Piper had gotten her new job just when it was needed. Her mother had gotten pregnant, just as her father had fucked off for the final time, Parker was no help, and just then, without a college degree, barely getting a high school education, Piper had lucked into a job that was better paying than her mother’s, with unlimited overtime, bonuses, and benefits. It was even a union job!
So everyone tried to overlook the one big fat side effect of that job, which was one big fat Piper. Piper was a product tester at Yeng Industries, and what that meant was she went into work, and for eight hour she’d eat whatever they gave her. And they gave her a lot. Most people quit after the first two weeks, if not the first day. When she had first got the job, it was alongside Dakota, who quit in a hurry. Piper didn’t have the kinds of opportunities Dakota had, and she wasn’t going to give up such a prized position, however. Even if it means giving up on her shortlived svelte figure.
…not that she didn’t miss it sometimes. Like now, as she looked in the mirror.
Not that she was HUGE. Well, huge compared to what she was, but... She was fat alright, just not a blimp. At least, that’s what she told herself.
Her face was a bit rounder, her cheeks a bit puffier and what would be a double chin for sure if she kept gaining was starting to form. Her breasts were larger than ever, still holding shape but not without a fight, hanging lower even in their bra. They hung just above her gut, the flabby protrusion hanging over her waist and peeking from under her shirt. It was a solid ball of fat for now, but it threatened to split into two rolls if it got any bigger. Piper hefted it in her hands, squishy her pudgy fingers into it. Just playing with her gut made her tits shift and jiggle.
She sighed. They all had to make sacrifices. Fuck it, at least her tits were huge. And it wasn’t like she wasn’t enjoying all this food. She hurried up and got dressed for work. She didn’t have a carpool today, but at least Parker was gonna drive her. Normally that would be a pain, but ever since the new working arrangement, Parker no longer was giving her any shit. Not if she wanted to keep living in a house Piper was paying for.
At least at work nobody boggled at her weight. Piper might stick around longer than most, but they all knew the effects of working as a tester, and they treated it like any other risk of industrial labor. “Hey Pipey!” The janitor greeted her as she clocked in.
“Hey Steve!” Plus, Piper was outgoing and social as ever. It made her popular around the plant. “
You catch the Panther’s game last night?”
“Nah, I was here. Pulling overtime.”
He sighed. “I hear that. Just don’t go working too hard.”
Piper patted her belly. “I’ll try not to.”
Then she headed to her work station, where she sat in front of a conveyor belt like she was on an assembly line. She was at an assembly line, just one with a comfy chair, a TV, and a tablet. The conveyor belt would bring her food, she’d select them, eat them and log it on the tablet, along with any observations. Not that the observations mattered that much. She figured out from experience that the act of selecting a food off the conveyor belt was itself the testing. How quickly she ate it, how much she’d eat of it. And the more she ate, the more bonuses there were. Bonuses for being the one to eat the most out of all the testers. Piper defended her three week streak there voraciously. It wasn’t just that she liked this job, it wasn’t just that she needed this job, it was that she was GOOD at this job.
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