Lauren works at McGinger's (Parts 1 - 3) (Patreon)

Hi all! Sorry for the lack of activity this past month, it's been really busy.

To make up for it, here is a 3-part sequence and story I collaborated on with screwedontight (check out his stuff!)

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Part 1

Carla had no clue what to do. What she thought was going to be just another hire-on at McGingers, was quickly developing into a force of nature all on her own.

She should've seen the warning signs once Lauren Smith began interning at the restaurant.

It felt so long ago despite only being less than a month. The ditzy, flirty nineteen year old bouncing her way for the interview, with a rack that was already thick enough to support a dining tray. Hell, she practically showed that off as a "skill" for her resume'. According to her, she only wanted to get a job so her aunt could stop riding her back on it, and McGingers was the closest place to apply from her house. Not to mention the supposed "meal plan" that came with it. Which Carla was certain only something Lauren completely fabricated herself based on nothing but assumptions.

But, that didn't stop Harvey from giving her said meal plan anyway.

The reasoning for him hiring her was about as clear as day. The way he looked at her chest and ass as they struggled against her tight clothes was impossible to ignore. Not to mention the woman came in for her interview while wearing nothing but short-shorts and a latex tube top. This girl had little to no shame. Carla bet that Lauren could probably EAT shame if given the chance.

Carla did her best to restrain the slutty behavior of the newbie, as well as the sluttier idea her boss came up with her.

"I'm just trying to make her not feel too hot during these summer hours," Havey excused while trying and failing to convince Carla that Lauren should be walking around in this string bikini that he bought for her.

Despite his favoritism, Harvey ultimately buckled into granting Lauren the same t-shirt and pants uniform that everyone else had to wear. Even if hers was "accidentally" three sizes too small, much to Carla's annoyance.

But back then, she wasn't that annoyed. She was Lauren's manager after all. McGingers was a tight ship, and she was the captain of it, and she was going to make doubly sure that this whale of an employee didn't get any bigger.

Oh, how naive she was back then

"HIYA BOSS!" ;D Lauren bounced her way into work again. Using her bulbous boobs to chest-bump the double doors wide open with a single push.

"Hey Lauren," sang the male staff. Carla gave them the death stare as she sighed,

"Good morning to you too, Lauren." Her eyes failing to ignore just how much her shirt and her long pants were struggling on her blubbery body now.

"I can't wait to get to work today, Carla. I'm STARVING." XD

"Lauren, you're job isn't to EAT the food we make, remember? How many times have I repeated this to you now?" >8I

"Idunnuh," she shrugged, "I lost count after thirty." 8/ Carla had to restrain her outburst,

"Did you even TRY that exercise routine I gave you last weekend?"

"Oh yeah! It worked great on me," she beamed as she placed her hands behind her head, thrusting her N-Cupped chest even further. The shirt loudly letting out small tears throughout her top. "I probably weigh only 250 pounds now." :wink:

"You were 240 pounds last WEEK!" D8<

"Yeah, that's what I mean," grinned Lauren, Carla's frustration bouncing off of her like most things her breasts and booty touched these days. "If it weren't for that awesome diet you gave me, I mean, look at me. I'm nowhere NEAR 300 pounds yet, so clearly I'm doing something right." giggling to herself as her pants barely covered half of her ass, with the top of it completely exposed to the elements like a pair of fleshly hills held together by a tight bright pink thong.

Her green top was also sporting a massive case of underboob from how little the shirt fit her these days. With the tears along the seams causing more cleavage to pop up, and more of her thighs getting exposed, and that plush belly of hers STILL sticking out. Virtually untouched by any form of clothing. How was this girl only 180 pounds with a "small" J-cup when she started working?

Carla, not wishing to start the day on a bad note, pinched the bridge of her nose and relented,

"Fine, just work the drive thru for today."

"Awesome!" Lauren clapped.

