Greg rushed to put on his pants and shirt, neither one of them fit that well. His gut had been growing lately and his love handles peeked and oozed over the top of his pants.
The crotch of his pants dug into him, and his belt was cutting him in half. The last couple buttons of his shirt were a pain to fasten but he had no time to stop.
Greg hopped in his car, kissed his wife, ate a piece of toast and headed to work; meanwhile his stomach growled for a more substantial meal.
He got to his office and started his traditional work routine. He steadily worked on some papers, did some errands for the boss, and indulged himself in the spare donuts around the office.
His office was always abundant with donuts, never one out of site. Partially because most of his co-workers had girth much like Greg.
He was helping himself to another donut when he was tapped on his shoulder by…
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