Bulking Up (And Out) Pt8

Hey everyone. Sorry for the late post, things have been rather hectic but I wanted to make sure I got this up before weeks end. 

Enjoy. 

Thanks. 

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“Hey Cass, when you get settled in, can you come over here for a second?”

The rabbit grumbled as she put her backpack down and took a swig of her protein shake before making the short walk to her boss. She noted the giraffe seemed more cheery than usual, which was very hard to do.

“Yeah Annette?”

The giraffe grinned and opened the door past her office that led to the kitchen. Cassie glanced in to see that the cooks were back there, frantically making the items for dinner. They waved at their boss and Cassie as the two began the walk into the back.

She lumbered slowly behind the giraffe, feeling a little flush from the movement. It felt like there were a thousand lamps pointed at her all at once as she strolled through the kitchen and into the two main fridges and storage freezer. Just as she did, Annette swung open the heavy door and waved her in.

“Ta-da!”

Cassie walked in to see that Annette had apparently gone on quite the baking spree, as the shelves of the fridge were stocked with pumpkin pies. Each one looked freshly made and there were no blemishes on any of them. They were picture perfect.

“I spent all night baking these two dozen pumpkin pies. Doesn’t it smell heavenly? Doesn’t this look exquisite?

Cassie was not that impressed.

“That’s a lot of pumpkin pie, I’ll say that.”

Annette had taken Cassie to the back refrigerated area, showing her all of the fruits of her hours of baking. It was almost Thanksgiving and, as tradition had it, Annette would make a dozen or so of her famous pumpkin pies for the buffet. It was always a huge hit and the buffet was always packed with more people than ever before. Everyone always raved about the pie and some even brought containers to take home leftovers.

“It is. They are basically my babies. I only make them like two times a year. They’re a hassle to make but they elicit such a great response from the community that I feel like I have to do it, ya know?”

Cassie shrugged her shoulders, unsure how to react. Sure, the smells were great, but, she was not a big fan of pumpkin. She never got caught up in the “pumpkin spice” craze that had gone around. She didn’t drink Pumpkin Spice Lattes, she didn’t drink Pumpkin beer, she didn’t touch any of that kind of stuff. She had even mentioned this once when Annette offered her a Pumpkin Spiced Latte. It made no sense why she was getting special treatment now.

“That’s great, Annette. Really, it is. I just never got into the whole pumpkin craze. They look and smell great, no lie. Just isn’t for me.”

She noted that her boss, who was pleasant in the middle of a snowstorm and even if she was stung by a bee, looked a little annoyed. She crossed her arms and sighed.

“Right. Well, I’m sorry for bothering you with this. I guess since you’re a trainer and exercise enthusiast, you just don’t eat stuff like this. Gotcha.”

Cassie noted the displeasure in Annette’s voice and did not like it. It was not the usual jovial and upbeat tone she had grown accustomed to. This sounded like she was personally insulted by Cassie. If Cassie didn’t fix this, she’d really be up shits creek.

“It’s not that, I just have never really been given it before, ya know? The stuff I’ve had is all that Starbucks and other shit that cashes in on the craze. I’m sure your stuff is better than that.”

She smiled back at Annette, hoping this would work. It didn’t.

“Yeah. It’s ok Cassandra. Really. Totally fine. Didn’t mean to take up your time. You can go back to your post and get started for the day.”

No one called her Cassandra unless they were annoyed with her. This was not good in Cassie’s eyes as she watched her boss shake her head and long neck. Annette turned to leave but Cassie rushed up to stop her. She grabbed her by the arm, almost too strongly. Sensing what she had done upon seeing her boss’ reaction, she pulled back.

“So-sorry Annette. Maybe, maybe I can try a piece now? I’ll bet that will change my opinion of pumpkin. Could even make me a pumpkin addict!”

She laughed nervously, knowing that her sucking up skills were not the best. It was not that she wanted to make her boss happy, she just wanted to appease her enough so she could continue to work there and earn a paycheck. She still hadn’t heard from any of the places she had applied to and if she got fired here, she’d be back on her ass. She had saved up some money to be sure, but it still was not enough for her to not have a job. For now, she NEEDED this position.

Annette’s brow drooped for a second and then she smiled. She put her hand on her employee’s shoulder and chuckled.

“My pies ARE that good, Cass. I’ll tell you what. I’ll leave you a pie when you go home tonight. You come in tomorrow and tell me what you think. Hopefully it changes your mind for all things pumpkin.”

They nodded in agreement with one another, and Cassie believe it was over. She turned to the pies and looked at them once more as Annette left.

“Ugh, these fucking things. Why do I have to put up with this shit? I’m a fucking personal trainer, not a god damn taste tester” she yelled, her body showing otherwise in her too tight uniform.

She gently kicked one of the freezer doors, hearing it echo throughout the entire storage area. She bit her lip as she hoped this wouldn’t be heard by anyone else.

“Oh, and Cass?”

Cassie tensed up, which caused her tight uniform to grow even tighter, which was evident in the way her panties now pressed up against the fabric from the seat of her pants. Annette could see that she was wearing a thong, or at least her panties were now a thong due to her volleyball sized ass cheeks.

“Please don’t just go home and throw out the pie. I’ll have a list of questions for you tomorrow. Think of it as a way to help your boss out, k? I’d love to know what you think, if I can win someone over like you, I’ll know I’m doing a good job!”

With that, the giraffe left and went back to her office, leaving her plump employee annoyed and visibly frustrated. She clenched her chubby fists and took a deep breath.

“Fucking blimp-titted bitch” she said under her breath, before returning to the dining room and her desk.