Haley was squeezed into the largest booth at Big Daddy’s with her high school BFF. The table bit into her massive gut as if her belly was trying to eat the slab of particleboard. Her top roll spilled over and took up what little real estate was left after six combo plates and a platter of loaded fries that mostly went into Haley’s mouth.
“I think you order even more whenever it’s my turn to pay. I didn't even know Big Daddy's had burgers with three patties...”
“They’re the best. And come on, I had eight combos on Wednesday.”
Haley took a bite that made up almost a quarter of the massive burger, chili oozing from the bun to –plop– onto the series of napkins she’d laid over her massive chest in preparation for her ‘study snack.’
Courtney watched her BFF inhale burger after burger, as if seeing the balance in her bank account drain into the immense brunette and wondering how she'd let herself get talked into alternating paying with her behemoth bestie. Dropping her fork to the huge fry platter she found nothing but crumbs and some hardened cheese sauce.
“Hey, can we get another order of bacon cheese fries?”
In between bites they chatted about the homework Courtney still had to do, and Courtney wondered vaguely when her air-headed friend had gotten so sharp. Granted, she still couldn’t do basic arithmetic to save her life, but when had she learned so much about business economics?
After Courtney left, Haley climbed into her special 'disability' van and fired it up. The vehicle had its normal seats removed and replaced with a single bench set somewhat further back than a normal driver's seat. It also had custom controls on either side as well, it had been decades since Haley could reach a steering wheel.
"How soon can I hire a full time driver?" She wondered to herself.
In addition to testing out of college, Haley had bought a few lottery tickets and made some sports bets, but she'd learned the hard way that if she didn't slow play the money part it drew a ton of attention. Attention she didn't need. But maybe she could stop in at the sports bar and hustle a few hundred bucks off a few of the douchey bros…
Squeezing her way into the living room, Haley collapsed on the couch, nearly cracking the beleaguered piece of furniture in two. Rubbing what she could reach of her bloated stomach, she wondered whether she should try and cut back this time around, before she ended up immobile.
Her last clear thought before drifting off to sleep was the several times she’d survived long enough to move into Yeng’s prototype “Goldfish House” and wondered how fast she could skip ahead to that part.
"Haley~!" Came the voice of her mother, hours later, "Dinner's almost ready!"
And her first clear thought upon waking up was how soon she could get in contact with her friends at Yeng.
***
At first, it was hard for Haley to go back to living under her mom's roof. She’s most recently spend the better part of a decade with enough wealth to have servants for her physical needs and trainers to make sure she stayed fit enough to run a series of political campaigns. Now that she'd moved back in with her mom, she wasn't given much opportunity to flex those muscles anymore.
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