Chapter #3How far can a former athlete fall? by: hedkrakka   "Hello, Gordge Inc., how may I direct your call?"
"Hello, Gordge Inc., how may I direct your call?"
"Hello, Gordge Inc., how may I direct your call?"
Ashley's day at work had certainly become a busy one. With the end of the quarter fast approaching, it seemed anyone and everyone had to call today.
"Hello, Gordge Inc., how may I direct your call?"
"Seriously, it's like they're transferring all the calls to my phone," she thought, though she knew that wasn't true. Though she couldn't see the other secretaries, she could hear them answering and redirecting as many calls as she was. "Christ, how am I supposed to get anything else done?"
A legitimate question, as the office had frankly become a zoo. Apparently, they were down two staff members, though if rumours were to be believed, one of them had been less then useful. Also if the rumours were true, not one but both women had fattened themselves into immobility, and that was patently ridiculous.
Still, true or not (and Ashley suspected not), the girls at this office did seem to have a... shall we say, slight weight problem. Chubby seemed the norm for the majority of the staff, though there wasn't a shortage of women she could safely describe as fat. And there seemed to be at least a few who reached well beyond that title. Indeed, Ashley belonged to a small group that could be called thin without adding "by comparison" afterwards.
It wasn't hard to see at least one root cause. Ashley could see into the break room from her desk, and there were several boxes of doughnuts in there, and a steady stream of staff running in and out of the room. She was starting to see a clear divide in the compulsive snackers, as well.
The chubby ones she typically only saw once over the course of the day.
The heavier ones came by a couple times, too embarrassed to grab multiple pastries in one go, but apparently needing more then a singleton to get through the day.
The fattest ones didn't have such compunctions. Whether from sheer comfort at work or simply not caring, these women would grab multiple desserts at a time and take them back to their desks. One in particular, Melissa, was the worst, grabbing full boxes on the mail cart when she came around. She was undoubtedly the fattest woman Ashley had ever seen as well. She looked almost as wide as she was tall, and her belly hung halfway down her thighs. Her upper arms were the size of roasted hams, and jiggled mightily at the slightest provocation. Jiggle, in fact, was definitely Melissa's watch word, as each laboured movement set some part of her overfed frame into gelatinous motion. Ashley hadn't even been here a full month, and she'd swear Melissa seemed bigger and her clothes tighter in that short amount of time.
In fact, Ashley could hear her young coworker approaching now. Were her footsteps slower and her breathing louder then a month ago, or was that her imagination? Regardless, she smiled as Mel came around the corner. Mel's return smile dimpled her large cheeks, and her small wave set a substantial amount of fat into motion. "Hey newbie, how goes the fun?"
Hanging up as she finished her last call, Ashley answered, "Exhausting. I've been on the phone all day; I've literally got nothing else done."
"I hear ya," Mel said as she dropped a handful of mail on Ashley's desk. "The bosses have so much paperwork going around, I haven't even had time to sort any of it."
Ashley groaned at the new papers on her desk. "I haven't even finished yesterday's yet."
Melissa scrunched her face. "I know, it sucks, but just keep plugging away at it, you'll be fine." Mel looked down at Ashley's desk, forcing her enlarged double chin to hide her real one. "Ash, what time's your lunch break?"
Ashley looked down at her clock, and was shocked to see that it was nearly one. "Oh, damn it! I worked through my lunch hour, and it's way too late to switch with someone!" As if to rub salt in the wound, her stomach let out a soft growl, though certainly only loud enough for Ashley to hear.
Melissa rubbed her chins thoughtfully for a second before gesturing over her shoulder. "Well, it may not be your usual fare, Miss Rabbit Food, but there's plenty of doughnuts in the break room. The one manager's husband is a baker and always bringing them by. She's convinced he's trying to fatten her up, so she gives them to the staff and tells us to help ourselves. Or if that's not to your liking, there's also some pizza left over from a manager's meeting earlier in the week, and we really need to finish that off soon before it goes bad and we have to pitch it."
