A boss gets what's coming to her

Chapter 2 - her morning

Margaret woke up. She was lying on her couch (something that was becoming a bit of a habit), covered in several hamburger wrappers, compliments of last night. She rolled herself off the couch onto her feet and stood up to reveal what she had become. Only wearing her slowly shrinking work shirt, bra and panties. If anyone walked in on her or was looking fron the window could see what she had become in only four weeks. Her ass had ingolfted her underwear to an uncomfortable level and was practicly unseeable apart from a small triangle at the front due to her gut which had gotten so big it was more noticeable then her boobs which had bairly gained a pound since she had started gaining weight. Sge walked to the kitchen, passing the bathroom door which hadn't been opened for a couple weeks now (The toilet itself had almost immediately been abandoned and the shower went from escentual, to optional to maybe next time.) This, of course, had given her a musk, sweat marks and all around feeling of uncomfortablness that followed her around daily. When she got to the kitchen she opened her frigde and where you would of seen small cups of fat free yogurt, skim milk, fruit and vegetable. Instead, you see cartons of custard, canned whipped cream and (even though she's been binge eating a lot) lots and lots of left overs. She grabbed a can of whipped cream and some old chinese take away (that had been sitting in the fidge for a suspicious amount of time). She put the chinese food in the microwave and poured it into her mouth. When it was done cooking, she grabbed the boxes of slimy noodles, sat done on the couch, grabbed a scoop with her hands and began breakfast. You see over past couple weeks Andrea had changed a couple things, made some "updates" if you will. Small things, that just make this whole thing more fun. Stuff like waiting till food is old enough that it can make Margaret more gasous, not tucking her gut into her pants to even trying not to fart but when she enters morning meeting her firstinstinct is to let one rip. All these orders had accumulated and made her into this over eating, fat gutted, slob. Margaret finished her meal with burp, and sits back. She had plenty of time because the one thing that Andrea had made sure Margaret keep, was her body clock, she made sure this was still in her system because it would not only keep Margaret thinking she would eventually work out, but it would also give her plenty of time to stuff her face. Now can the most difficult part ofher morning, dressing. She heaved herself up, quenching her ass together, to not let out the build up of gas. She buttoned up her snug shirt which had had only been wearing a week (so it still buttoned up, I'll be it, a little snug), grabbed her pants (which where hanging over the side of the tv), zipped them up (Not even bothering to deal with the fact that the button hasn't met the other side in five days), grabbed a beer, swallowed an aspren (Not to help with a hangover, just to give her gas) put on her shoes and went to work. With, maybe a couple fast food stops along the way.