Despite her initial reluctance, Rachel was hardly any better at resisting now as she had been when they were back in Buttercombe.
Hannah had done what she could to alternate between making the speech as boring as possible, but also peppering in some truly stressful bits about what she would be expected to do. In the spirit of her weight loss, Hannah had been forced to alter her emphasis on certain subjects—lots of walking was now mundane, but dress code was a particular sore spot, what with Rachel’s belly-heavy physique—and predictably, Rachel had eaten it up. Almost literally!
“Oogh…” Rachel whimpered as she struggled to unwrap one of the last full-sized candy bars, “I should have saved some…”
With the mid-meeting lunch that Hannah had insisted on her taking part in, plus nearly all of the contents of her welcome basket, Rachel had done well in eating several thousand calories in just one sitting. Distracting her with stories of old times of indulgences past in the Buttercombe cafeteria, making sure that everything within reach was a personal favorite while keeping what she didn’t like away and within sight so as to maintain the illusion of a full table, and having gone so far as to replicate some key aspects of their dorm room in their office with the week or so of prep time that she had been given, Hannah would have bet every penny she had on Rachel slipping back into her old habits.
Lo and behold, Hannah Hammond was always right when it came to this sort of thing.
Rubbing her poor stuffed stomach as it gurgled and writhed at the herculean task that was digesting everything that she had eaten under Hannah’s influence, Rachel felt exhausted just thinking about hauling herself upright to get back to her car—her turgid tummy swelled out at a drastic slope, rock hard around the middle as she fought to keep herself from both exploding and passing out.
Breathing hard, coated in a damp sweat, Rachel fumbled clumsily with her blouse buttons.
“Oh… oh no, did… did my blazer button pop off?”
The fat woman looked half-heartedly around the room, her meaty chin bunching and folding as her cheeks wobbled with worry. Eventually she just resigned herself to having once again busted another button, laying back on the headrest of her seat and recommitting to her task.
Chubby fingers worked slowly and awkwardly around the blouse. It was clearly new, and had been bought just for the occasion of her job interview; Rachel’s doughy digits could only manage to fumble with the buttons, too sleepy stuffed and thick to adequately loop the button through the slot until…
“Ahhhh…”
Rachel’s stomach surged forward, racing towards the newfound freedom that it felt with reckless abandon. In its lunge towards Hannah, Rachel not only lost the button that had popped off of the pearly white garment, but three more followed its mutinous example! Rachel’s fleshy peach colored stomach was out for anyone in the window to see as she fought between horrible embarrassment, a newfound sense of comfort, and the uncomfy notion that it would have been even better if she’d been able to unclasp her skirt…
“I-I’m sorry, Hannah… it’s just… you know…” Rachel didn’t seem to notice the missing buttons, having thought she’d merely succeeded in only undoing one, “We’re celebrating, right? I’m allowed to go a little overboard!”
“You most certainly are—I wouldn’t have it any other way!” Hannah smiled warmly, “Do you think you still have room for dessert?”
“Oh…”
Rachel licked her lips like a hungry dog to Pavlov’s bell. She knew that she shouldn’t—what with her diet and all—but something sweet sounded like just the thing that she needed right about now…
And after all, they were celebrating!
“You know me so well, Hannah.” Rachel laughed thickly, rubbing the curve of her belly with one plump hand, “I swear I don’t eat nearly as much as I used to—I’m a good girl these days, honest.”
“You don’t have to tell me.” Hannah tapped away on her cell phone, messaging her connections in the kitchen to bring up the promised Something Sweet that Rachel craved, “I mean… look at you—it’s kind of obvious that you’ve really tightened your belt since high school.”
“If I wore a belt.” Rachel joked, “But seriously, don’t let me fall back into bad habits again? I don’t ever want to get back up to four hundred pounds again in my life.”
Hannah’s smile turned devilish—an innocent enough expression otherwise helped to hide her malcontent, add to the fact that Rachel obviously wasn’t able to read her thoughts. Images of just how far she planned to push her old friend past that number that relied on mutual trust, squishy extremes of uber fatness flashing before Hannah’s very eyes, were all that kept the hotel heiress from reaching over and grabbing two handfuls of Rachel’s roundness right then and there.
“Of course.” She stifled an eye twitch, her lower lip bit to near bleeding on the inside, “After all, we’re going to be spending a lot of time together—just more time to…”
Circus tent skirts busting open, fupa outline unsheathing quivering rolls underneath. Rachel Elvers stuck in the doorway, barely able to wedge herself in belly-first. Fat feet popping out of flats and buried beneath swaddling cankles. Three chins and tennis ball cheeks jiggling, squishing impotently as Hannah fed her Special Project until she was fed fit to burst.
“Keep you in line.”
“You’re the best Hannah.” Rachel smiled warmly, “I can’t wait to start working here—I’ve missed you so much, and I swear it won’t be weird working with me. I’ll be the best assistant you’ve ever had!”
“Well, might you.” Hannah smirked, “That being said, let’s put your diet on hold for today? I can’t exactly cancel the chocolate lava cake that they’ve spent all day making.”
It was Rachel’s turn to burn inwardly. The thought of such rich, decadent meals had only been idle fantasies since her days at Buttercombe Academy. She was really, really going to have to be careful working here.
But then… it was already being made. And they were celebrating. Plus it was a reunion, and… well, who was she to turn down a free Chocolate Lava Cake?
“Don’t tell my gym coach.” Rachel crinkled her nose naughtily as she bounced happily in her seat, making the poor thing squeak in agony, “I’ve been going for a whole year, and she’d kill me if she found out that I’d started cheating again.”
“Oh, hey, we have gym coaches here!” Hannah lied, mentally adding another business expense to add to her little black book of management compromises, “It’s included in our employee benefits package!”
“Oh wow—that’ll save me like… a hundred bucks a month!” Rachel swooned, “Hannah, you really are the best boss ever. Did you know that?”
“I’ve been told.” Hannah steepled her fingers, laying back in her office chair, “Once or twice.”
This, Hannah Hammond thought to herself, was going to be a piece of cake.
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