This choice: This walk seems harder then you remember • Go Back...Chapter #4This walk seems harder then you remember by: Count Chocula   Heather Rand's office lay down a corridor past three sets of cubicles and finally on the left, on the other side was the company cafeteria. It's an easy breeze of a walk, even though you weren't at looking forward to the conversation at the end of the hall. The first step you make you half stumble, your center of mass was off from what you were used to. A sudden heaviness took hold of you that wasn't there earlier this morning. You felt a tightness along your waist where your fashionable belt held up your skirt. "Am I gaining weight!?", you thought to yourself in alarm. You hadn't changed your exercise regiment or diet recently, so shouldn't be gaining any pudge at the slightest.
You suppressed this uncomfortable thought for the time being, refocusing on the task at hand: confronting Heather Rand's pretty workplace jabs.
You arrive at the entrance of her office soon enough. The corpulent manager was seated at her desk, absent mindedly munching on a donut in her hand. Her eyes were honed in on her computer screen. Her lips curled into a smile when she heard your approach.
"Ms. Rand, I think we need to have a conversation about your behavior towards me. I'd like to settle it here between the two of us, but if I have to, I will get human resources involved."
At that point Heather got up. Heather Rand was on the taller end for a woman, at a height of 5'10, not quite matching you, but what made her huge was her immense weight. She had to be north of 400 pounds, easily taking up a door's width. Her eyes didn't glimmer blue like the ocean as yours did, they were an unassuming dull brown, behind thick glasses. Like you, she also possessed blonde hair, although in her advanced age, it was not as vibrant, just clinging on to what residual color it had left as it grayed with her increasing years. In some ways, she looked like an older, fatter version of you who failed to keep could good care of herself.
"No! Listen here Ms. Hobs", she said with venom. "You big tittied bimbos are all alike," she lowered her voice to a whisper, no doubt trying to keep the rest of the office from hearing the confrontation. "My little Kelly deserved that position, and you came in with your wily seductions tricking Mr. Summers with those giant breasts and tight, little body."
"Little Kelly?", you thought to yourself. You only saw her once, but her "little" Kelly was 300 pounds, at 5'2, she was a doughy butterball even wider than her mother because of her shorter stature. "That's not fair Ms. Rand, I am much more qualified than your daughter. I graduated college with a Bachelor in Computer Sciences, while your daughter is a first year student still taking core classes."
Heather narrowed her eyes behind her thick lenses. She turns around to her desk and lifted up a tattered looking book, a tome would be a better term for it.
"So used to gaining everything the easy way in your life Ms. Hobs because of your looks. Let's see how your life fares when you have the impediment of being fat and unattractive!"
You didn't know what she meant by that, but this conversation was getting weird and doing nothing constructive. You throw up your arms and take your leave, turning around back to your cubicle. You'd bring up Ms. Rand's irrational behavior and vindictiveness in a formal complaint to HR tomorrow.
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Back in her office, Heather Rand grinned. Her ritual spell from the book of magic was working. She could already see the spell at work, you looked slightly thicker in the middle that your clothes failed to conceal to a keen eye.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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