~BBW, Eating, Revenge, ~MWG - Prima donna gets a rude (and expansive) awakeninmg
(Editor's note: This recently retrieved classic story was originally written in 1996 as the author's first attempt at WG fiction)
"How demeaning," Susan thought to herself as she slithered into the purple and green uniform. "I can't believe I actually have to wear this. Oh well, I guess if anyone can make this hideous outfit look presentable I can." Susan quickly donned the neon-colored Burger World visor, adjusted her make-up, and then headed out for her first day on the job.
"Burger World...How Trite," she thought as she slowly pulled her car into the parking lot. Even the name brought feelings of loathing and contempt. "How could Dad do this to me?"
Susan's father, John P. Singleton III, was one of the wealthiest men in town and hadn't been too pleased when his only daughter wrecked his brand new Ferrari while joy-riding with her friends on the eve of her seventeenth birthday. He became even more incensed when she flippantly responded; "Oh well, that's what insurance is for."
He decided his daughter was out of control and needed to be taught a lesson. Even if that meant suspending her allowance and forcing her to get a job at the local "greasy-spoon." Little did he know just how big a lesson she was in for.
***
"Here she comes. Miss God's gift to everything." Crystal and Judy watched as Susan slowly got out of her new Mercedes and made her way to the front entrance of the restaurant.
"Yikes, how can anybody make polyester look that good," Crystal wondered aloud as Susan swung open the front door causing the cow bell perched above the archway to jingle, announcing her arrival.
"Yeah, I wish she'd die," Judy muttered under her breath.
Blessed with full, pouty lips, clear green eyes, high cheekbones, and long blond hair, only one word could adequately describe Susan Singleton's physical beauty- Gorgeous. Drop-dead, looks to spare, gorgeous. Many words, however, were used to describe Susan's personality: conceited, arrogant, bratty, bitchy, and rude were all thrown about with regularity when describing the budding matriarch.
"I can't believe I have to work with her," Judy said as they watched Susan fill out her W-2 form. "I think I'll quit."
"Well, I think it's pretty hilarious," Crystal said as she snatched a French fry out of the fry bin. "Little Miss Priss taking orders at a fast food joint. I never thought I'd see the day."
"I can't believe you're taking this so well," Judy said as she paced the floor. "It'll be just like cheerleading freshman year, debate last year, and journalism this year. She'll boss everyone around, get praised for being outgoing and spirited, bat her green eyes at whatever male superior is around so she can get away with murder..."
Judy took a handful of fries and munched absentmindedly. "Look! That's what I'm talking about."
Crystal looked over to where Susan was sitting. Chuck, the manager on duty, had taken an interest in making sure Susan was filling out the correct forms. Standing beside her so he could see down her v-necked uniform, he spied her generous cleavage while making token gestures at the forms. Susan just smiled and nodded appreciatively.
"I don't know," Crystal said as a devious smile spread across her lips. "Something tells me things are going to turn out a little differently this time."
***
"I can't believe I have to work with them," Susan thought as she punched her time card. It was one thing to be subjected to the humiliation of having to flip burgers, but it was another to have to work with a couple of jealous hags like Crystal and Judy.
"Looks like they've been eating well," she said to herself, watching the full-bodied cashiers sashay to and from the front counter.
"It's a good thing they quit cheerleading...They'd be laughed off the field now." Susan smiled inwardly then headed towards the front.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" Crystal said as Susan approached. "Slumming dear?"
"Ah, Crystal good to see you, and in such fine form too," Susan said, patting her stomach for emphasis.
"Look b-bitch," Judy stuttered. "What are you doing here? Why don't you go home to your rich Dad and sip Margaritas by the pool like you always do?"
"Now, now Judy. There's no need for such language," Crystal interjected. "We're all one big happy family here at Burger World...Besides she can't. Didn't you hear? She's grounded. Suspended without pay until she can repair the damage to her Dad's precious Ferrari."
Crystal grabbed a calculator off of the cash register. "Let's see, at $4.75 an hour...40 hours a week...You should be done sometime in 2005."
"Ha, Ha, Ha, very funny," Susan said with a smirk. "You two comedians can practice the rest of your routine from the kitchen because I've got front counter."
"No Way! Trainees have to start in the back," Judy said, looking ready to explode.
"She's right," concurred Crystal, giving Susan a sympathetic pat on the back. "Sorry Sweetie, but all newbies have to start on the frier. Hope all that grease doesn't ruin that peaches and cream complexion of yours."
"Um, I don't think so. Chuck said he wanted to start me on the register...Something about wanting to have a pretty face behind the counter. Sorry Sweeties!"
"I'm going to kill that bitch," Judy mumbled to Crystal as they walked back towards the kitchen.
"Unbelievable," Judy watched as Susan and Chuck participated in another "selective staff meeting" as Chuck liked to call them. Usually they consisted of Chuck and Susan sitting in the dining room sharing a cool drink while Chuck ogled Susan's breasts.
"Hey, I need your help here," Crystal called to Judy, while frantically making a burger. "We have customers you know."
"Yeah, I know," Judy said as she made her way back to her station. "They seem oblivious though."
"Just give me a hand."
Two weeks had past since Susan's debut and, much to the chagrin of Crystal and Judy, little had changed since that first day. They were still stuck cooking in the back, while Susan tended to the counter, which usually meant socializing with a manager or cute customer, pausing only long enough to bark out the occasional order to Crystal and Judy.
"This has got to stop," Crystal said as she wiped the sweat from her brow. "I don't think we've ever been so busy."
