The Bianchi family. Although their center of control was a hour away in the city of Trussel, their hands certainly had control all over the state of Massachusetts. The family was big after all, and in more ways than power alone. That being said, their wide hips certainly were now edging into the city that the Fordham household resided itself in.
Reagan however knew none of that, and when she saw a job advertising a easy job at a franchise of the pizza place she had just gotten pizza from, it was a easy choice for her.
"Oh hell yeah, this is just going to equal free pizza isn't it? Easiest choice of my life..."
Taking her time to write a resume, Reagan took to careful work having Ixchel helping in making her life seem more impressive, getting the girl to help by helping her in turn with some battle royale game. They weren't particularly her thing, but Ixchel knew what worked well in a resume so she sucked her pride up for a short while just to get things through.
"And... that should be it. Hopefully this helps you get the job at Giovanna's. And hey, if you do manage to get hired there, could you..."
"Yeah, yeah... I'll make sure to bring you home a slice from time to time." Reagan relented, as she looked through the papers. "This looks perfect by the way, just... next time can I just pay you instead of having to play that Valorant crap? That stuff is just too confusing..."
"Don't worry, next time we can take it a bit easier. There's always Mario Kart-"
And Reagan was already gone. She had what she came here for, and now it was straight off to the pizza place to send out her application. The next morning, she drove straight off to the joint with papers in hand, holding with her the hopes that she'd be brought on board into this pizza chain. All she needed was a foot in the door, and hopefully the resume was enough once she was able to attain that.
"Hey, excuse me! Are you still hiring?"
Standing at the counter, Reagan handed her papers to the beanpole-looking woman at the counter. Looking over the papers, she took a few seconds to confirm the details, before asking a question.
"...These papers look legit. And you are in luck, the boss is here, right in the back. If you have the time, would you like an interview now?"
"Hell yeah! Let me at her!"
"Woah, careful with the enthusiasm." The tall yet incredibly thin-looking woman stated. "Too much energy and she might not take kindly with you. Now follow me..."
Following this woman behind the counter, Reagan walked her way through the kitchen and all the way to a back area within the pizzeria, which was separated from the rest of the building by what could only be described as one of the fanciest looking wooden doors within the city. Once she was within the office, she took a look around and-
"Ahem, you there. You're Reagan Durant, correct? The person my subordinate Vanesse just brought in?"
Turning her head immediately to the source of the voice, Reagan saw Giovanna Belachi herself, sitting down in not one, not two but three different chairs. From the face on the box Reagan was expecting some thin bombshell with some expensive tastes... but this woman was HUGE. Like, legitimately huge in both size and appetite.
Just her ass alone approved the adage of the the Bianchi Curse, a brand of genetics that predisposed the women of the family to growing big and fat, especially in their lower halves. Each cheek was big enough to completely fill a seat, while her tree trunk legs left no space whatsoever, which meant everywhere she walked she was scraping her legs together.
Her belly, although empty at the moment was similarly massive. Divided into three separate layers, the bottommost one managed to peek out from beneath her suit, while the other two folds struggled greatly within the suit. From Reagan's perspective, it was as if the suit would've popped if she had managed to get full, which begged to question why she would ever wear such a ill-fitting suit.
Thankfully for the suit, her breasts did not add to that struggle, being pretty soft but still managing to be short. Still, for every pound that didn't go to her breasts went everywhere else, with seeping arm fat, a doughy double chin among other folds of fat all across her body.
Truly, this woman was fatter than anything she had ever seen. And she caried that weight in pride.
"Don't worry, your talking to the real Giovanna Belachi. My cousin may own the greater family chain, but I think my own pizza business is nothing to laugh at... right?"
"Cousin?" Reagan asked, confused.
"Eh... doesn't really matter. What does matter though is this resume. Look at this, you certainly do have a talent in talking people into sales! Have you participated within the marketing business before or something?"
"Y-yeah..." Reagan said, lying out of her ass. "And what a business it has been!"
