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Chica huffed, trying to ignore the way her body spilled out and overflowed from her perpetually too-small outfit.  She knew they were trying to appeal to the chubby chasers, but this was embarrassing!  She just couldn't wait until she could clock out and sit down with half a dozen pizzas-

"!?"  Chica went rigid as her gut was heaved upwards, eyes shooting down to the offending cause:  A drunken patron squatted in front of her, practically drooling over her flab as he fondled and squeezed it.

"E-excuse the hell outta you!"  She gasped.  "Who said you could get so fuckin' grabby with the s-staff, huh?"

This...  was gonna be a long day.