"It would be nice if we had some help," Judy said, motioning towards Susan who was busy flirting with a member of the school football team. "Maybe we should talk to Chuck."
"Are you kidding? He worships the ground she walks on. If her cash drawer is short, he thinks we stole. If she screws up an order, he thinks it's cute. And he's still patting himself on the back for all the increased business we've gotten as a result of 'having someone as attractive as Susan taking orders.'" Crystal grabbed a chicken nugget out from under the heat lamp. "Makes me sick."
"Hey, put that down. I thought you were starting a diet."
"Ah changed ma mind," Crystal said, her mouth full of chicken parts. "I know I've gained some weight since I started work, but I really don't care anymore. I don't want to be a cheerleader anymore, I've got a steady boyfriend, and I certainly don't miss being in the social circle."
She finished the nugget and swallowed hard. "Bunch of phonies anyway."
"Well, I wish I had as positive a self image as you," Judy said, grabbing a nugget for herself. I mean, I've only gained 15 pounds and my Mother treats me as if I'd committed a Cardinal sin. I don't look that bad do I?"
"Not at all. In fact, it's hardly noticeable. Now this on the other hand..." Crystal lifted up her shirt exposing her protruding belly, which was just beginning to poke ever-so-slightly over the elastic band of her too-tight pants.
"Wow, I can pinch an inch," Judy said, playfully grabbing hold of Crystal's soft belly flesh. "How much have you gained?"
"Twenty-five pounds since I started here in June," Crystal exclaimed proudly, helping herself to another nugget. "Five in the last two weeks we've worked in the kitchen."
"Geesh, twenty-five pounds in four months! I...I...I knew you were eating a lot but...Aren't you a little concerned?"
"Nope. I've always liked to eat and the food here is plentiful, free, and very tasty," Crystal said, licking her greasy fingers.
"Not to mention low-calorie," Judy joked as she gave her friend a Pillsbury Doughboy-like poke to her swollen stomach.
"Less talk, more work," Chuck shouted from the front counter, interrupting their giggle fest.
"Yeah, where's my number five?" Susan added before returning her attention towards the football player.
"I'll give you your number five," Judy muttered under her breath.
"I will say this much," Crystal whispered in Judy's ear. "I'd gladly give my extra twenty-five pounds to our little Miss Priss up there."
"I'd give up my fifteen!" Judy added.
Both women paused for a moment, imagining how an extra forty pounds would affect their svelte antagonist, smiling inwardly at the potential results.
"Yeah, it's too bad Susan doesn't seem to want to indulge in Burger World's culinary delights," Judy lamented. "She brings a Greek salad to work every day."
"I don't know," Crystal said, thinking aloud. "I've caught her snitching a fry or two. Perhaps all she needs is a little push to let her know what else she's missing."
Once again a devious smile spread across the young girl's lips.
***
"Disgusting." Susan watched as Crystal slowly restocked the upper-shelf of the beverage station after the store had closed.
"I can't believe how fat she's gotten," Susan thought as Crystal stood on her tippy-toes to adjust the cups, exposing her swollen tummy as her shirt rode up. Crystal seemed to sense Susan's presence, and created an even greater display for her slender colleague, sticking out her stomach as far as it would go while taking long, slow sips of the strawberry shake she was drinking.
"Would you like some?" Crystal said after a particularly long sip. "It sure is good."
She rubbed her tummy for effect.
"Certainly not," Susan said, a little embarrassed she had been detected. "Some of us have figures to watch."
With that she turned and left the shop, leaving Crystal smiling behind her.
"Bitch!" Susan drove home in silence, unable to escape thoughts of Crystal, Judy, and the previous two weeks. Things were not going well. She had just received her first paltry check, most of which had gone towards a shopping spree at Neimans a few nights before.
Needless to say her Father wasn't pleased and gave her an ultimatum- either quit cheerleading and work more hours, or figure out her own way to go to law school. To Susan neither option was feasible. She had her hopes set on going to Duke after High School, but wasn't the greatest academic so a scholarship was a virtual impossibility. Cheerleading, on the other hand, was her life.
Ultimately, she resigned her spot as head cheerleader figuring that if she got the promotion Chuck had been promising her she could make enough money and re-join before the end of her senior year. Nevertheless, it was a tough pill to swallow and Susan spent many nights crying herself to sleep.
"Hey Susan! Would you like a burger?" Judy said as she put the finishing touches on a deluxe double stack.
"What'd you do, spit on it?" Susan said, clocking out for her break.
"No, I swear I didn't," Judy said, feigning a look of shock. "I just thought you might like one."
Susan eyed Judy suspiciously. "What's the catch?"
"Cramminy!" Crystal chimed in. "Does everything have to have a catch? We just thought you might be sick of those puny Greek salads by now, and I know they're expensive. The food here is free to employees. Free!"
Susan paused to think for a moment, taken aback by Crystal's outburst. "O.K., but I want to make it."
Crystal threw her arms up in disgust. "Fine. Suit yourself."
Judy and Crystal watched as Susan carefully prepared her burger. When she was finished she filled a cup with diet soda, hesitated at the fry bin before taking a small order, then headed back to the break room.
"Well..." Crystal said as she gave Judy a quick high-five. "It's a start."
For the next few weeks Crystal and Judy studied Susan with an intensity usually reserved for Trigonometry exams. Soon the Greek salads disappeared altogether as Susan continued to eat generous portions of Burger World's greasy cuisine for lunch or dinner (sometimes both when she worked a double shift), and Crystal and Judy continued to monitor her for possible "progress."
