Chapter 4 - day one, part three

I had tried on my uniform shirt yesterday, and sure it was snug, but it was still juuuust long enough to tuck into high waisted pants. Stepping out of the bathroom stall today, though, my reflection in the mirror made me audibly gasp.

Staring back at me was an objectively overweight girl, looking pathetically gluttonous and pitifully oblivious to it. She had attempted to shove her rounded, inflated ass and newly thickened thighs into jeans that were obviously made for a woman much more fit. The pants encased her meaty thighs like a sausage skin, and hugged her ass so tightly that you could see the lines where her underwear cut sharply into her plump cheeks. The high waisted cut of the denim did keep all of her pudge under the fabric, but pushed all of the fat from her belly and hips into one large mound arching out from her pelvis to her navel. The waistband was completely eclipsed by the little rolls of chub that adhered to her upper torso.

And the uniform top. Oh my God. The thought of the heifer I was staring at walking around looking so horribly massive mortified me. The top did still tuck into the jeans- or maybe it just disappeared beneath her bottom roll of side fat, who could tell? The unforgiving fabric clung to her swollen breasts and stretched thin across the deepest part of her cleavage. The short- sleeves cut sharply into her hefty arms, making little balloons of... was that cellulite? The top showcased the rolls of pudge her bra created in her armpits and around her rib cage, before becoming strained again as her abdomen began to swell outward.

I was horrified. I slammed myself back in the stall as quickly as I could (which proved, btw, that the shirt was not actually tucked in.) I put my original top back on, and sheepishly headed to reception to take stupid Alyssa's advice after all.

Red faced and whispering, I asked the rail thin receptionist if it would be possible to trade in my uniform tops for the next size up.

"How many shirts would you like in your new size?" She asked. I muttered "three" and stared down at my feet, resenting her tactless inclusion of "in your new size."

"How many?" Would've done just fine.

Standing next to her lithe body and being forced to admit out loud that I had put on weight, I became acutely aware of just how much space my body takes up now. I watched her slide gracefully between racks of uniforms, and it dawned on me that it was possible that there are places I couldn't fit through, entire places I couldn't get into because I ate so much food. Anxiety welled up inside me as I waited.

She returned shortly with two enormous blue garments wrapped in thin layers of plastic.

"I'm sorry, Stevie, We only have two extra large tops left," she apologized bluntly (and rather loudly, I thought, but that could've just been me). "I could give you a large.. but... you know how they shrink. Don't want you to have to come right back here!"

I hadn't thought it possible to feel more terrible than I did dragging my lard ass into her office to inform her that my body had grown so large that my normal uniforms could no longer contain its girth. But, with just a few thoughtless words, this skinny bitch somehow made it worse.

I grabbed the two gigantic shirts and ran back for the bathroom. Much to my relief, I did not actually fill out the company-emblazoned muumuus she handed me. They were far more comfortable, but did absolutely nothing to make me appear thinner.

Untucked, the fabric hung straight down from my chest, making my entire body look like it stuck out as far as my tits did. If you would've told me the girl in that muumuu weighed 300 pounds, I would've thought you were being kind. Tucked in, the excess fabric bunched up in my narrower parts, making the swell of my chest and belly even more noticeable. With it tucked in, I was all giant breasts and protruding gut.

Tucked in was more comfortable than allowing my jeans to dig straight into my chub, and I figured this would decrease the angry indentation the jeans would leave in my flesh for the next couple days.

I went with tucked in, and headed out for my time on the sales floor. After what felt like an avalanche of humiliation in the office all morning, I was more than ready to surround myself with some strangers who only wanted to ask me about office supplies.

But... as it turned out, my interactions with customers ended up being a hell of a lot worse. I will fill you guys in on the second half of my humiliating day tomorrow (and, of course, my future experiences as I reenter the workforce as a fat girl!)