"Your cooking credentials could use work though... Still, I am very impressed in what you are capable of! Tell me, what hours are you available for, Ms. Durant?"
"Well... any day so long as it isn't on a Monday or Friday. Besides that, I can work absolutely any night, up until midnight."
"Ah, I see... yes, this will work very well, Ms. Durant. We can have you start tonight. Would you care for a free pizza?"
"Mmmmm...- err uh... yes! Of course!"
"Oh, you are so going to fit in. Aside from my lovely Vanesse, all of us here are of a firm believer in the enjoyment of food... in fact, we even share a special sort of pizza, just for us members. Let me show it for you..."
Watching the gargantuan Bianchi woman rise from her seat, Reagan saw her waddle on out, and be out there for around 25 minutes before coming back out with a rather large pizza box. Last she checked, a large pizza from the chain was around 18 to 20 inches across. From what she could estimate, this was probably around 34 inches in length.
"W-woah..."
"Yeah, I know. It's usually reserved for catering, but to ensure the happiness of our employees, so long as you work at least 6 hours a day you will be provided one of these bad boys. You can have some for dinner and, provided there's some left in the morning you can have it as a pick me up!"
"Wait, are you implying some of ya are able to eat these things in one sitting!?"
"Well, I am at least! I don't know about the rest. I know for certain Vanesse can't!"
For a moment, Reagan paused a bit. She was able to clear a regular sized pizza normally... but this was a different story. Still though, the smell coming from it was incredible, and as soon as she opened it, she recognized it as her personal favorite: a Meat Lovers Pizza. Even if she found it to be difficult to explain to Audrey... she couldn't just deny such a thing.
"Is... it on the house for today?"
"If you want it at least!"
"I'll take it."
Taking a hold of the box, Reagan rose from the seat and left the room, her thoughts still racing. This... certaily was the dream job, but she couldn't let Audrey find out. She'd need to get rid of the boxes as soon as she got the pizza out of them, and make sure that she never found out about this catering option. But if she played her cards right, it was effectively free pizza for as long as she worked.
And for her, that was the dream life.
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"Is she gone?"
"Yes, Ms. Belachi..."
Sighing in relief, Giovanna raised a hand upward for her direct subordinate's and brought her down for a passionate embrace. While Vanesse was a mere cashier on the public surface, in a more private sense the two were very much lovers, which is what lead her to heading away from Trussel to this smaller city. Her parents didn't much approve of gay relationships after all, and she wasn't sure of how accepting the big boss Gina would be either.
At the very least, the fact that she was a member of the actual Bianchi family at least meant she held some power. And right now, she was working to expand that power by hiring everyone she could. In this sort of way, she used both legal and illegal fronts.
But today was different. Today she had found the special one.
"I must say, I have never seen one with a gift of talking like Reagan Durant. This much credentials from a mere college degree? She'll do well in the Bianchi business..."
"At first maybe..." Vanesse said, a bit more realistic on the matter. "But she seemed drooling at the prospect of such a big pizza. She's gonna balloon up under your business."
"To be fair, that's how I prefer my employees. They may not be as embracive and dexterious as you are, but their soft exteriors are perfect for making people underestimate how clever they are..."
"Awww, you make me blush..."
"Anyhow, tomorrow is a Wednesday, which will mark her first day of work." Taking a bite from her own special pizza after releasing Vanesse from a loving grip, she took to reclining on her seat as she thought of the future. "Once that comes, I'm sure we'll get her right in place. I'm sure she'll excel in a cashier position right next to you!"
"Well... I trust your decision at least. Now, you want to feed yourself, or how about we save this pizza for later when your undressed?"
Hearing that last sentence, Giovanna blushed heavily as she immediately understood what her girlfriend was thinking. "Ohohoho, Vanesse you impress me so much with how sexy you're thinking. C'mon, help me out the door so we can walk down the street and to my house. We can do it on the couch."
"Of course, my beloved."
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