When a month had passed with no visible results, they began to study and exploit her eating habits. When Crystal noted Susan liked to munch in the afternoon, Judy made sure there were plenty of extra fries in the bin. When it was discovered she was a cola junkie, the diet cola label was mysteriously swapped with the regular one. And when Judy observed that Susan had a weakness for French toast sticks during the morning shifts, she made sure a few spare ones always stayed within eyesight.
"I think it's working!" Judy said, struggling to contain her excitement. "Come see for yourself."
It had been over six weeks since the girls had cooked up operation "Feed Susan," and it had yet to pay dividends. In fact, both girls were growing a little weary of the supreme effort it was taking to try and plumpen a girl with the metabolism of a hummingbird. That was until today.
"Hey, I think you're right," Crystal gushed, sharing in Judy's enthusiasm.
The girls peered through the kitchen window into the dining area where Susan stood, munching an order of fries, and visiting with a school friend. With the intensity of children studying a new toy through a shop window, Crystal and Judy examined their siege for signs of their handiwork.
Although Susan's uniform was still relatively baggy, it was clear something was going on underneath her clothes. The polyester fabric of her pants was stretched tight across her rear, emphasizing the expanding curves, and creasing under the swell of each cheek as they undulated with the shifting of her weight. Her legs too, seemed to have less breathing room than before. The pant legs still hung loosely at her side when she stood upright, but when she would sit the fabric would stretch tight around her thickening thighs.
Even her face seemed fuller (though Crystal and Judy agreed it was just probably just the bulge of the French fries she was stuffing in her mouth three at a time), and although her shirt still bloused loosely over the elastic waistband of her slacks, Judy was sure she could see the unmistakable bulge of her lower abdomen, sticking out slightly from the front of her outfit.
"Well," Crystal said, grinning from ear to ear. "I think it's time to cook up another batch of fries."
Crystal and Judy were inspired by the prospect of their plan actually working, and redoubled their efforts that day, keeping lots of fattening tidbits well within Susan's reach. It wasn't until closing time that evening, however, that they realized what they saw that morning was more than an aberration, or wishful thinking, and that their project was, indeed, "taking shape."
Susan made a habit of quickly changing out of her work clothes in the break room, and that night Judy made sure she was in a position to discretely watch. As Susan removed her shirt, Janet wondered how they had failed to notice Susan's gain until today. Susan's once tight, tan washboard stomach had disappeared under a cocoon of soft, pale, flesh.
Although still relatively flat, all traces of muscle definition had vanished and small creases had formed at her sides where the elastic waistband of her pants dug into her tender skin. Her bra strap cut deep into her spongy back, causing a small roll of fat to spill out over the top, as the cups in front tried in vain to contain the fleshy avalanche of Susan's ample breasts. Before Judy could study her top half for too long, she quickly put on a loose fitting t-shirt and removed her pants.
Although the t-shirt was long enough to cover Susan's hips and underwear, Judy could still see the fleshy creases of her butt cheeks sagging below her undergarments. Her rear still maintained its smooth, round shapeliness, but no longer firm from cheerleading, wiggled and shook as she moved to put on a pair of baggy sweats. Taking one last glance, Judy scurried back to the kitchen as Susan finished dressing.
"I don't believe it..." Judy said. Crystal glanced up from her cleaning to see the stunned look on her friend's face. "...Susan's really getting fat!"
"I'm getting so fat!" Susan stood naked in front of her bathroom mirror.
"Look at all this blubber," Susan thought, sticking her stomach out as far as it would go, then violently shaking it with her hands sending shock waves through the rest of her body. Amazed at its heft, Susan lifted her belly again, felt its increased weight, then dropped it and watched as it shook back into place.
Flexing her once rock-hard stomach muscles produced only a slight quiver in her newfound flesh, and failed to prevent her index finger from sinking deep into her skin. Susan caressed the newly swollen softness of her lower abdomen. Feeling its tender warmth, Susan slowly massaged her flesh, kneading it like dough as she made her way down the slope of her now prominent abdomen, eventually coming to rest between her meaty thighs.
"I'm even getting fat there!" Susan exclaimed, after a brief, but pleasurable massage.
Susan then turned her attentions towards her back half. Facing sideways in the mirror, she was shocked at just how dramatically her rear stuck out from the rest of her body. Twisting around to examine it closer, Susan felt rolls forming underneath her shoulder blades and watched in horror as love handles formed at her sides as she leaned from left to right.
"How much have I gained?" Susan wondered aloud, as she frantically pulled the scale out from under the sink. Hesitating for a moment, she took a deep breath and stepped on. The dial spun frantically for a moment before settling on 141.
"141!" Susan's mind raced. "I've gained fourteen pounds in ten weeks!"
Susan collapsed on her bed.
"If I keep this up I'll be as big as Judy and Crystal in no time," she lamented, tears welling in her eyes.
Susan's mind raced as to what to do. The last two and a half months had been the most miserable of her life. She went straight to work from school and straight to bed from work. Fortunately, with the cooler weather she was able to conceal her modest weight-gain with jackets and baggy sweaters, but at the rate she was growing it wouldn't be long until she began to show through even those.
She knew she couldn't quit, because her Father would kill her, but it was obvious something had to be done. She had only saved a few hundred dollars, and at the rate she was going would have to work throughout the rest of High School, a thought that made her shudder. Her one hope was the promotion Chuck had promised her. Not only would it nearly double her salary, but also give her rank over Judy and Crystal.
