This choice: Frank cannot do his work right | Go Back Chapter 11: Frank cannot do his work right (ID #683581) an addition by: datonman ![View tonynai's Portfolio. [Offline / Private]](http://images.Writing.Com/imgs/writing.com/writers/costumicons/ps-icon-regular-10.gif) More by this author An obese Frank was anxiously researching on his computer so that he can look up some new information on the next threat. He worked so fast that he was constantly sweating. On his desk were candy wrappers, sodas, and hamburger wrappers all around. His obese belly was sucked in so that he could fit in his seat. Frank held in all his fatness in to a certain extent, he didn't want to get stuck. He quickly wiped a hint of sweat from his forehead and went back to the task. He tried to slowly push the keys so that he wouldn't hit two of a time. Apparently frank's fingers have grown to sausage size. He sighed as he gave up. He leaned back in his chair. He then saw to his delight, a donut left in the box. Frank began to reach for it with both hands. He grunted but his fat prevented him from reaching it. "Come on!" Instead he tried to get up, but found to his disappointment that he couldn't. His fat drooped all over the chair. He felt like a blob. "Uh-Oh!" He wriggled around in his seat trying to get out. He was stuck. He moved around faster and faster until he stopped when he heard the chair creaking. "Oh boy!" Suddenly the chair broke and he fell back first.
Frank opened his eyes and saw three women looking at him smiling. They were Jessica, Heather, and Michelle, a trio of super hot sexy women dedicated to fighting crime. "Problems Frank?" Jessica asked.
"I couldn't reach the donut." he pointed at his desk.
"Frank I think it's time to tell you what we are up to." Heather said.
"You see we like to thank you for all that you've done for us and to show our appreciation to you we've decided to award you...200." Michelle said.
"200,000 dollars?" Frank said happily.
"Nope 200 lbs that you've now gained." Jessica replied.
Frank was confused and a bit worried.
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