New Employee 8

Cass groaned in agony as her distended abdomen pressed into the steering wheel of her vehicle, her belly flopping under the wheel and brushing against the seat. She didn’t want to admit it, but it was becoming apparent that the automobile was too small for the still growing bird. Her hips pressed into the driver side door and overflowed the seat to hit against both the middle storage console and the shifter. Cass had to constantly adjust herself whenever putting the car in anything but drive, which further aggravated her.

Today had been another Saturday when she decided to go to the gym, but, like the prior 10 Saturdays, that trip just never came to fruition. Sure, a few of those had been due to Pamela calling her and asking her to come in and work, but today was different. She had gotten up at an early time, knowing that even if she had to go in (and she would), she would have time to get at least a quick workout in before getting to the office. Cass had put on her biggest workout apparel (and said clothing was plastered onto her inflated frame), and had started driving to Mango Fitness. Before she got far though, her stomach began growling something fierce. She tried to ignore it, even as the rumbling got worse and worse.

These days, Cass didn’t go more than an hour without stuffing food into her mouth, so the fact that she had eaten breakfast, then struggled into clothing for twenty-five minutes, followed by a fifteen minute walk to her car, and then many minutes of squeezing her belly into the car, she was not only exhausted and dripping in sweat like she had run a marathon, but she was in need of sustenance.

That was why, as she drove past more and more fast-food spots, most of which were connected to her employer, Cass found her mouth watering instinctively, drool dropping down into her cavernous cleavage. She was able to get past about seven of the restaurants, but when she saw a sign at Gordo’s Tacos for “buy 3 get 3 free” on any order, she couldn’t resist. She turned her sedan into the parking lot and went right to the drive thru.

After getting 12 tacos, 12 fajitas, and 12 quesadillas, along with an extra large Arnold Palmer, she pulled into a parking spot for a moment, believing she’d only eat one, maybe two items. Once she bit into that first fajita however, it was obvious that that wouldn’t be the case. One fajita became two, then three, then four, then five. And when six was out of the bag, she glanced over at the other bag which contained the fully loaded steak and chicken quesadillas, and knew she had to try those too.

It was a display of pure gluttony, one that was common place for the once fit bird. She had purchased more than she originally thought she would, and now, she was acting like a complete pig in the parking lot. She had grease all over her feathers and beak, with stains of salsa and pico all on her workout clothes. Even worse, while the hunger rumblings had left her belly, a new kind was brewing; gas. She let out a torrent of belches and farts, feeling the tension in her belly ease, which allowed more food to be put into her mouth. Before she knew it, all 36 items had been eaten, leaving nothing but bits of cheese and meat on her body and clothes.

“Barpppp! That, whew, was good. I, gasp, needed, pant, energy for the gym. Now, whew, now I can get in a good, urp!”

Thoughts of that ended however, when she realized that it was now after 10:30, and she was due in the office at 11. Her gluttony had taken almost half an hour and killed any and all chances of going to the gym. Frustrated, Cass grumbled to herself about needing to be better, all while not even realizing she had driven in a circle and ended up in the drive thru line again.

“Hi, welcome to Gordo’s Tacos, home of the all cheese soft shell taco. What can I get you?”

She didn’t even realize what she had done, she’d been so annoyed with herself for not taking the opportunity to exercise that she got back in line. She thought about backing up and leaving, but there was a car behind her.

“Ugh, I, urp, don’t, burp, need more food, do I”, she asked herself.

As if to answer, her belly moaned once more, signaling that did in fact need to eat again.

“It would be rude to not order anything now. Besides, I can always pick stuff up for Pamela and the others while I’m here”, she reasoned with herself.

“Burp, I, uh, I will take two of each combo meal, and 6 tacos and 6 soft shell all cheese tacos.”

“Sure. Please drive around.”

Cass shifted in her car seat, her taut belly pressed tightly into the wheel. She let out another burp and fart, feeling it lighten the pressure on the wheel and her pants. She groaned as she looked for a place to put the cup, knowing that her cup holders were buried under a love handle and hip combo. Without thinking, she stuff the container in between her impressive jugs, letting her bosom hold up the beverage.

“That’ll be $263.25.”

Cass looked over at the tiger standing in the drive thru, it was the same one who had given her her food before. She smiled nervously at him as she reached out to hand him her credit card.

“He-he, forgot that I was in charge of getting food for the group, had to add onto my order”, she said, hoping he’d buy it.

He might have, if she hadn’t left the empty bags on the dash board, showing that she had indeed already eaten everything previously ordered. Now the young fur just thought she had ordered another massive round for herself.

“Right”, he said sarcastically, as he ran the card to give back to her.

She laughed nervously, taking the card back before he handed her the first bag. It took 15 bags but eventually all the food was in the car and Cass was off.

“Next, urp, next time”, she said as she reached into her own bag to get an all cheese taco, I just go right to the, burp, gym. If I don’t, I’ll make Pamela look thin!”