Susan smiled at the possibilities. As for her weight, Susan wasn't sure what to do. She considered bringing her own meals again, but felt obligated to eat at Burger World since she was on a budget and the food was free. She also didn't want to seem unwilling to eat the food of a restaurant she would soon manage.
"I'll just have to be more careful," Susan thought as her stomach began to growl.
The next few weeks seemed to fly by for Crystal and Janet. They actually looked forward to coming to work as operation "Feed Susan" reached a fever pitch. Each day they would devise new ways to add fresh pounds to the rubenesque beauty, and each day they would scrutinize her form for possible results.
Susan, on the other hand, was becoming conditioned to the greasy food and although she tried to cut back, still would snack absentmindedly on handfuls of fries during afternoon lulls and eat substantially at mealtimes. The girls did their part by making sure that surplus amounts of Susan's favorite sandwiches were "accidentally" made so Susan, who knew that Chuck made a big deal about waste, would occasionally munch an excess burger in order to curry favor.
After awhile they became even more daring; sneaking "multi-gain" powder into her shakes, and extra cheese on her burgers. Before too long it became evident to everyone, not just Judy and Crystal's keen eyes, that Susan was filling out.
"I overheard Mitch Traymer say he thought Susan was becoming a fat pig," Judy said to Crystal one day as they clocked in for work.
"Not only that..." Judy added, barely pausing to breath. "Cindy Jackson told me that she saw Susan eat an entire bag of M&Ms during their homeroom English class and that if her ass got any bigger she would have trouble getting in her seat."
The rapid inflation of Susan Singleton was becoming a hot topic at school.
"Well you won't believe what I heard," Crystal said, gushing with excitement. "Mrs. Johnson...Y'know the speech teacher? Well this year she's acting as the head of the prom committee and I overheard her say that she used to think that Susan was a shoe-in for Prom Queen, but since she was now, and I quote, 'having obvious figure problems,' that it was anybody's race."
"A teacher said that?" Judy said disbelieving.
"Yep," Crystal assured. "And I don't think she was referring to Susan's poor math grade either."
With that the girls broke into hysterical laughter, interrupted by the sound of the front door cowbell which announced Susan's late arrival. Crystal and Judy watched as she plodded through the doorway, her formerly lithe body moving awkwardly, unaccustomed to its newly acquired bulk.
It had been over three months since operation "Feed Susan" was initiated, and Susan's once baggy uniform was beginning to show the strain. Her formerly tone upper arms had nearly doubled in circumference, stretching the fabric of her form-fitting sleeves. Her generously proportioned breasts had also grown, but seemed to be succumbing to gravity.
No longer pert and perky, they hung lower on her torso, sagging ponderously with the extra weight. Her lower body, however, was showing the most significant growth. Susan's posterior continued to jut out further and further behind her, causing the uniform's fabric to pull tight across her lower abdomen, which visibly protruded beneath the elastic waistband of her pants. Even her thighs, once sleek and smooth from cheerleading, now appeared trunk-like, pressed tight within the confines of her pant legs.
"What are you looking at?" Susan said, noticing Crystal and Judy's stares.
"Uniform shrink?" Crystal replied unfazed. Until then Judy and Crystal had been careful not to mention Susan's expanding girth for fear they might scare her into dieting, but Crystal couldn't resist the opportunity.
"You're one to talk," Susan said, gesturing towards Crystal's zaftig figure.
"Me?" Crystal balked. "Over the past few weeks I've managed to lose a few pounds, but I can sure see where they went."
"You...you..." Susan seemed shocked. Her face reddened as she stammered for a reply. Before she could, however, Chuck appeared from behind the counter.
"You're late again..." Chuck said, glaring sternly at Susan. "...and I'm getting pretty sick of it."
Crystal and Judy looked at each other in stunned silence. Susan just smiled innocently and ran over to where Chuck was standing.
"Oh Chuck I'm so sorry," Susan purred, wrapping her plump arms around him playfully.
"This is no joke," Chuck said, pushing her away. "Susan, I want you working in the kitchen today."
"But...but..." Susan's eyes began to well with tears.
"No excuses just do it," Chuck ordered as Susan sulked off to the kitchen. "Crystal you've got register O.K.?"
Crystal stood speechless for a moment, not quite realizing what had just happened.
"Uh...Yes sir," she finally choked out, as she and Judy exchanged awkward glances.
"Good," Chuck said, heading back towards the office. "Let's get some work done then."
The rest of the day passed without incident. Susan's face remained somber and expressionless as she worked to keep up with the orders. Even Crystal and Judy were silent as they quietly reflected on what had happened earlier. That night they decided unanimously to suspend operation "Feed Susan."
Days soon turned into weeks and Susan remained on kitchen detail. Crystal would occasionally volunteer to take over for Susan for a few days, but Chuck would always refuse, saying that things were better the way they were. In fact, Susan was becoming a pretty good worker. She rarely spoke on the job anymore and would absorb herself in her work.
Even without Crystal and Judy's subtle encouragement, however, it was clear she was still putting on weight. She munched incessantly on leftover food, and would always make extra fries for herself. Soon it became obvious that Susan was in dire need of a new uniform, but she seemed hesitant to ask for one.
One day, after it had become so ridiculously tight that it looked ready to burst at the seams, Chuck tossed her a larger one saying, "Thought you could use this."
Susan simply said "Thank You," and went back to work, her face flush with anger and embarrassment.