"And DON'T sneak any fries, OR burgers today." >8c

"Aww, but how am I supposed to know if they're tasty?" D8>

"You'll figure it out. I have faith in your taste if nothing else." BI

Closest thing to a compliment she gave her in weeks.

"Wow, okay! I won't let you down, big sis," ;D  Lauren saluted, and swayed her way over to the drive thru window.

With half the staff watching her backside seductively sway and wobble with every hard step she made.

Once Lauren made her way to her station at the drive-thru, she put on her hat and headset, tested it out, and once she saw a car come on by on the video feed she asked in her overly energetic bubbly tone,

"Hiii, welcome to McGingers, can I take your order?"

"Uh," the customer hesitated on the other line, not used to the intercom being so cheery. "Can I get a triple pounder meal with a side of coke please?"

"Oh my god that's good," she complimented. "But, are you SUUURE that's what you want?"

"Excuse me?"

"I mean, the triple's good, but the quarter and quintuple pounder meals are SO much better! OOH and the honey mustard you can get for the fries. You should probably get that too. OH, don't forget a nice chocolate and marshmallow milkshake to wash all that yumminess down your-"

"Lauren!" warned Carla on the other side of the line.

"What, I was just giving him some helpful advice." <8c

"Yeah but you don't force customers to buy what YOU want to eat. I don't want another repeat of what happened last Friday."

Lauren sighs, "FINE. You said you wanted a dry, boring, triple pounder meal sir?" B/

"Um, yes please?" it was still too early in the morning for him to handle what he was hearing.

"Okay, I'll have it for you in a jiffy."

"Good girl," nodded Carla. "Now don't go ahead and sneak some of his fries before giving it to him."

"I wooon't, jeez Carla, you're worse than my aunt. I do have SOME self control."

Lauren ended up eating five fries before giving it to her customer.

After all, he was certainly not going to notice a few fries missing. Especially from how he noticed Lauren's bouyant rack rest on the window sill as she leaned out to deliver his meal.

"Come again soon," she waved. Secretly wishing she could've snuck in a sixth fry before she had to part ways with her food.

But hey, she'll certainly get more opportunities. After all, it was only her first driver of the day. :wink:

Who left in a bewildered, but ultimately happy mood as he drove off.

The other customers went by like clockwork as Lauren reentered the usual routine. Take order, call it out to the boys, sneak a few fries, hand it out. Take order, call it out to the boys, sneak an onion ring, hand it out. Take order, call it out to the boys, chomp a couple nuggets, hand it out.

She's gotten much better at sneaking in her little treats since she first started. Back when Lauren first started working she couldn't even touch a deliciously salted fry without Carla immediately snatching it out of her hand like a hawk. Nowadays she was more careful.

But that didn't make her tummy feel any less hungry. These snacks didn't add up to a real meal, and she didn't have time to even have second breakfast before driving over here this morning. Poor thing felt like she may end up wasting away at this rate.

She watched desperately as the minutes slowly ticked away at her shift, waiting for the promised eleventh hour so she was allowed to take her well-earned lunch break in Harvey's office.

screwinon — 05/06/2021

The wait was excrutiating. Lauren felt like she might pass out. She wanted so badly to eat all the burgers and meals she was handed over, but knew that would get her fired for sure. Ugh, why was Carla always sooooo mean?

Until she finally got that acknowleding tap on her shoulder from her manager,

"Ok, you managed to go three hours without swallowing someone else's meal. Congrats," she rolled her eyes.

"Does, that mean I can go on break now?" Lauren pleaded.

"Not like I can stop you from heading up to Harvey's office anywa-" she was inbetween sighs as Lauren dug the woman's face into her torn cleavage as she hugged,

"Thankyouthankyouthankyoooou! I always knew you had some kind of heart, big sis." XD Then giddily let Carla take her post as she skipped and jiggled all the way to the back where Harvey was.

Harvey wasn't your usual McGinger's branch manager. He was a fit young 20-something guy, just a few years out of college. Though he looked a bit wimpy with his lithe frame, he was a smart guy who had great ideas that got him promoted so quickly. In fact, his post was technically above "branch manager", being more of a decision-making, planning type. He just decided to make his office here at this particular McG's to get a better feel of the troops on the ground.

