Nothing like a busy summer job to make you appreciate your rare days off, I thought to myself. Finishing up the frying and dumping all the meat and bacon onto a plate, I didn't even bother moving to the table and just gobbled up the whole thing in record time, only pausing when the heat singed my tongue a little bit. At last feeling satisfied from a belly chock-full of leftovers and fried meat, I retreated upstairs to get dressed, licking the grease off my fingers as I went along. Patting my protruding belly with my free hand, I wondered if I should stop at the store and update my wardrobe; I had already started popping pants buttons the last week, and I was running low on shirts that didn't display my navel to the world at large.
Rummaging through my clothes drawers, I managed to find an ugly orange t-shirt that I meant to return when it was too big and tossed it on, pulling it down over my belly. Tugging on boxer shorts that were starting to fall apart at the seams and a pair of sweatpants, the ultimate fatty apparel, I checked my appearance in the mirror on the wardrobe. A sliver of my stomach was visible, but only because I was overstuffed from breakfast. Good enough, I thought to myself. I stroked the underside of my heavier chin, still scratchy from when I shaved this morning, and thought ahead to lunch. I would probably be hungry enough after an hour shopping for new clothes. I reached into my pocket to check the time on my phone, wondering if that would be-
Wait, where's my phone?
Looking down, I dug through my pocket again, pulling out my wallet and nothing else. I looked over at the charging cable where my phone should have been and dug through the pockets of the shorts I had laying around, finding nothing but a half-eaten candy bar, which quickly became a full-eaten candy bar. The rush of chocolate reminded me of the cake that Emily said I could take home. I could still remember how excited I was when I saw it, and how I grabbed it with both hands after setting down my...
Doh. I slapped my forehead in irritation at my own gluttony-inspired forgetfulness. Guess I'd have to go into work after all. Maybe I could score some extra baked goods while I was there, at least.
I arrived at the bakery a few minutes later, the sugary sweetness of baked goods wafting through the air towards me. It looked like a slow day, but I decided to slip into the back door anyway, hoping to find some unwrapped crates I could 'inspect'. Poking my nose in the door, I felt relief at the sight of my jet black mobile device lying right where I left it. Sighing in relief, I picked it up and turned it over, checking to see what the charge was and seeing if I missed any messages. My eyes, however, inevitably drifted towards a giant stack of cupcakes oozing with rainbow colored frosting. My mouth immediately began to water as I approached the stack like a shark that smelled blood in the water. We didn't have security cameras, and no one knew I was here. I could just yoink one and get going...  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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