?!" Lana said after several minutes of chewing and swallowing.
Hannah laughed again. She handed Lana a bottle of water, and the pink-haired girl guzzled from it. "Fun, is it? Each…Expando…is actually a dozen marshmallows in one, packed together tight at a microscopic level. The enzymes in human saliva break the bonds that keep them bundled up, and….poof!"
Lana drank down the rest of the water. "Amazing, but what more needs to be done with it?"
"Either I need to delay the dissolution phase so everything isn't so, you know, sudden, or reduce the overall volume. Probably the former," said Hannah.
"Why?"
"You were barely able to eat one and you're an adult. Imagine giving one to a kid. Smaller bodies mean smaller mouths, and were they sold in their current state we would hear tons of complaints from parents saying that our product ruined their children's clothing and furniture," replied the Doctor.
"Oh, well. I guess that makes sense," agreed Lana. "I would be pretty pissed if I found my kid with marshmallow all down the front of his shirt."
"Exactly!" Hannah went to another table and grabbed a notebook. She opened it to a page filled with notes and chemical symbols. "That yellow one, try it please, Lana. The di-hydrel carbohydrate structures is that one is a bit tighter, so it should release later according to Benthal's Law of Substrate Reactions…"
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That Friday evening, Lana was changing out of her jumpsuit. She caught a glimpse of herself on the stall's mirror and groaned. "Not even a week here and I'm already looking like a marshmallow…" she groaned. If each Expando really was a dozen marshmallows packed into one, then Lana estimated she ate just over two thousand marshmallows in the past week. And it showed. The small roll of pudge that was her stomach had inflated into an undeniable gut, a blob of pale and soft belly fat that poked out nearly eight inches in front of her. The mass strained her favorite flannel shirts. Even the biggest one she had was difficult to button around her gut, leaving spots of pasty flesh sticking out between the buttons.
Lana twisted her hips and sighed at the reflection of her rear. "Scratch that. I look like three marshmallows…" While her butt had always been on the slightly larger side, her cheeks each had swollen up with an inch of lard in just one work week. Small, perky buttcheeks now were soft doughy blobs. Her blue panties barely contained her butt, the bottoms of her cheeks slipping out from underneath the tight fabric. Lana reached back and tugged to blue material out from her cheeks to get rid of her almost perpetual wedgie.
She dressed, barely able to button her jeans and shirt, and made her way out of the factory and to the parking lot.
"Lana! Wait!" the girl heard Dr. Rounds holler. She was running down the hallway towards Lana with a white envelope in her hand. "You almost left without your paycheck!"
"Oh, oops. Thanks." Lana grabbed the envelope from Hannah and tore it open. "Look, I'll tell you think now so you won't have to hear it from Tammy, but I'm going to have to qu…" Her speech ground to a halt.
Hannah looked concerned. "Something wrong?"
The paycheck in her hand was for $3,775. "Umm, sorry. But yeah. I got someone else's paycheck."
Hannah took it back and examined it, checking the salary and deductions sections of the paystub. "Oh, I'm sorry. I forgot to mention that first paychecks are usually a few hundred dollars less because, you know, insurance application fees and all that. But it's otherwise right!"
"It…it can't be! There's no way I'm getting nearly four grand a week to be a taste taster!" Lana argued. The girl had worked many jobs in her lifetime, and this would best the best paying of them all. Four grand a week would be life-changing money for Lana who spent much of her life living paycheck to paycheck. But there was no way that even a wealthy candy like Expansive Candy would shell out much for a taste tester.
"True. But you're getting paid nearly four grand a week to be a lab assistant!" Hannah shoved the paycheck back into Lana's hand. "Anyway, what were you going to tell me?"  | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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