(Editor's note: This recently retrieved classic story was originally written in 1996 as the author's first attempt at WG fiction)
The Lesson
by Brett (AKA Maverick)
by Brett (AKA Maverick)
"How demeaning," Susan thought to herself as she slithered into the purple and green uniform. "I can't believe I actually have to wear this. Oh well, I guess if anyone can make this hideous outfit look presentable I can." Susan quickly donned the neon-colored Burger World visor, adjusted her make-up, and then headed out for her first day on the job.
"Burger World...How Trite," she thought as she slowly pulled her car into the parking lot. Even the name brought feelings of loathing and contempt. "How could Dad do this to me?"
Susan's father, John P. Singleton III, was one of the wealthiest men in town and hadn't been too pleased when his only daughter wrecked his brand new Ferrari while joy-riding with her friends on the eve of her seventeenth birthday. He became even more incensed when she flippantly responded; "Oh well, that's what insurance is for."
He decided his daughter was out of control and needed to be taught a lesson. Even if that meant suspending her allowance and forcing her to get a job at the local "greasy-spoon." Little did he know just how big a lesson she was in for.
***
"Here she comes. Miss God's gift to everything." Crystal and Judy watched as Susan slowly got out of her new Mercedes and made her way to the front entrance of the restaurant.
"Yikes, how can anybody make polyester look that good," Crystal wondered aloud as Susan swung open the front door causing the cow bell perched above the archway to jingle, announcing her arrival.
"Yeah, I wish she'd die," Judy muttered under her breath.
Blessed with full, pouty lips, clear green eyes, high cheekbones, and long blond hair, only one word could adequately describe Susan Singleton's physical beauty- Gorgeous. Drop-dead, looks to spare, gorgeous. Many words, however, were used to describe Susan's personality: conceited, arrogant, bratty, bitchy, and rude were all thrown about with regularity when describing the budding matriarch.
"I can't believe I have to work with her," Judy said as they watched Susan fill out her W-2 form. "I think I'll quit."
"Well, I think it's pretty hilarious," Crystal said as she snatched a French fry out of the fry bin. "Little Miss Priss taking orders at a fast food joint. I never thought I'd see the day."
"I can't believe you're taking this so well," Judy said as she paced the floor. "It'll be just like cheerleading freshman year, debate last year, and journalism this year. She'll boss everyone around, get praised for being outgoing and spirited, bat her green eyes at whatever male superior is around so she can get away with murder..."
Judy took a handful of fries and munched absentmindedly. "Look! That's what I'm talking about."
Crystal looked over to where Susan was sitting. Chuck, the manager on duty, had taken an interest in making sure Susan was filling out the correct forms. Standing beside her so he could see down her v-necked uniform, he spied her generous cleavage while making token gestures at the forms. Susan just smiled and nodded appreciatively.
"I don't know," Crystal said as a devious smile spread across her lips. "Something tells me things are going to turn out a little differently this time."
***
"I can't believe I have to work with them," Susan thought as she punched her time card. It was one thing to be subjected to the humiliation of having to flip burgers, but it was another to have to work with a couple of jealous hags like Crystal and Judy.
"Looks like they've been eating well," she said to herself, watching the full-bodied cashiers sashay to and from the front counter.
"It's a good thing they quit cheerleading...They'd be laughed off the field now." Susan smiled inwardly then headed towards the front.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" Crystal said as Susan approached. "Slumming dear?"
"Ah, Crystal good to see you, and in such fine form too," Susan said, patting her stomach for emphasis.
"Look b-bitch," Judy stuttered. "What are you doing here? Why don't you go home to your rich Dad and sip Margaritas by the pool like you always do?"
"Now, now Judy. There's no need for such language," Crystal interjected. "We're all one big happy family here at Burger World...Besides she can't. Didn't you hear? She's grounded. Suspended without pay until she can repair the damage to her Dad's precious Ferrari."
Crystal grabbed a calculator off of the cash register. "Let's see, at $4.75 an hour...40 hours a week...You should be done sometime in 2005."
"Ha, Ha, Ha, very funny," Susan said with a smirk. "You two comedians can practice the rest of your routine from the kitchen because I've got front counter."
"No Way! Trainees have to start in the back," Judy said, looking ready to explode.
"She's right," concurred Crystal, giving Susan a sympathetic pat on the back. "Sorry Sweetie, but all newbies have to start on the frier. Hope all that grease doesn't ruin that peaches and cream complexion of yours."
"Um, I don't think so. Chuck said he wanted to start me on the register...Something about wanting to have a pretty face behind the counter. Sorry Sweeties!"
"I'm going to kill that bitch," Judy mumbled to Crystal as they walked back towards the kitchen.
***
"Unbelievable," Judy watched as Susan and Chuck participated in another "selective staff meeting" as Chuck liked to call them. Usually they consisted of Chuck and Susan sitting in the dining room sharing a cool drink while Chuck ogled Susan's breasts.
"Hey, I need your help here," Crystal called to Judy, while frantically making a burger. "We have customers you know."
"Yeah, I know," Judy said as she made her way back to her station. "They seem oblivious though."
"Just give me a hand."
Two weeks had past since Susan's debut and, much to the chagrin of Crystal and Judy, little had changed since that first day. They were still stuck cooking in the back, while Susan tended to the counter, which usually meant socializing with a manager or cute customer, pausing only long enough to bark out the occasional order to Crystal and Judy.
"This has got to stop," Crystal said as she wiped the sweat from her brow. "I don't think we've ever been so busy."
