Chapter 6 - turning point

I shove the remaining fries into my mouth and drive off, speeding towards my office building. I get there three minutes later, hoping out the car door. I put my shoes on and throw my jacket on as well. I try to button it, but the new meal sitting in my stomach has made that impossible. So my one saving grace have turned into another nightmare. I ran to the other side and grabbed up my work stuff then ran towards the elevator. I get my level and head to the conference room. All the partners are in there. My assistant is standing outside the door with Mr. Simon, one the founding members of Simon, Schultz, and Goldstein. He looks at me as I huffed and puffed (all that rushing really tuckered me out). The look on his face was one of pure disgust. He pulled me over to the side, away from the glass doors and big windows of the conference room. This was not going to end well.

"Where the hell have you been? You're more that ten minutes late. And you look like sh*t.", he chewed into me.

"I'm really sorry Mr. Simon. Some things came up and I wasn't able to call ahead. I swear it won't happen again", I pathetically said to my boss.

"You're damn right it won't! You see Ms. Gomez, there's a very import clause in your contract that dictates how you are to conduct yourself. You, as a junior partner of Simon, Goldstein, and Schultz are expected to represent this company in a professional manner. And from what I've been hearing and can clearly see before me now, you are in violation of said clause. I mean, just look at yourself!"

He was right. I was a wreck. My hair was wild and, despite my best efforts, still had some leftovers in it. I had washed all my makeup off in the sink, exposing my greasy and broken out skin. My shirt was tight over my chest and belly, emphasizing every bulge underneath. My skirt was practically splitting apart over my butt and hips, pulled up to nearly mid-thigh from just how filled it was. Stains covered every inch of me. My stomach was bulging forward over my waistband. He was right. My current appearance didn't necessarily exude professionalism.

"If this is an example of the type of person you are, then I'm not quite sure you're a good fit for Simon, Schultz, and Goldstein".

"What are you saying Mr. Simon", I said as tears started to well up in my eyes.

"I'm saying that you're done here Gomez. You're fired", he said with a stern look. "Go home. You're an embarrassment to this firm and I don't want to see you here again. Your assistant will clear out you office and get all you personal items back to you"

"Please Mr. Simon. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean for this to happen. Is there anyway you can reconsider?", I begged as pathetically as possible.

"All I can do is offer you some advice. Get your sh*t together. You're a smart kid. I was actually considering making you a full partner. That's why I set up this presentation for you, as an audition. But you blew it. If you can get yourself back to normal, I'll consider hiring you back. You've got so much potential. Don't waste it."

I put my head down and thanked him before trudging my way back towards the elevator. Everything I had worked for, an entire life of straight As and hard work; all down the toilet. I cried in the elevator, hoping no one else would get on. Then I cried some more in my car. He fired me because I became such a slob, such a glutton, such a lardass. I felt a tinge there. The thought of him chastising me, seeing me all disheveled, seeing how far I had fallen. All off this turned me on like crazy. Tears were replaced with moans. He said if I could get my life together, he'd give me my job back. But I didn't want to get my life together. I wanted to be a pig. A big, pudgy piggy. I decided then that I didn't need that job. I had a lot of money saved up and I was going to use it to have fun. If anything, this was a sign. A blessing from above. Now I could pursue my true passion; getting fat and f*cked endlessly for the rest of my days.

I drove back to McRoger's and order ten of my previous order. Big Mama couldn't satisfy me till later, so I was gonna do my best to satisfy myself. I drove home to my apartment and carried my bags to my bedroom. I dumped the contents onto my queen sided bed, a bed I hoped to fill one day with my body. I stripped naked and ripped open every wrapper. Then with nipples hard and p*ssy soaked, I got on all fours and started to dig in. Today was the first day of the rest of my life and I couldn't wait to see the results.

My name is Brianna Gomez. I was a junior partner at one of the top law firm in the country, and I'm an addict. A big, fat addict. And I love it.