chapter 7

Sara's POV
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the phone rings loudly as I scratch my swollen belly. The floor is littered with trash and food crumbs, but I'll clean that up later. The couch that I'm laying on groans as I shift, reaching my left arm for the phone and the other for my french fries.
"Hello?"
"Sara?" my boss asks.
I quickly swallow the food in my mouth and begin to wipe off crumbs from my tits and belly. "Y-yeah Carrie?"
"Are you home? 'Cause we got total chaos over here. I'd really appreciate it."
I eye my lard form and chuckle. "Carrie, I don't think-"
"I've been thinking about giving you that raise I've been talking about." she interrupts. "You've been such a great help here, and coming in this afternoon would really give you that push for it."
I sigh. "Carrie, over my, erm, break, my knees have started hurting a-"
"Oh girl!" Carrie laughs. Over the phone, I hear her close a door. "I've known what you've been up to. Don't think I've seen you come into work bigger and bigger with the help from your girlfriend. Your knees are killin' yea with all that blubber."
I laugh. "Oh god yes."
"Listen here, girly. This raise I've been wanting to give you will really speed up that process. Got a sitting job at the register. Sit on that ass all day and chow down on some burgers."
My lip quivers as I shove a fry into my mouth. "I'll be there at 2."
"Good girl! See you then!"
I hang up the phone, trying to keep my orgasm in. The worst thing about working at Mama's is the standing, which has given me those achy knees like no one. Sitting down and stuffing my body with all that food would speed up the process so much. Andria, Andrew and Jenna are coming home this afternoon, so I'd give them the surprise of not only my gain but of a raise.
I shift my weight, rising off the beaten couch and waddling to my room. As I pass the bathroom, I realize how out of shape I've been. Ever since I had called in "sick", I haven't left the couch, leaving about twice a day to open the door for the Postmates and go the bathroom.
I open my dresser, pulling out a long sleeve black t shirt that must be at least a 4XL, which makes me so happy. Rather than wearing a too small t shirt, I can wear something that actually gives room to grow, a small feat. I pick up black leggings that seem to stretch easily, and are bigger than my hips even. My luck sure is good!
I put the clothes on, happy the feel of clothing on my bare body. The fabric is soft and durable, so even when I start to give these clothes a fight, they'll handle it pretty well. The shirt gives my ample cleavage a beautiful sight, making it seem I must have bigger honkers than I really do.I pull my hair into a ponytail and put on some converse before waddling back into the kitchen.
Making myself a shake and eating a burger, I start to clean up and swept the place. Eating all the food in the house and trashing it isn't very nice, even if you are a 352 pound fatty. (Yes, I did weigh my self this morning.)
Finishing the burger and starting my shake, I walk towards the door, picking up my purse as well.
Raise, here I come.


=Sorry for the super short chapter! I have really good plans for the next chapter, and I'm super excited!=