"It would be nice if we had some help," Judy said, motioning towards Susan who was busy flirting with a member of the school football team. "Maybe we should talk to Chuck."
"Are you kidding? He worships the ground she walks on. If her cash drawer is short, he thinks we stole. If she screws up an order, he thinks it's cute. And he's still patting himself on the back for all the increased business we've gotten as a result of 'having someone as attractive as Susan taking orders.'" Crystal grabbed a chicken nugget out from under the heat lamp. "Makes me sick."
"Hey, put that down. I thought you were starting a diet."
"Ah changed ma mind," Crystal said, her mouth full of chicken parts. "I know I've gained some weight since I started work, but I really don't care anymore. I don't want to be a cheerleader anymore, I've got a steady boyfriend, and I certainly don't miss being in the social circle."
She finished the nugget and swallowed hard. "Bunch of phonies anyway."
"Well, I wish I had as positive a self image as you," Judy said, grabbing a nugget for herself. I mean, I've only gained 15 pounds and my Mother treats me as if I'd committed a Cardinal sin. I don't look that bad do I?"
"Not at all. In fact, it's hardly noticeable. Now this on the other hand..." Crystal lifted up her shirt exposing her protruding belly, which was just beginning to poke ever-so-slightly over the elastic band of her too-tight pants.
"Wow, I can pinch an inch," Judy said, playfully grabbing hold of Crystal's soft belly flesh. "How much have you gained?"
"Twenty-five pounds since I started here in June," Crystal exclaimed proudly, helping herself to another nugget. "Five in the last two weeks we've worked in the kitchen."
"Geesh, twenty-five pounds in four months! I...I...I knew you were eating a lot but...Aren't you a little concerned?"
"Nope. I've always liked to eat and the food here is plentiful, free, and very tasty," Crystal said, licking her greasy fingers.
"Not to mention low-calorie," Judy joked as she gave her friend a Pillsbury Doughboy-like poke to her swollen stomach.
"Less talk, more work," Chuck shouted from the front counter, interrupting their giggle fest.
"Yeah, where's my number five?" Susan added before returning her attention towards the football player.
"I'll give you your number five," Judy muttered under her breath.
"I will say this much," Crystal whispered in Judy's ear. "I'd gladly give my extra twenty-five pounds to our little Miss Priss up there."
"I'd give up my fifteen!" Judy added.
Both women paused for a moment, imagining how an extra forty pounds would affect their svelte antagonist, smiling inwardly at the potential results.
"Yeah, it's too bad Susan doesn't seem to want to indulge in Burger World's culinary delights," Judy lamented. "She brings a Greek salad to work every day."
"I don't know," Crystal said, thinking aloud. "I've caught her snitching a fry or two. Perhaps all she needs is a little push to let her know what else she's missing."
Once again a devious smile spread across the young girl's lips.
***
"Disgusting." Susan watched as Crystal slowly restocked the upper-shelf of the beverage station after the store had closed.
"I can't believe how fat she's gotten," Susan thought as Crystal stood on her tippy-toes to adjust the cups, exposing her swollen tummy as her shirt rode up. Crystal seemed to sense Susan's presence, and created an even greater display for her slender colleague, sticking out her stomach as far as it would go while taking long, slow sips of the strawberry shake she was drinking.
"Would you like some?" Crystal said after a particularly long sip. "It sure is good."
She rubbed her tummy for effect.
"Certainly not," Susan said, a little embarrassed she had been detected. "Some of us have figures to watch."
With that she turned and left the shop, leaving Crystal smiling behind her.
"Bitch!" Susan drove home in silence, unable to escape thoughts of Crystal, Judy, and the previous two weeks. Things were not going well. She had just received her first paltry check, most of which had gone towards a shopping spree at Neimans a few nights before.
Needless to say her Father wasn't pleased and gave her an ultimatum- either quit cheerleading and work more hours, or figure out her own way to go to law school. To Susan neither option was feasible. She had her hopes set on going to Duke after High School, but wasn't the greatest academic so a scholarship was a virtual impossibility. Cheerleading, on the other hand, was her life.
Ultimately, she resigned her spot as head cheerleader figuring that if she got the promotion Chuck had been promising her she could make enough money and re-join before the end of her senior year. Nevertheless, it was a tough pill to swallow and Susan spent many nights crying herself to sleep.
***
"Hey Susan! Would you like a burger?" Judy said as she put the finishing touches on a deluxe double stack.
"What'd you do, spit on it?" Susan said, clocking out for her break.
"No, I swear I didn't," Judy said, feigning a look of shock. "I just thought you might like one."
Susan eyed Judy suspiciously. "What's the catch?"
"Cramminy!" Crystal chimed in. "Does everything have to have a catch? We just thought you might be sick of those puny Greek salads by now, and I know they're expensive. The food here is free to employees. Free!"
Susan paused to think for a moment, taken aback by Crystal's outburst. "O.K., but I want to make it."
Crystal threw her arms up in disgust. "Fine. Suit yourself."
Judy and Crystal watched as Susan carefully prepared her burger. When she was finished she filled a cup with diet soda, hesitated at the fry bin before taking a small order, then headed back to the break room.
"Well..." Crystal said as she gave Judy a quick high-five. "It's a start."
For the next few weeks Crystal and Judy studied Susan with an intensity usually reserved for Trigonometry exams. Soon the Greek salads disappeared altogether as Susan continued to eat generous portions of Burger World's greasy cuisine for lunch or dinner (sometimes both when she worked a double shift), and Crystal and Judy continued to monitor her for possible "progress."
