This choice: Tammy brings in the new products, Lana's first day is uneventful... • Go Back...Chapter #3First day on the job, not much to say by: Rubarbstreet   Tammy went to get the samples while a cleaning person came and scraped the marshmallow substance of the table. She gave Lana a strange look, first like she was questioning why she was there, and then with an obvious glance at her stomach like it all made perfect sense. Jeez, I'm not huge or anything, Lana thought, and tugged on her shirt a little.
Tammy returned, bright eyed and exuberant as before, with an encased cart and a clipboard with with a thick set of papers in there. They were grading sheets for the candles, complete with spaces to further elaborate on each criteria. Fortunately it looked self-explanatory; outside texture, interior texture, consistency, taste, aftertaste, smell, etc. They were all graded on a ten point scale.
"Since you read your packet you should have no problem filling these out," Tammy handed Lana the clipboard.
"Heh, yeah, no problem at all." She saw a weird entry at the bottom. "Side effects?"
Tammy giggled wildly, "Oh, you know, just in case. It's why we need a tester after all. When you applied you said you didn't have any allergies, is that right?"
"Only sugar."
Tammy looked shocked, and then burst out laughing much more than Lana's joke warranted. Shaking her head, Tammy pushed a button on the cart, causing the lid to slide open with a hiss. There were a dozen rectangular chocolate bars inside, all perfectly ordinary looking. Tammy sniffed. From the scent alone she could tell they were high quality.
"Very rich," Tammy said. She saw the samples marked A, B, C, and so on. "So should I fill out everything?"
"Everything you can think of! We need all the data we can to make the perfect candy. Today we're testing a new marshmallow chocolate bar. We use only the purest ingredients and each recipe here is slightly different."
"Okay, I guess I'll start then..."
"Eat slowly now, take it all in. Plus, you don't want to get full too fast or it's going to be a really long day," Tammy's head bobbed with excitement. Lana gave her an odd look. This woman either loved her job so much it was creepy or she was eating way too much of the candy.
The job wasn't quite as simple as Lana imagined, but it was also nowhere near as complicated as the long, detailed forms made it out to be. At first she tried being perfectly precise with her grading and descriptions. Tammy looked pleased with that, noting on her own clipboard.
While not exciting work, Tammy was starting to get into it a little. Two candy bars in she started thinking she was like some kind of low level candy tasting expert. Like those wine aficionados, but with candy. They took a break at once point, and Lana went to the cafeteria to get some lunch while Tammy went off on her own. She was feeling full from the candy but knew she should eat some real food. Being out of work for a few months had already taken a greater toll on her figure than she liked, if she wasn't careful this job would do worse.
After lunch, it was more of the same. It wasn't a job Tammy would want to do forever, but it beat office work and paid better than most, too. Plus, the candy was all so good. Even if she was eating slight variations of the same marshmallow chocolate bar today, she didn't get tired of it. It was all good without being so rich it was sickening. She could appreciate this gourmet candy. Lana didn't appreciate, however, how by the end of the day she could no longer suck her little tummy in. If it oozed out over hear jeans and tightened her shirt the way it did whenever she sat down or forgot to suck in.
"We can call it a day," Tammy said. She hadn't lost her excited attitude the entire day. "How are you liking the work so far?" Tammy walked with Lana as she left the building.
"I think I'm going to like it. I never had gourmet candy like this before. Except now I feel like my stomach is stuffed with marshmallows,"
Tammy looked concerned. "What? It does? Does it feel like, um, like anything is moving? Or growing?"
"Uh, no, I'm just full," Lana gave her stomach a pat. It still jiggled a little but was full. If she still had her flat stomach the food baby would be obvious.
Tammy breathed a sigh of relief. "Oh, haha, of course!" And then, she gave Lana's tummy a pat. Lana blushed, her stomach groaned in response. Tammy looked embarrassed herself. Lana very nearly slapped Tammy away. Her gain, especially that belly bulge, was a sore spot for her and she got enough teasing about it from her roommate as it was. But Tammy probably didn't mean anything by it. When she gave Lana a crushing hug as she said bye, Tammy chalked it up to Tammy being an overly-friendly, overly-enthusiastic person.
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Lana couldn't wait to get home and relax. Her job was easy but it still left her tired. Rachel was making herself dinner, a typically healthy meal. Lana used to eat that nice, healthy food herself before she lost her job. She could no longer afford to pitch in and would up, for the first time in her life, consisting mostly on junk food. She used to look like Rachel, slim and petite and perfectly trim. Now her hips had an obvious flair, her butt was noticeably wider, and of course her stomach pooched out. Lana was right on the verge of outgrowing most of her clothes. Her loose clothing she liked now fit her like it was meant to be form fitting.
"How's work at the candy factory?" Rachel asked.
"Boring but delicious. But it'll pay the bills."
"Thank god for that," Rachel flashed Lana a pleased look, a welcome change from the critical stares she'd been getting from her roommate lately. "I'm making dinner, you want some?"
Normally that would be a strong yes, except Lana was still stuffed from eating candy all day. Still, Rachel's fine healthy cooking would-and should-be the way Lana could cap off a day of eating.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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