And boy was he glad he did! If it weren't for this, he wouldn't have met Lauren.

He still remembered the day when she first bounced into his office, her head-sized breasts straining her tube top and her tiny shorts stretched over a big fat booty. The 180-pound, J-cup Lauren was a knockout by most standards, but most especially by Gingerbreadland standards of beauty.

Harvey decided on accepting her application right away. Not just for himself, but for the potential revenue it would bring the branch too! People would come from all over to this particular McG branch just to see a girl who looked like that. They could even use her in promotional materials, events, all kinds of things! It was a win-win.

Still, he sat through the interview as a formality and got to learn a thing or two about her. She was nineteen, an incoming freshman at Gingerbread U. She had just moved to Gingerbreadland and was looking for some work and a way to meet locals. But she already knew she loved the local food scene--McG's products included!

Since she came onboard, Harvey had gotten quite a few complaints from her immediate mentor Carla about the girl's eating habits. She always wanted snack breaks. And she would even be caught sneaking free samples quite a few times.

Harvey dismissed those concerns rationalizing that "she's just an intern, let her have some fun!" much to Carla's chagrin.

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Besides her constant snacking, he heard that some of the other male employees (and some females!) had taken to giving her extra treats--sharing their lunch, using their McG's meal allowance on her, and even bringing her surprise gifts from other establishments like Joey's Sweets.

Rather than being upset, Harvey couldn't have been more proud of his people.

He himself had done his part in the unspoken effort of the team to fatten Lauren up further. First, he had given her a great meal plan--something rare even among most regular employees, and unheard of for any intern. He turned a blind eye to Carla's complaints of her sneaking and snacking. He allowed her to hang around outside her official work hours, chatting up some of the other staff who were actually working, while she sat on her fat ass snacking. And lately, (and this annoyed Carla in particular) he had been inviting her to private lunches in his office.

All that special treatment was certainly showing up on Lauren's already outrageous figure.

He still remembered when she sat across him in his office back during her first day.  She had already changed into the McG's uniform, a boring collared shirt and pants that Lauren somehow managed to make sexy by how tight the fabric was over her abundant curves. He couldn't help but stare at the way her breasts stretched the top, how her hips filled up her chair and pants, how the shirt was just a little too short that a sliver of soft belly flesh poked out. That was the 180-pound Lauren of several weeks ago.

"So how has your week been so far Lauren?" he asked. Even today he had trouble keeping eye contact with her...probably even more so than before.

Across him sat the now 250-pound teenager, wearing that same McG's uniform but testing it a whole lot more than before.

curveslovers — 05/06/2021

On his desk between them was a spread of McG's burgers, onion rings, fries, wings, and other greasy fare. Some milkshakes too to wash it all down. On Harvey's side he had but a single salad and a coke. Lauren had quite the appetite.

"Mmmmfff...it's been realllyyy fun! I think I'm really getting the hang of the drive thru now too" she said through a mouthful of burger, her stuffed cheeks oily as she took a long gulp from her milkshake.

She reached for the box of fries she was working on and found it nearly empty.

"All the guys say I've been getting better and better every week~" she said rather airheaded, as she proceeded to shake the last bits of fries into her mouth.

That sent her gargantuan N-cup tits a-quaking, the word "TRAINEE" stretched and seemingly taunting Harvey as he watched her bulging cleavage jiggle. Her top was so tightly stretched on her nowadays that he could clearly see where her breasts poured over her massive--yet somehow too-small--bra cups.

"I-I have to agree. You've certainly been developing..." he gulped, hypnotized by all that wobbling boobage. He shook his head. "...uhhh...developing a lot of skills really quickly!"

"Ohmygosh thanks so much! I've really been trying soooo hard" she smiled as she reached for a third milkshake.