When a month had passed with no visible results, they began to study and exploit her eating habits. When Crystal noted Susan liked to munch in the afternoon, Judy made sure there were plenty of extra fries in the bin. When it was discovered she was a cola junkie, the diet cola label was mysteriously swapped with the regular one. And when Judy observed that Susan had a weakness for French toast sticks during the morning shifts, she made sure a few spare ones always stayed within eyesight.
"I think it's working!" Judy said, struggling to contain her excitement. "Come see for yourself."
It had been over six weeks since the girls had cooked up operation "Feed Susan," and it had yet to pay dividends. In fact, both girls were growing a little weary of the supreme effort it was taking to try and plumpen a girl with the metabolism of a hummingbird. That was until today.
"Hey, I think you're right," Crystal gushed, sharing in Judy's enthusiasm.
The girls peered through the kitchen window into the dining area where Susan stood, munching an order of fries, and visiting with a school friend. With the intensity of children studying a new toy through a shop window, Crystal and Judy examined their siege for signs of their handiwork.
Although Susan's uniform was still relatively baggy, it was clear something was going on underneath her clothes. The polyester fabric of her pants was stretched tight across her rear, emphasizing the expanding curves, and creasing under the swell of each cheek as they undulated with the shifting of her weight. Her legs too, seemed to have less breathing room than before. The pant legs still hung loosely at her side when she stood upright, but when she would sit the fabric would stretch tight around her thickening thighs.
Even her face seemed fuller (though Crystal and Judy agreed it was just probably just the bulge of the French fries she was stuffing in her mouth three at a time), and although her shirt still bloused loosely over the elastic waistband of her slacks, Judy was sure she could see the unmistakable bulge of her lower abdomen, sticking out slightly from the front of her outfit.
"Well," Crystal said, grinning from ear to ear. "I think it's time to cook up another batch of fries."
Crystal and Judy were inspired by the prospect of their plan actually working, and redoubled their efforts that day, keeping lots of fattening tidbits well within Susan's reach. It wasn't until closing time that evening, however, that they realized what they saw that morning was more than an aberration, or wishful thinking, and that their project was, indeed, "taking shape."
Susan made a habit of quickly changing out of her work clothes in the break room, and that night Judy made sure she was in a position to discretely watch. As Susan removed her shirt, Janet wondered how they had failed to notice Susan's gain until today. Susan's once tight, tan washboard stomach had disappeared under a cocoon of soft, pale, flesh.
Although still relatively flat, all traces of muscle definition had vanished and small creases had formed at her sides where the elastic waistband of her pants dug into her tender skin. Her bra strap cut deep into her spongy back, causing a small roll of fat to spill out over the top, as the cups in front tried in vain to contain the fleshy avalanche of Susan's ample breasts. Before Judy could study her top half for too long, she quickly put on a loose fitting t-shirt and removed her pants.
Although the t-shirt was long enough to cover Susan's hips and underwear, Judy could still see the fleshy creases of her butt cheeks sagging below her undergarments. Her rear still maintained its smooth, round shapeliness, but no longer firm from cheerleading, wiggled and shook as she moved to put on a pair of baggy sweats. Taking one last glance, Judy scurried back to the kitchen as Susan finished dressing.
"I don't believe it..." Judy said. Crystal glanced up from her cleaning to see the stunned look on her friend's face. "...Susan's really getting fat!"
***
"I'm getting so fat!" Susan stood naked in front of her bathroom mirror.
"Look at all this blubber," Susan thought, sticking her stomach out as far as it would go, then violently shaking it with her hands sending shock waves through the rest of her body. Amazed at its heft, Susan lifted her belly again, felt its increased weight, then dropped it and watched as it shook back into place.
Flexing her once rock-hard stomach muscles produced only a slight quiver in her newfound flesh, and failed to prevent her index finger from sinking deep into her skin. Susan caressed the newly swollen softness of her lower abdomen. Feeling its tender warmth, Susan slowly massaged her flesh, kneading it like dough as she made her way down the slope of her now prominent abdomen, eventually coming to rest between her meaty thighs.
"I'm even getting fat there!" Susan exclaimed, after a brief, but pleasurable massage.
Susan then turned her attentions towards her back half. Facing sideways in the mirror, she was shocked at just how dramatically her rear stuck out from the rest of her body. Twisting around to examine it closer, Susan felt rolls forming underneath her shoulder blades and watched in horror as love handles formed at her sides as she leaned from left to right.
"How much have I gained?" Susan wondered aloud, as she frantically pulled the scale out from under the sink. Hesitating for a moment, she took a deep breath and stepped on. The dial spun frantically for a moment before settling on 141.
"141!" Susan's mind raced. "I've gained fourteen pounds in ten weeks!"
Susan collapsed on her bed.
"If I keep this up I'll be as big as Judy and Crystal in no time," she lamented, tears welling in her eyes.
Susan's mind raced as to what to do. The last two and a half months had been the most miserable of her life. She went straight to work from school and straight to bed from work. Fortunately, with the cooler weather she was able to conceal her modest weight-gain with jackets and baggy sweaters, but at the rate she was growing it wouldn't be long until she began to show through even those.
She knew she couldn't quit, because her Father would kill her, but it was obvious something had to be done. She had only saved a few hundred dollars, and at the rate she was going would have to work throughout the rest of High School, a thought that made her shudder. Her one hope was the promotion Chuck had promised her. Not only would it nearly double her salary, but also give her rank over Judy and Crystal.
