Rico thought for a moment, glaring at Jackson, and noticed Jackson's pudgy belly pressing against his Rico's Surf Shack t-shirt. "Alright, Jackson...You're right that it does go to waste, but there's always some food in the trash cans even after you apparently snack on it. If you're gonna eat the leftovers, you might as well really eat them all," Rico reasoned.
"Well, I do get full...and I didn't want you to notice, so I made sure some food made it into the trash," Jackson admitted, with a bit of shame about keeping the secret.
"In that case...I am officially adding this to your job description. I order you to eat all the leftover food that normally gets thrown in the trash," Rico decided. Jackson started to protest, but Rico cut him off and said, "I don't care if you get full. If there is food left at the end of the day, you have to eat it. It's part of your job that I am paying you for. No exceptions."
Jackson looked around at the food still lying around the place, put a hand on his belly and considered that he still had some room to fit the food. "Okay, Rico...I'll get right on that," Jackson sighed before he resumed eating. Rico decided to stick around for a few more minutes to make sure Jackson didn't slack off on his newest tasks, and though he won't admit it, he liked watching Jackson's fat ass as he bent over the counter to eat.
Rico smirked and thought to himself, Those pants will only grow tighter...and the shirt won't be able to cope for much longer, either.
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