Johanna was certainly becoming an interesting sight. Plopped in her extra-large chair, the previously clean, skinny, snobby-faced cheerleader was covered in barbecue sauce and grease, her tummy taking on an almost bowl-shaped curve, and her face was in a sleepy, yet pained expression.
It had been two weeks since her job had began, and her old lifestyle was proving to be... difficult coupled to her new job. Everything she ate was sloppy, rich and heavy; fat stuck to her stomach and stayed there, and made her belly constantly feel as heavy as an anchor. And it ached, oh, it ached, simultaneously stuffed to the brim, yet gnawing at her to eat more. She found herself constantly eating junk food at home, but nothing ever actually filled her up,aside from Bertha's incredible, filling, warm food~.
The effects were starting to show. The first week, she just looked bloated, but now she looked slightly... fluffy. Soft, even. Her cheerleading coach told her to take a break from cheerleading to "work off that flab", but between her heavy belly and her hunger pangs, she just started lazing around more.
But that wasn't the worst part. No, the worst part was that the food was making her gassy.
Very gassy, in fact. She found herself struggling all day at school to hold in a loud belch, or a bellowing fart. Most of the time, she managed to contain herself. Sometimes, she couldn't. Murmurs of Johanna's tummy and her gassy tush spread around the school like wildfire. Even her old cheerleading friends were mocking her!
Except Bertha. Bertha was quickly becoming the nicest person Johanna knew.
"Aw, honey, quit holdin' in all that gas! You're among family here", she'd say to Johanna, before Johanna would unleash a wet belch.
"N-Next meal?" Johanna sheepishly asked, he tummy still unsatisfied.