About This File
Your boss's boss calls you into her office during your lunch hour, no reason given. When you arrive, she's stuffing her face with pizza and guzzling a fizzy water, belching, and making you wait while she inhales whole slices in single bites, showing no shame in her gluttony. She bends over to look for your file, once she's finally finished her entire pizza, and gives you an extra hard look at her ass, which is suspicious, since she herself digitized all personnel files the day before, was she trying to get you to look? You brought her donuts, because you didn't know what you were in for today, and wanted to get into her good graces. You've noticed her ballooning weight and appetite since you started working here, and figured a sweet, fatty bribe couldn't hurt.
As she devours the first of the gourmet treats, she informs you that she's noticed you noticing her, that you can't concentrate when she's in the room, that you keep leaving food in the break room and only telling her about it, so she gets to eat it all. She's pretty sure she's figured out your problem, she can see it right there in front of her, clear as day: You like fat girls, right? She shows off her fat gut for you, then tries to pull her shirt back down, but when she sits, a button pops. She tries to redo it, but when she pulls the shirt back down to fix it another button flies open. Oh well, You want to be her feeder, right? Good. She's adding that to your job description. She lists her expectations of multiple extra meals and snacks throughout the day, help getting back to her car when she's too stuffed and food-dopey to make it on her own, and if you're really as good and dedicated as you appear to be, maybe letting you help her inside her house too. A girls gotta eat dinner, after all....