chapter 1 : "welcome, to white castle, what can i get for you today?"

Trish is 19 and pretty chunky for her 5 foot 2 frame. She has curly brown hair, beautiful tan skin, and soft luscious lips accentuated by her apple red lip gloss she wears often. Trish has managed to stay pretty even with her weight throughout high school fluctuating about 5 to 10 lbs throughout the year. But this was with cheer leading, soccer, basketball and softball to help. Even then, she was floating around 135 lbs. A year and one semester of college later, Trish isn't having the same luck.

Since ending her activities her weight has only climbed. Even with a few days a week at the gym she's managed to put on about 30 lbs over the course of her first semester. She does want to lose the weight and be slim and trim when she returns, but not only does she have a sweet tooth, but she has a propensity to over eat fast food when it's set in front of her. To make matters worse, she works at White Castle, one of the most calorie dense fast food restaurants in America. Trish has only been working for the company a week and is already starting to see undesirable results.

"Welcome, to White Castle, What can I get for you today?", Trish says over the intercom. Trish has literally picked the worst place to work while on a diet. The entire building smells of fried foods and sweet desserts. Much to her dismay, her appetite has been on the rise since day one. As one of the main perks of the job the staff gets free food. She had been working out the past week as best she could, but working at White Castle full time made it stressful to find time.

She opens the window, "18.46 please." she says to the middle aged man in the car. She leans out the window to grab the mans card. As she does she can feel her stomach resting on the metal counter below. Patricia swipes the card and hands it back to the man along with his large Diet Coke. "One moment for your food." She turns around and reaches over to the slider tray where multiple cheese burgers are being sent her way from Joe. "Thanks, joe." She said as she placed the burgers in the bag. "No problem, Trish." Joe said. Joe watched between the burger sliders as she walked back over to the window and leaned across the counter, her ample ass and thicker thighs pulling tight against her work pants. He could tell that this past week had been doing work on her figure.