"Ugh these pants keep shrinking in the wash" she pouted down at her strained waistband, buttons creaking. Well, not like she could see it past her own giant rack--she had to recline herself just so she could. "You don't mind do you?"

She undid the button and allowed her contained belly to swell out, looking extra stuffed from the big lunch she was mowing through.

Harvey tried not to stare as Lauren relaxed, her plump belly pooching onto her large thighs.

"...ahhh that's sooo much better!" she said happily reaching for one of the newer products.

"Mmmfff...by the way did I tell you how much I love the new bacon-burger super deluxe? I went through all the samples during today's taste testing..."

“That’s some, uh, great intel there,” smiled Harvey. “I’ll be sure to let corporate know.”

“Thanksh bosh!” Lauren grinned, her cheeks stuffed with greasy cheese, and meat.

After she swallowed. “Also, I’ve been meaning to ask you something.”

“Oh?” His ears were hot red.

“I know I’ve like, haven’t been working here for THAT long. But I think my drier has been shrinking my work pants,” she pointed as she attempted to pull the buttons back together on her fly. While her cheeks behind her stretched the right fabric even more. The seams screaming to be freed from their torment

“So, can I get a larger uniform? Pretty please?” begging with a cute pout as she pressed her cleavage together. Her cleavage ripping the shirt just an extra inch more.

“W-well,” Harvey said, while mentally thanking himself for the desk that was hiding his “true feelings”. “As a matter of fact, I’ve already requested a special outfit for you yesterday. Custom made, just for you.” He winked.

“A custom outfit??” gasped Lauren. “Ohmygosh, that sounds incredible. But, why on me? I’m still just a trainee.”

“Oh Lauren, you give yourself too little credit. I know it may not sound like much since Carla gives you such a hard time and everything. But you are bringing much more business for us than before. We didn’t properly HAVE a breakfast menu until you came along. And our workers morale h-has never been more....focused.”

“Aww, you’re just saying that,” she giggled before dumping another box of fries down her mouth, and immediately began sucking her last milkshake.

“I-I expect big things from you, Lauren Smith. And, by the time your outfit gets here, I’m sure you’ll-er, I mean...our business. Will get MUCH bigger.”

“Wow. I didn’t think you’d have this much faith in me. I promise I won’t let you down,” saluting with a dazzling smile. Her shirt tearing a TINY bit from the sudden movement.

“A-although,” Harvey had to add after seeing the damage. “It’s probably going to take a while for it to get here. So you’ll need to hold onto that tight uniform for just a LITTLE bit longer. Like, two-or-three weeks. You think you can make it, erm, last that long?”

“Uh, duh. Of course I can. Sure, it’s a little tight, but I don’t expect to get THAT much fatter from here.” XD

“O-okay, I’ll hold you to it. Because, I’ve have gotten complaints from a couple families about your....u-um...dress code.”

“Oh, so Big sis wasn’t the ONLY person who got those? Hmm,” put some thought into it, “I guess I could cut back on my fourth dinner before I get someone to fix my drier. But really I don’t think it’ll be necessary. By the time my new outfit comes, I bet this current uniform will still be as snug and cozy like a sleeping bag.” :wink:

“G-g-,” he gulped, “good to know we’re on the same page.” ^^;

Part 2

Three and a half weeks later. Lauren continued her best to work at McGingers. Shockingly, even after her drier was fixed, she found her work outfit was still shrinking. Never once considering that maybe, JUST maybe, it’s from all the food she’s been sneaking and eating for days on end.

In fact, she felt that her appetite may have increased, due to knowing that no matter what happens to her outfit, there is a larger version of it waiting for her on Harvey’s desk one of these days.

Not to say she didn’t try ANYTHING to hold back her snacks. She didn’t want Harvey or Big sis Carla to be disappointed in her after all.

But, eating everything but ONE slice of cake after work, instead of a whole cake like she normally did, wasn’t as effective of a diet than she thought. And of course, Lauren did nothing to stop herself from eating the snacks and leftovers that her fellow workers gave her.

