chapter 9

“You’re joking right?” Janet spat in disbelief.

“Kimmie, make sure she takes the stairs.” Claire ordered her intern, “Let me know if she doesn’t.”

“Yes ma’am!” Kimmie smiled, as she waited for Claire to turn her back to her, enter her main office and slam the door, before playfully sticking her tongue out at Janet.

“F*cking…sh*t…” Janet muttered to herself, while she felt her heart beating faster already. She was going to complain to her grandmother about this later for sure. Maybe the old coot would take pity on her and cook up a feast for later.

“Claire bought us donuts.” Kimmie cheerfully taunted, as she offered Janet the box only to pull it out of her coworker’s reach while she tried to grab it.

“Give me those! I’m starving over here!” Janet complained knowing she’d never be able to catch Kimmie. The little brat was fat, but she was surprisingly fit for her size.

Relenting, Kimmie gave Janet the box of donuts nicely. She was embarrassed Janet had tricked her again, but at least it wasn’t as bad as the fire drill incident.

“You want some?” Janet offered, as she placed the donuts on her desk and grabbed one in each hand.

Looking down, at her round gut, Kimmie sighed, “No. I had two already. I shouldn’t have anymore. I don’t wanna get fat.”

Janet nearly laughed at Kimmie’s choice of words. Plopping a whole donut into her mouth at one time, Janet placed her free hand on her hip, leaned her fat body against her desk and vindictively teased, “Come on Kimmie, admit it, you’re fat, just like me!”

“No I’m not!” Kimmie vehemently disagreed, “I’m just a bit tubby… I’ll lose it!”

Unable to hold her laughter in anymore, Janet burst, “Hahaha, no you won’t! You’re not a college soccer player anymore.”

“Shut up Janet. What do you know?” Kimmie pouted feeling insecure.

“I know you’re just going to keep getting fatter! So, why not make the best of it?” Janet proudly punctuated her point by plopping the entire donut she had in her left hand into her eagerly awaiting mouth and giving her large belly a big slap. “*Burp!*”

Looking insulted by Janet’s suggestion, Kimmie pouted, “I will never be as fat as you!”

“Oh, you will.” Janet smugly countered, as she gazed at the way Kimmie’s girth strained her conservative work clothes, “You’re on track. You just need to land yourself a good man that loves himself a fat woman just like my Phillip.”

Taking a moment to fully process what Janet had just said, Kimmie replied, “...You think I could get a boyfriend if I get fatter?”

“Oh, of course! But, y’know, you need to work on it. You’re nowhere near big enough yet.” Janet embellished by rubbing her massive stomach, “Come on, grab another donut!"

“No! You are tricking me again! I won't fall for it! I’m already 252lbs and I won't get any fatter!” Kimmie argued in a feisty manner, as she put her hand on her soft hips and appeared irritated by Janet’s antics.

“Hahha, sh*t kid, you got me this time. But don't worry. You will get fatter. Something tells me that you will be the fattest in our office someday...” Janet mused out loud much to Kimmie’s horror. Janet once again punctuated her point by wrapping her hands under her belly and shaking it gently for Kimmie to see.

Kimmie watched the way Janet’s huge belly jiggled and then looked down at her own tummy. Sure, she had a big tummy, but it wasn’t anywhere close to being as big as Janet’s. Although Janet and Claire were both older than her… If she worked at an office job for as long as they did, would she get fat like them too? The thought disturbed Kimmie. Proudly summoning her pride, Kimmie loudly burst out a commanding, “No, I won’t!”

“Yes, you will... because, you know what?” Janet paused, while she decided to f*ck with Kimmie once again, “I'm gonna secret fatten you up like a prized pig. I'm gonna slip heavy cream in your coffee every day until your ass gets too fat for your chair!”

Kimmie regretfully knew deep down that her butt was already nearly too large for her chair in the office. Taking her anger out on Janet, Kimmie took the only course of action that she could think of.

“Claireee!” Kimmie called to her boss in a purposely whiny tone, “Janet’s not getting the files!”

“Will you quit it you f*cking tattle tale! I’m going, I’m going… ” Janet hissed, as she looked longingly at the box of donuts on her desk and then evilly teased, “Help yourself to some donuts while I’m gone Kimmie. You know you want to.”

“In your dreams.” Kimmie refused in frustration. She’d actually really wanted another donut, but now she couldn’t! She couldn’t prove Janet right! Summoning her courage again, Kimmie called out to her boss again, “Claire!”

“Okay-okay! Shut up!” Janet yelped. She recognized the fun was over for now. The last thing Janet wanted was to piss off her boss again. Claire was strict, but fair. Plus, she certainly had more of a tolerance for Janet’s bullsh*t than any of her other bosses had ever had. Although Janet was dreading having to haul herself up and down the steps. It was probably better just to take the elevator.

'What's Claire going to do if she catches me? Fire me? Fat chance.' Janet thought to herself, while she waddled out of the office and toward the elevator.