Susan smiled at the possibilities. As for her weight, Susan wasn't sure what to do. She considered bringing her own meals again, but felt obligated to eat at Burger World since she was on a budget and the food was free. She also didn't want to seem unwilling to eat the food of a restaurant she would soon manage.
"I'll just have to be more careful," Susan thought as her stomach began to growl.
***
The next few weeks seemed to fly by for Crystal and Janet. They actually looked forward to coming to work as operation "Feed Susan" reached a fever pitch. Each day they would devise new ways to add fresh pounds to the rubenesque beauty, and each day they would scrutinize her form for possible results.
Susan, on the other hand, was becoming conditioned to the greasy food and although she tried to cut back, still would snack absentmindedly on handfuls of fries during afternoon lulls and eat substantially at mealtimes. The girls did their part by making sure that surplus amounts of Susan's favorite sandwiches were "accidentally" made so Susan, who knew that Chuck made a big deal about waste, would occasionally munch an excess burger in order to curry favor.
After awhile they became even more daring; sneaking "multi-gain" powder into her shakes, and extra cheese on her burgers. Before too long it became evident to everyone, not just Judy and Crystal's keen eyes, that Susan was filling out.
"I overheard Mitch Traymer say he thought Susan was becoming a fat pig," Judy said to Crystal one day as they clocked in for work.
"Not only that..." Judy added, barely pausing to breath. "Cindy Jackson told me that she saw Susan eat an entire bag of M&Ms during their homeroom English class and that if her ass got any bigger she would have trouble getting in her seat."
The rapid inflation of Susan Singleton was becoming a hot topic at school.
"Well you won't believe what I heard," Crystal said, gushing with excitement. "Mrs. Johnson...Y'know the speech teacher? Well this year she's acting as the head of the prom committee and I overheard her say that she used to think that Susan was a shoe-in for Prom Queen, but since she was now, and I quote, 'having obvious figure problems,' that it was anybody's race."
"A teacher said that?" Judy said disbelieving.
"Yep," Crystal assured. "And I don't think she was referring to Susan's poor math grade either."
With that the girls broke into hysterical laughter, interrupted by the sound of the front door cowbell which announced Susan's late arrival. Crystal and Judy watched as she plodded through the doorway, her formerly lithe body moving awkwardly, unaccustomed to its newly acquired bulk.
It had been over three months since operation "Feed Susan" was initiated, and Susan's once baggy uniform was beginning to show the strain. Her formerly tone upper arms had nearly doubled in circumference, stretching the fabric of her form-fitting sleeves. Her generously proportioned breasts had also grown, but seemed to be succumbing to gravity.
No longer pert and perky, they hung lower on her torso, sagging ponderously with the extra weight. Her lower body, however, was showing the most significant growth. Susan's posterior continued to jut out further and further behind her, causing the uniform's fabric to pull tight across her lower abdomen, which visibly protruded beneath the elastic waistband of her pants. Even her thighs, once sleek and smooth from cheerleading, now appeared trunk-like, pressed tight within the confines of her pant legs.
"What are you looking at?" Susan said, noticing Crystal and Judy's stares.
"Uniform shrink?" Crystal replied unfazed. Until then Judy and Crystal had been careful not to mention Susan's expanding girth for fear they might scare her into dieting, but Crystal couldn't resist the opportunity.
"You're one to talk," Susan said, gesturing towards Crystal's zaftig figure.
"Me?" Crystal balked. "Over the past few weeks I've managed to lose a few pounds, but I can sure see where they went."
"You...you..." Susan seemed shocked. Her face reddened as she stammered for a reply. Before she could, however, Chuck appeared from behind the counter.
"You're late again..." Chuck said, glaring sternly at Susan. "...and I'm getting pretty sick of it."
Crystal and Judy looked at each other in stunned silence. Susan just smiled innocently and ran over to where Chuck was standing.
"Oh Chuck I'm so sorry," Susan purred, wrapping her plump arms around him playfully.
"This is no joke," Chuck said, pushing her away. "Susan, I want you working in the kitchen today."
"But...but..." Susan's eyes began to well with tears.
"No excuses just do it," Chuck ordered as Susan sulked off to the kitchen. "Crystal you've got register O.K.?"
Crystal stood speechless for a moment, not quite realizing what had just happened.
"Uh...Yes sir," she finally choked out, as she and Judy exchanged awkward glances.
"Good," Chuck said, heading back towards the office. "Let's get some work done then."
The rest of the day passed without incident. Susan's face remained somber and expressionless as she worked to keep up with the orders. Even Crystal and Judy were silent as they quietly reflected on what had happened earlier. That night they decided unanimously to suspend operation "Feed Susan."
Days soon turned into weeks and Susan remained on kitchen detail. Crystal would occasionally volunteer to take over for Susan for a few days, but Chuck would always refuse, saying that things were better the way they were. In fact, Susan was becoming a pretty good worker. She rarely spoke on the job anymore and would absorb herself in her work.
Even without Crystal and Judy's subtle encouragement, however, it was clear she was still putting on weight. She munched incessantly on leftover food, and would always make extra fries for herself. Soon it became obvious that Susan was in dire need of a new uniform, but she seemed hesitant to ask for one.
One day, after it had become so ridiculously tight that it looked ready to burst at the seams, Chuck tossed her a larger one saying, "Thought you could use this."
Susan simply said "Thank You," and went back to work, her face flush with anger and embarrassment.
***
