Jose knocked on the double doors of his boss’ office. At the call 'Enter', he swung his massive thighs into action. If the doors had belong to any other office, it would have made Jose happy that his massive lovehandles brushed both sides of the double doors' frame, but Jose never quite knew where he stood with his boss. At least, he saw, his boss was smiling at him.
Part of Jose's incertitude about his boss was that the man was extremely, almost ridiculously muscular. He reminded Jose of the muscled jocks who had made high school such a hell - and Jose had been a lot smaller then! But this man always seemed happy to see him, and he'd gotten several commendations for his work, so Jose assumed that, at least professionally, his boss the Chief Accountant was happy with him. To say that Jose worked very hard and sweated over tiny details was an understatement - but as a fat man, he knew had to work harder than the skinny guys to be considered competent, and he wanted to be a great accountant, not just an employee.
"Come in, Jose, grab a chair, take a load off," his boss said, as he rose and came around the desk. Casually clad in dress shirt and tie - a dress shirt that had to have been custom made to fit that massive chest, just as Jose's were custom tailored to cover his spreading gut - the boss extended a hand to Jose, then dropped into a chair himself.
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