"Why... Why did I let myself get in this predicament again..."
Getting up from a long sleep, Katrina Blackwell would slowly rise from her deeply indented bed, in her lowly Downtown apartment building. Having been cut off from her mother's wealth as soon as she dropped out of Stuffington, she was currently all alone, without even her own Brat Pack to keep her company. What's worse was the fact that she had to actually work for a living, just to pay the rent for both herself and her roommate.
Looking around, it seemed that her roommate had already left for his job already. From what she could remember, his job was some sort of plumbing business, but she could barely remember her name and honestly didn't care for him. Thankfully, she thought, now that she had the house to herself, maybe she could have some time to properly get ready for work.
Going into the bathroom of her apartment, Katrina would take a long, slow shower, letting the hot water flow down her huge hips and gigantic gut. Getting out of the shower and wrappping herself in a couple of towels (one for each thigh, another for her upper body), she would stand on her bathroom scale, to check her own weight. Normally she wouldn't care, but she had been told by her boss Mo to keep track so that she maybe could lose some weight.
"Hmm... still 372... well at least I didn't gain anything from last week..."
Slowly getting dressed in her barista's outfit, Katrina would eventually leave, getting into a carpool with her other fellow baristas on the way to work.
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Arriving at work in her outfit, Katrina would look and see that Mo, as usual, was frantically serving coffee with one hand, while also perpetually eating a cinnamon roll from the nearby bakery with her other hand.
"Hey boss, had a hard time sleeping yesterday, but-"
"Yeah Katrina, can you wait to talk until after breakfast rush is over? I'm really busy, and I gotta make sure all these orders are satisfied! Can't have anyone be left without a drink of coffee or a freshly made bagel!"
"Fine..." Fuming a bit, Katrina would angrily sigh before clocking into work and stepping behind the counter. Today she was on coffee-making duty, which meant she was in charge of making sure that the machine was always pumping out cups of coffee for customers, no matter what.
As the day ran on...
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