Gloria opened her eyes, still leaned back in her chair. Shit, how long had she been asleep? She glanced out her window aaaand... it was dark. Welp. She must have slept for... wait, when did she even fall asleep? Gloria quickly realized that the past few hours since Cheryl left were a complete blur to her. Had she been drinking? She certainly didn't FEEL hungover...
Gloria belched, the hybrid Neapolitan taste of strawberry jelly, chocolate, and peanut butter coming up from her stomach with it. Oh. Oh yeah! The donuts! Gloria instinctively reached over to her desk, her eyes still half-closed with sleep, to grab another, only for her pudgy hand to dully slap the crumbs and cardboard at the bottom of an empty box. Well shit. Guess she finished off this box.
She opened her eyes wider and actually surveyed her desk, searching desparately for a box with some heavenly fried dough inside it. Unfortunately, all she saw were the same white, empty boxes, some stacked atop one-another, others tossed willy-nilly upside-down on the carpeted floor. Wait... didn't Cheryl only bring about 8 dozen donuts with her? Then why was Gloria counting EIGHTEEN? Oh no. Oh god no. Did she eat OVER TWO HUNDRED DONUTS today?
Panicked, Gloria glanced down to her belly. It hung out of her clothes heavily, taut and round, still utterly stuffed from her binge. Her blouse had been rolled up and pants unbuttoned to make room for it. Various colored crumbs littered her tan skin. She gingerly put a hand to the top of her gut and rubbed slightly. It felt... normal. This was how it normally felt after a big meal. If she had eaten over 200 donuts in the past few hours, she'd probably be feeling like she was about to explode, but she wasn't. Granted, she HAD just woken up from a nap, so it was possible she was feeling that way when she fell asleep, but...
Gloria sat up and looked at her computer. Specifically, to the clock. It was about 11 at night which checked out with how dark it was outside. And... wait. That couldn't be right. But at the same time it made sense... Gloria hadn't lost a few hours, she'd lost an entire day. Was she just... sitting in her office eating donuts all day today? And all night? That would make sense given that there were a lot of empty boxes, and she was still wearing the clothes she was wearing yesterday.
Then, Gloria's stomach grumbled. Shit... despite feeling pretty full she could still probably go for something to eat. Hmmm... More donuts? NO. As far as she knew, donuts were all she'd been eating for the past... day and a half. But they were so good... SO good... She stopped herself again. Think of the calories Gloria! Just one of those things was a total calorie bomb, and she'd already eaten 200 within a relatively short period of time. But... she hadn't eaten them in a couple hours, like she thought initially. That's okay, right? Plus, Gloria was already a bigger girl. Who would care if she gained a few pounds?
Fuck it. She picked up her phone and dialed Fiona, her night assistant. She very quickly picked up and started to say hello, but Gloria cut her off. "Listen, Fiona, I need you to make a donut run."
She seemed exasperated on the other end. "Another one?"
Gloria closed her eyes and leaned back. She'd done this before, hadn't she? "Yes, another one. Can you get me... 10 dozen? Assorted."
"Sure."
She licked her lips. "And be quick about it. I've got a lot of... work to do tonight, overtime, you see. And I need to get some snacks to power me through it."
"Okay." She obviously didn't believe her.
Gloria hung up without saying goodbye. She had donuts to think about. She stared up at the ceiling and saw visions of them flying above her in a ring.
***
Meanwhile, Cheryl was finishing up her third donut report of the night. "All in all, the cream's consistency is not quite liquid, not quite solid; a perfectly thick mix which…" She laid back on the sofa, her laptop resting on her chest as she typed. Her eyes were glazing over. This was harder work than she had expected, and she had barely scratched the surface. Gloria made her put the rest of the administrative staff on donut reports, too, and she was the person in charge of collecting them. There were a grand total of 38 donut flavors at Danny's and Cheryl had finished off… 4 reports. 5 when the one she was currently typing was done. Just thinking about that made her stomach scream at her.
Cheryl slammed her laptop shut, sighed, and tilted her head to see the TV. Way too many donuts on the mind today. She needed a break. A few feet away, Cheryl's roommate, Tracy, was sitting in one of those circular felt gaming chairs, uh, gaming. Despite them having different interests, Cheryl more into arts and music and Tracy a bona fide gamer girl, they had very similar personalities so they got along like two peaches in a can.
Tracy noticed Cheryl's attention had been turned. "Done with donuts?" She didn't look away from the screen, she was really in the zone.
"For the night, I think." Cheryl put her hand to her belly, which had bloated into a round food baby riding up her tank top. "I'm stuffed. I don't want to think about this shit."
"How many did you even have?"
"Like… maybe 20? I lost- *bwuuuurrrp*" She moaned with the pain of fullness, putting another hand to her stomach. "I lost count."
"Jesus Cher. Does that bitch want you as big as a house or something? YEAH YOU FUCK, GET OUTTA HERE!" Tracy yelled at games like that all the time, even when they were single player. "Sorry."
Cheryl burped again, a shorter one. "We'll see. Remember when I got tubby because of my meds?"
Tracy chuckled. "Yeah. Thicc Cheryl! Is she coming back?"
"She might be… I don't want her to."
"Oh, come on. Thicc Cheryl was hot and you know it."
"Thicc Cheryl was fat and jiggly and couldn't get her cute pants on." Cheryl sighed.
Tracy giggled. "Remember when… Remember when you ripped your leggings in front of Alan?"
Cheryl picked up one of the little pillows on the couch and screamed into it. "Don't fucking remind me. If Thicc Cheryl comes back I'm gonna jump off a bridge."
"If you landed on your fat butt you'd survive." As Tracy started laughing hysterically, Cheryl whipped the pillow at her. The impact of it, which sorta hurt, made her laugh even harder.
Cheryl groaned. "I want some milk or something but I don't wanna get up."
"Man, you are already sounding like her."
"I am not! I'm always a lazy bitch, you know that. I'd be beached on this- *BUUURP* -fucking couch no matter how much I weighed."
"Do you want me to go get you some?"
She groaned again. "Yes, please. It would make up for reminding me about Alan."
"Okay. Once I die, I'll get you some milk."
"Thank you." Cheryl closed her eyes.
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