So by the time she began working the drive thru again, Lauren packed on a WHOPPING 80 pounds

Lauren was quite a sight. Behind the counter, her colleagues gawked as the now 330-pound girl bounced her way to the window, a real spectacle of quaking curvage.

They could almost hear the stitches of her top, her pants, her bra creaking. Her top, which fit like a normal shirt on more regular sized people, was reduced to an undersized crop top. With so much fabric tasked with stretching over her now truly colossal T-cup tits, it didn't even make it fully over her rack. Her slightest stretch caused it to ride up, showing the bottom of her struggling bra cups and even underboob! Geez.

This meant her belly was fully exposed. No longer held in by the high waist of her pants, or covered up top by her shirt, it wobbled in all its glory. Her meaty love handles and cute rolls jiggled as she moved, shamelessly and out in the open. You could see where her panties were digging just above her vast hips, squished between hip and love handle chub.

Lauren's womanly hips were testing her pants to their limits. They would have given way, if not for the assistance of some helpful coworkers. They affixed some safety fasteners to keep the seams down the side together, to keep her from completely bursting out of them. Still, it was bad. Pudge poured out the gaps. And the top of her enormous, fat butt cheeks bulged out the top.

Carla was amazed that those pants were still somewhat intact from all the gains this girl put on. She wanted to confront her about this. But before she could, Lauren already had a couple customers at the register.

"Hiya boys!" she waved. "Welcome to McGingers, how can I help you today?" ;D

“Yeah,” one of the guys said. “We’ll take two quarter pounder meals for here.”

“With a side of nuggets and barbecue sauce,” the other dude added.

“Oooh. Good choices,” complimented Lauren. “We’ll get that for you right away.” She was half ready to type in the order at her register, until suddenly,

GRUUUUURRRRRROOOORRRLLL!!!

“Was,” the second guy stood shocked. “Was that from you?”

“Oh, sorry about that,” she apologized. “I haven’t eaten anything in soooo long. So my belly’s a little peckish.”

Conveniently leaving out that the fry cook fed her a spare burger no less than an hour ago.

“Say,” the first customer uttered, “can we change that to, three quarter pounder meals?”

“Uh, no it’s not too late for that. But why?”

“W-well,” he gave her a sultry look as his friend’s gaze lingered on her meaty overinflated breasts. “We can’t just leave you here starving, right? I’ve seen you here a few times now, and, I...want to express my-OUR, satisfaction with your service.”

“You’re, giving me a free meal??” she gasped.

“Why not? Come swing by our table and we can,” glancing down at her bare rumbling tummy, “express our gratitude.”

Lauren of course didn't think much of it. Who could say no to free food? By the time she was halfway leaving the register Carla attempted to interfere,

"Hang on! W-who told you you were allowed to leave?"

"Huh?" Lauren turned. "Oh don't worry, Big sis. Jimmy said he would cover for me. I'll be right back. You won't even know I'm gone." ;D

"Jimmy is our fry cook!" D8<

But her complaints fell on deaf ears as Lauren hungrily licked her lips towards the three meals she ended up carrying towards her customers. Her natural wobbly gait instinctively swaying harder as she closed the distance.

She took a seat, the chair groaning against the immense pressure her 330-pound ass was providing.

Her stomach gurgling like a wild animal as she unwrapped her burger, and joyfully bit into it.

"MMMmmm. These thingsh never get old," she mused, her mouth full.

The men barely ate anything, as they were too busy being captivated by this curvaceous worker chomping down on greasy meat. She wolfed down her burger and fries like she hadn't eaten anything in days.

When she was halfway done, Lauren took notice of that, and asked,

"Hey, are either of you gonna eat those?" 8/

"Uh..," the more confident one of the duo was a little loss for words. Not expecting a girl's gluttony to be so blatant. Sure, he and his buddy originally came here for lunch, but-

"I can feed you mine," his friend ended up sputtering. Purely letting out the first horny thing that popped into his head out into the open. Taking him a full two seconds for him to realize the embarrassment of what he just said.

