Chapter 5 - dine & dash

I woke up in a haze. My head was killing me, the room was spinning; hangovers are the worst. I had spent the whole night in a food coma on the floor. My skin felt greasy and slick. I slowly maneuvered myself into a sitting position, still naked booty squishing into the tiles once again. I didn't know how long I was out for, but hoped I could make it back home and change before work started. I forced myself onto my feet, legs still jelly from last night's finale, and walked over to my skirt which was still crumpled on the floor. I bent down, belly drooping down as I did so, and took my phone out of my pocket. Five missed calls from my assistant. I couldn't understand why she called me so much this early in the morning, but then I saw the time. 11:15!

I was supposed to be at work three hours ago! How could I be running so late? I had a big presentation to do for the board today! No wonder she called me so much. I listened to her voicemails, each one sounding more panicked then the last. I was in big trouble. Normally I would just call out sick or use a vacation day, but I recently ran out of both. She said the presentation was at 12:00. That didn't give me nearly enough time to run home, shower, and change. I would have to wear my same outfit from yesterday. However, that was going to be a problem.

My blazer was still in the car luckily, but my skirt was a wrinkled heap. Not to mention the state of my white button-up. I never took it off last night. Sure, I unbuttoned it, but it remained on my back throughout everything. As one could imagine, it wasn't exactly white anymore. Between my messy eating and sleeping in the remains of said eating, my shirt was covered in stains and crumbs. I looked like a total slob. But unfortunately, I didn't have time to do much about it. Hopefully I can cover it up with my blazer.

I run over to the sink and wash my face, clearing off the layer of grease and foodstuffs from around my lips. I shake out my hair, letting miscellaneous crumbs fall to the floor around me. I button up my shirt to the best of my ability (involves a lot of sucking in), then start to pull my skirt over my legs. It goes up with relative ease until it hits my meaty hips. I pull and pull, jump and jump, but they barely move. After enough bouncing and jiggling, I get them up over my a**. I go to zip them, but the zipper is stuck. I push down on my flabby side, trying to force myself into the skirt. It doesn't work.

I look at my phone and see that nearly 10 minutes has gone by already. I don't have time for this. The skirt is already so tight that it's not gonna fall down, so f**k it. I grab the rest of my stuff and make my way out the back entrance, not wanting to be seen by the patrons out front. I get to my car without any issue and slam my foot on the gas pedal. If I hurry, I can still make it to work on time. I have all my notes in the seat next to me. I'm can do this!

But then I encountered something I don't have to regularly deal with late at night or early in the morning on my trips to and from the restaurant: traffic. Traffic eats up a good chunk of my time, but I'm still right on track. That is until I encounter another detour. I sit at a stop light, not even five minutes from my office, when I hear my stomach growl. I'm hungry. And not just a little peckish. I'm starving. My time with Big Mama has made my appetite uncontrollable. I can no longer ignore the smallest of hunger pangs. Everything becomes a craving.

I try to ignore it, but it grows louder and louder. I can practically hear my stomach shouting FEED ME over and over in my ears. Knowing I won't be able to concentrate on my presentation with this gnawing hunger in my stomach, I turn my blinker on and turn away from my office route and towards the nearest McRoger's Burgers. I go through the drive-thru and order a Double McRoger with cheese. Plus a large fry, can't skip out on the fries. I pull to the side an look at the clock; 11:53. I plan on shoving the food into my mouth as quickly as possible, but as soon as those burger juices hit my tongue, I freeze. The taste was so rich and fatty. I slowly squeeze all the juice out of the meat, succulently and sensually swallowing it down. Eating has become such a sexual experience for me. Everything I eat turns me on. Not just Big Mama's food, but anything salty and fattening. I take my time eating, enjoying every pleasure it gives me. I finish the burger with a deep moan. My thighs fidget and squirm the best they can in the sausage casing that used to be a skirt. Next comes the fries. I'm actually wet, just from eating, just from stuffing myself with the worst food imaginable. I try to slip my other hand into my skirt, the need to mastrbate clouding my mind once again. But my hand being stopped by the tightness of my skirt breaks me out of my trance. I can't fit it in if I tried. I check the clock again; 12:06!