Ashley couldn't help but look Mel up and down once she said that, though thankfully the large girl didn't seem to notice. "That does explain a lot," she thought as the cart creaked its complaints as Mel leaned heavily upon it, half burying it under her rolls. "Thanks, but I think I'll just wait until I get home."
"Are you sure? That could be a long time away; the Sup almost always starts asking people to work late around this time of year."
"I'll chance it for now, and grab something if I don't have time for anything else."
"Alright, whatever works for ya. Anyway, I got to keep going. The mail won't deliver itself!" Mel made her way off, but not before ("Of course.") grabbing a full box of doughnuts. Ash's eyes were glued to Mel's expansive derriere as it wobbled away from her, leaving her feeling good about her decision to skip lunch rather then eat a lot of fatty foods. She knew she could never get that big, but she couldn't help but worry about her figure after being confronted with that.
"Yes, I definitely made the right choice..."
******
"That was the stupidest decision ever!"
That thought passed through Ashley's mind as she flopped down on her couch, still dressed in her work clothes. Sure enough, her supervisor had come around and asked all the employees to stay late to try and get caught up on work. Her finances were too tight to say no to overtime, so Ash had spent her evening working on data entry, meaning it was nearly ten o'clock before she got back to her apartment. She'd caved to her hunger and eaten a pair of creme horns around four, but the light pastries hadn't stay with her, so now she was absolutely starving.
Adding insult to injury, her right knee was throbbing. Her trick knee, combined with her paltry wages at the gym, had led this one-time high school basketball star to seek a career change for something more sustainable. She certainly couldn't complain about the starting wages at Gordge, "But the hours leave something to be desired."
Ashley stretched her spine, feeling a pop from several spots in her back. God, she was tired. She knew she should cook something and exercise before bed, but the thought of doing anymore right now seemed impossible. She reached over and grabbed the small stack of take-out menus from her coffee table.
"I know I shouldn't, but I really don't feel like cooking. I wouldn't be eating until after eleven if I did, anyway. Take out is fine once in awhile, I just need to make sure it doesn't become a habit."
It certainly wasn't a habit as it stood, as the bulk of the coupons were expired. Eventually, she found one that was still good. Ashley wasn't a big fan of Orange Star Pizza, as it was really, really greasy. However, it was cheap, and most importantly, they were the only place close to her building that delivered after ten. She placed her order for a large pineapple and olive pizza, and got changed out of her work duds.
The delivery guy arrived at about ten thirty, and Ashley couldn't help but smile when the poor kid's jaw dropped as she opened the door. She was a very good looking woman at twenty seven. She stood 5'7" tall, and had a great set of legs. Her toned calves and muscular thighs gave way to the gentle swell of her hips and the more considerable bulge of her heart shaped ass. Sometimes she worried that her lower half was too large to be attractive, but if the delivery guy's reaction was anything to go by, she needn't worry.
She was dressed in cargo shorts and a short t-shirt that showed off her flat belly, and did nothing to hide her 34C breasts. Her family were of Swedish descent, and her long blonde hair fell in curly locks around her shoulders. Her sparkling blue eyes and pristine white smile left the poor guy speechless, and the kid processed her order and went on his way as quickly as he could.
Ashley nearly skipped to the couch after that ego boost, and ate four slices in short order. Back when she was still playing b-ball, she'd had the biggest appetite on the team. Once she wasn't playing full time, she slowed up considerably and carefully watched what she ate. Her hunger got the better of her this time, however, and she was a little taken aback with how much and how quickly she devoured her pizza.
Now, this was the third time this month she was skipping her evening workout, and the first time she'd ordered take-out this year. "I really need to be careful. It's a slippery slope from here if I don't watch out. Still, it's just for tonight; I'll get back on my diet and start working out tomorrow."
Of course, with the temptations at and the nature of her job, that may be easier said then done...  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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