Luckily for him,

"Oooh, that sounds nice," grinned Lauren. Caring very little about first impressions.

"It's funny. My hand was JUST about to get tired from holding this burger all the time," she scooted her chair closer to the meeker man. "It would help me TONS if I could let it rest a bit before I went back to work. Are your hands up for the job?" :wink:

The young man's face flushed redder than the ketchup dollup that was smeared by the left side of Lauren's mouth, and silently nodded.

"Goody!" she clapped excitedly, handing him the remains of her burger. "Be careful you don't let the meat slip. I'd hate for such a delicious sandwich to fall apart before it enters my mouth." She flirted endearingly.

"O-of course," the nervous man chuckled. With the more confident customer quietly getting his own burger ready when it was his turn.

He held it up, Lauren leaned in, with her bare underboob squishing against the edge of the table. Nearly letting her left breast be pushed an inch further from her increasingly restricting bra. But just as she giddily took that first bite,

SNAP!

One of the fasteners that was keeping her pants together shot off, letting a big glob of chunky, delectibly soft thigh jut out.

"Oopsies," Lauren laughed at her own expense. "Guess I'll have to get some tougher clips next time." ;D

"B-but your pants!" the first man HAD to point out.

"Aww, it's sweet that you care. But don't worry about it. My new uniform came in the mail today. So these pants aren't AS important as they used to be. In fact, it actually gives me the opportunity to, let loose a bit."

"Really...," he looked back at the cook by the register. "HEY, can I get one more meal for my buddy at this table?"

"Sure," Jimmy shrugged. Loving to watch Lauren eat just as much as the next Gingerbreadlandian.

"Another one?" Lauren gasped. "My, how generous."

"You're a growing girl, aren't you?" he smirked. Regaining his charisma. "My friend and I can't just let you go back starving. Retail work is hard enough as is."

"Ohmygosh, that is SO true." 8o Agreeing just as his buddy shoved the rest of the first sandwich into her mouth. "Why should I be content being this skinny? I should put some meat on these bones before Big Sis Carla puts me back on the grind." She said while her blubbery butt grounded itself against the chair's back. Almost like she was back in her nightclub days.

She lived up to her word though, Lauren put a lot of meat away into her.

Devouring four whole quarter pound burgers that were doused in all kinds of fattening condiments and cardboard melting grease. Swallowing fries and nuggets as if they were mints. Stopping only to either savor the taste of her meal, or give her ever distending belly a good, complimentary rub, as her customers-turned-feeders kept her satisfied, and pampered like a princess. Almost like they were under some lusty spell that Lauren cast onto them.

Their antics certainly weren't overlooked.

Especially by Carla

Who could do little more than wag her finger at the air while Lauren was lost in her own little calorie rich world as her clothes strained their elastic to its limits.

She couldn't even be allowed to physically interfere as Harvey, almost like he detected something sexually charged going on, told her to wait until Lauren was done. His excuse being, as unprofessional Lauren was in THIS moment, it was undoubtedly getting some attention from the other customers in the restaurant.

Everyone taking out their phones to record or take pictures, uploading it onto twitter or instagram. Hell, more people were coming in for lunch just from seeing Lauren's feeding session from the window they were passing by.

Including people, who clearly just got OFF their lunch break.

And more people coming in, means more business for McGingers. Which Carla, was forced to agree. Even though she was adament at enforcing Lauren's bad behavior. She couldn't argue with the results.

screwinon — 05/09/2021

By the time Lauren was done, there was a small crowd surrounding the table. With her customers eating a few stray fries, and Lauren, well...

BRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAPP!!!

