Claire paused as the elevator slid away, taking her tormentor with it. Yet, of course, the damage had already been done. Her chest heaved with suppressed sobs, and she didn't know how much longer she could quiet herself. She looked left and right for her new office, finding them to the right. Her great belarded legs jiggled her towards the hallway, a short walk away for a normal-sized person.
But, of course, as Haley had made blatantly clear, Claire was no normal-sized person. As hard as her legs worked to carry her and as much as her mammoth gut jiggled with each step, it was hard for her to conceive that, for a little while, she had been at a healthy weight. She could walk for a mile and not get winded. Despite how long she had spent as an obese woman, she managed to lose the weight and live life at a normal weight.
But her eating habits had banished all that. All of the beer and pizza now hung from her waist, her arms, her legs, her chest which even now heaved not just with tears but with the strain of pulling her cart and walking towards the restroom. She drew deep breaths as she tried to bring some precious oxygen to her lungs, her sheer blubbery mass drawing strain for just walking a few short steps. The life-powering muscle that was her heart continued to strain at the task of hauling over 400 pounds of woman towards her new offices, beating away through layers of visceral fat that even now began to choke it.
Within them, she heard the clicking and clacking of fingers on keyboards just slightly over her breath and slight sobs. She heard them come to a stop as Hannah spoke, "Is that Claire?" Two pairs of feet, one presenting a few slight 'thunks' and the other pair causing a ponderous 'thud, thud, thud' on the cheap flooring. Emerging from the doorway was Hannah, still technically obese, but trim compared to 300-pound Dana, who emerged beside her.
The question rang in Claire's head whether they were drawn to the hallway by her sobs, her scarily heavy breathing, or the rumbling THUD, THUD, THUD's that her steps created, managing to make Dana's weighty waddling comparatively clandestine.
Claire's heart lifted a bit as her gal-pals rushed to her and gave her a hug. Between the two of them, they were able to each hug about a third of her heft, with a span of her back still being unreached by either's arms as Hannah squealed, "Claire! My GIRL, get over here!"
The massive woman patted her thinner friend on the back, which was still soft to the touch with fat. "Don't... squeeze too hard... need'a breathe." Hannah politely obliged with a chuckle, "Can you blame me? Blonde Bitchie's had us cut off for forever!"
She hauled Claire within the common room, almost a perfect replica of the one Claire had just left as Dana wheeled in the monument to gluttony that was the food cart. For a moment, her face took on a mildly bemused form as she found the blatant culprit for Claire's failure in the weight loss competition. And yet, Claire's oncoming tears were a clear signal that this was not the time for even a friendly ribbing.
"I fuckin'..." Claire began, pausing as a sob broke her cadence, "...hate, hate that bitch." She took a moment to let a few more sobs come from her chest. Hannah rubbed her hunched-over back as she pulled herself to a careful seat at the table, unable to take the time through her tears to note the upgraded quality of these chairs. They were wider than the tiny and constricting things downstairs, wide enough for Claire to sit comfortably in with a few inches to spare between her love handles and the armrests.
There's a name for this kind of a chair - a bariatric chair. It seemed as though someone had given in to the fact that the inhabitants of the new Fat Alley were just that - fat. Yet all that Claire could think of was the raw abuse that she had just taken.
"She fuckin' caught me while I was moving here, and trapped me in the elevator and just..." She paused, taking a breath through a few sobs, "Just told me off, told me that I was a fuckin' fat slob, that I used to be skinny and I let it all go. And I knew she was right, 'cause how else would I put on like, 60 pounds in 8 months?"
As if to emphasize the point, Claire reached for a snack from the middle of the table, her hand coming to rest on a light-calorie pastry bar. She seemed to realize what she had grabbed, and in an act of surrender, put the healthy option back as she spoke, "Han, couldja hand me a bag of chips?" Hannah nodded as she passed the whale-like woman some chips. Seemingly in solidarity, Dana reached for some herself. "Well, fuck that blonde whore anyways. You're back with your gals, and she can't break us up so easily again, huh?"
Claire sniffled a bit as she took a second to chew, adding to her girth as she nodded, "Yeah, we're back together, ain't we?" The healthy snacks remained neglected for the remainder of the reunion meeting, as the group commiserated over trans fats.
"Least she sprang for these chairs, though," said Dana. "Since we put the pounds back on, I can't remember the last time I was this comfy." Claire nodded, "Bet she put these up here with a barb, though. Han chuckled a lightly venomous chuckle, "Of fucking course. I was working while the guys were bringing them in, and she literally said, "Oh, the fat chairs? Yeah, put 'em in that room."
Dana chortled as she spoke, "Any louder and the rest of the floor would hear her."
Finally, Claire managed to raise a mild chuckle after swallowing, "She would call 'em fat chairs right there in the middle of the office, wouldn't she?"
The reunion, though bitter at the interference of Haley, did prove sweet. No more of Robyn's nagging, even if it meant Dani's sweetness was gone. A side effect of her re-entry, however, was a marked change in the snack bowl in the common room. The healthy snacks that seemed to be Dana and Hannah's secret to staving off the pounds were replaced with a new slate of Claire's favorite fattening treats. Hannah could still be seen munching on the remainders of the healthy snacks as she seemed to try to balance her social eating with her weight loss.
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