Felicity heard a little gasp from the weird customer and immediately braced herself for damage control (No, ma'am, the eyeball is VERY unusual, that has NEVER happened before, I assure you).
"Ooh! Mmmf! Miss! Can you get another one of these for me, fast! Mmff!"
While the customer looked like she had never had a decent meal in her life, Felicity hadn't expected to see her absolutely tearing into her meal like a wide-eyed junkie getting her fix.
"Uh, sure thing... gee don't choke on me, lady," Felicity muttered, waddling back to the autochef.
Sally had never experienced anything like this. A lifetime of eating exquisitely prepared, ultra-gourmet meals of the finest ingredients (and frustratingly small portion sizes) had done nothing to prepare her for an encounter with the modern pinnacle of fast food development. Centuries of market research and chemical engineering had carefully refined the simple hamburger sandwich into a gateway drug for lifelong dietary addiction. The simulated beef patty was steamy and delightfully gelatinous. The cheese-type non-dairy filler was lusciously gooey. The bun... ok, even in her rapturous processed food epiphany the bun was a little too similar to the patty for her comfort. But the fries! Spears of golden brown re-hydrated potato starch and cooking oil, so salty they made her tongue sizzle in pain-pleasure! A sip of the Cola Classicola (same great taste as before the 4th Corporate Wars, new recipe!) sent her rocketing to the moon. She was literally quivering from the caffeine and artificial sweeteners as she leaned on the counter, rubbing her painfully full flat little tum as Felicity slowly waddled back with the second combo meal.
"Here you go, uh, that'll be the same price, do you want that in a takeout bag- holy shit!"
Sally pulled the fresh tray out of Felicity's hands and immediately began to scarf it all down, right there next to the register! In less than a minute it was all gone down Sally's throat, leaving the tiny woman a painfully bloated, sweaty mess, her face as red as her hair.
"Burp! Oh, so, so good..." she moaned, gingerly rubbing her swollen belly through her shirt. "Um, did you say-urp!-something about take out? What's that?"
"Uh. Takeout. To-go. You can take food home."
"Ooh! I want one combo.. NO! TWO! Two to-go, please."
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After that first frantic burger binge, Sally became a regular customer, never again approaching that same ecstatic high but eagerly eating herself past fullness every day. Starting with just lunches, she started showing up for three full meals a day, then even at odd hours in-between, always ordering multiple combo meals.
"Hey Fee-Fee!" became the signal for Felicity to queue up several combo meals all at once for the eager little glutton.
At first, Felicity was annoyed that Sally was hanging around so much, but the little weirdo was so guilelessly cute and friendly that she started to warm up to her. True, being called Fee-Fee was never gonna feel right, but it was kinda nice to have a regular who wasn't the guy who came in every Monday to barf into the toilet and order a MacEggy, hold the pseudo-egg.
All the burgers Sally was stuffing into her belly had to end up somewhere, and over the months Felicity watched as they permanently settled down into the woman's increasingly soft and capacious paunch. While Sally had increased her wardrobe to include many odd and brightly patterned tops, the old Artor shirt she wore when she first came in became a sort of benchmark for how fat she was getting. It started off as billowy and flowing as a night-gown; now her soft tan bulge of belly would occasionally peak out when she leaned or after she was finished with a burger feast. Her face was filling out and becoming round, softening her high cheekbones and hinting at a future double chin, and her small firm breasts had plumped out into cute chubby handfuls. Sally started putting streaks of color in her red hair, yellows and pinks, and on top of her tan skin she now sort of looked like a pretty nature goddess grown a little too prosperous in harvest time.
As for what kind of person Sally actually was, Felicity had no idea. Sally didn't really talk about where she was from or what she did for a living... if she did anything in between three meals and spontaneous burger snacks, that is. Felicity now had her pegged as a virgin sacrifice on the run from a luddite cult; it fit just as well as anything. She was always eager to chat about some perfectly boring mundane thing with as much enthusiasm as Felicity spent arguing about indie bands on her message board at night. Other times she was weirdly stuffy, even holier-than-thou. When the autochef flat out refused to make synth-shakes one day, Sally was livid; she was pretty cool with Felicity for a few days, but warmed back up when the shakes started flowing again and gave an excited retelling of how she almost got hit by a dumptruck the first day she moved into her apartment.
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Sally was absolutely loving her vacation. She had her own place where she could do whatever the hell she wanted, a new favorite food and even a new, real-life friend! She was still working up the courage to invite Fee-Fee over to her place, but it was soooo nice to have someone to chat with now and then who wasn't a fawning servant or some other spoiled socialite who just wanted to bang and try to mooch off some of daddy's money.
Speaking of daddy, he was so sorry that the moon project wasn't going well enough to visit (on top of the usual NAP violations any corporate venture had to sidestep, the build site was constantly under attack by pro-Union or pro-Statist guerrillas, pick your poison) but he was soooo proud of his little "grad student" that he bought her a brand-new villa on a private island in the Antarctic Archipelago just to make it up to her. Sally was able to give him a 'virtual tour' of the college campus; it was a little show poor Walter was able to cobble together, deepfaking an entire walking tour and a virtual model of a slimmer Sally that was convincing enough to pass scrutiny. She was toying with giving the chauffeur another bonus, especially since he had stopped sending messages pleading for her to come back to the penthouse more than once a week. With the wool over everyone's eyes, Sally saw no reason to truncate her little vacation in OB-city. There were too many yummy burgers to eat, after all.
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