"Ah, that was SOOOO good. Thank you for treating me so well boys." ;D Slapping her happy full belly. The jiggles smacked out it rippling throughout her bare thigh and ominously straining breasts. "Is there anything I can do to repay you?" <8)

"Well...," the confident charmer of the two began to ask. "Are you free toni-"

"Can I rub your belly?" the nervous one accidentally spat out again. Lauren giggled,

"Of course! Go right ahead. She LOVES to be touched." B)

The nervous man tentatively stroked her warm, plush, basketball sized stomach. Despite eating enough food to feed four people, it still felt as soft as dough. The content groans and gurgles could be felt from the touch. He would've loved to just be, smothered in this woman's inviting softness. Giving it a few good pats that quivered across her torso, just to see if he could get away with it.

"Mmm," she chirped. "You boys really know how to make a girl feel special." ;D

"Lauren," Carla called. Reminding her that her meal(s) were DONE.

"Oh right. Sorry guys, I need to get back to work. It was nice meeting you....uh."

"Blake," the confident man stated.

"P-Peter," stuttered the other.

"Cool. Thank you for coming Blake and Peter. Hope you come serve with us again," bouncing her stuffed body up from the table, then jiggled her way back to behind the register. "Thanks for covering for me Jimmy." <8)

"A-anytime," he blushed. Rubbing the back of his head. Before Carla stepped in between them.

"You got that out of your system right now?" BI

"Oh yeah, I'm SO full Big sis. Now I can work even doublely hard." >83

"I'll, hold you to that. But, just so you know. I don't want this to turn into a regular thing, alright? People come to McGingers to EAT, not to feed you."

"Hey don't be so harsh on the girl," lightly nudged Jimmy. "Those guys invited her. It's not like she was planning this or nothing."

"She could've easily said, no, too. I...I don't want people to get the wrong impression of what and who we actually serve at this place."

"You're worrying too much, sis," Lauren giggled, her chest boulders bobbing with her. "Those guys were just being nice to me, that's all. But, I KIND OF get what you mean. So, I'll only accept meals only if I'm REALLY hungry." >8)

"I'd rather if you didn't accept other people's meals at ALL." >BI

"Okay....what about if I was really, REALLY, hungry?" 8/

"......"

"Really, really, REALLY hungry? Like, famished?" <8I

"....Sure, let's go with that," shrugging. Knowing that was most likely the best she could ask for for today. Carla didn't have the energy to argue with Harvey again after that piggish display. "Just don't go along breaking more of your uniform. Those things are expensive you know."

"I know. Don't worry Big sis. You won't have to worry about me breaking fasteners EVER again now that my new uniform has arrived. Harvey picked it out himself, so you KNOW it'll fit me." 8D

Part 3

One month had passed, and just as Lauren said. Her new uniform fitted her perfectly....back when she got it four weeks ago. These days, although not nearly as bad as her trainee outfit, it still restrained her burgeoning, thicc, hourglass figure just as much as the old one did. If not more now that she was wearing nothing but a pair of hot orange short-shorts and a pale blue tank top. Both of which did very little to hide the increasingly bulbous assets of her upper and lower torsos.

Her new X-cup breasts had cleavage so pronounced that the peak of it pressed into her collar bone as her top and bras straps strained lightly from the tension. You could easily peak at her pink bra just from how thin and small the shirt looked on her now. With it at most only reaching down halfway down her belly. Only barely covering the bellybutton as her more pronounced gut gurgled encouragingly. Then there was her ass, that jutted out like a proper shelf, and her shorts only covering less then half of those bouncing blubbery cheeks. Her newly inflated hips and rear were already starting to cause problems from how her sway was accidentally knocking down drinks and napkin dispensers from tables she strolls down by. Not to mention the small entry way between counter and the restaurant floor was starting to feel awfully snug for the robust 390 pound late teenager.

But did that bother Lauren?

Absolutely not. She was too busy having the time (and meals) of her life.

Harvey couldn't help but admire her progress as both he, his employees, and now even some of the customers were all taking turns feeding the immense Lauren Smith with whatever meals they can offer her. Of course, not a day went by that Carla didn't complain about all this treatment she's getting. But Harvey countered with, for every meal they feed Lauren, the more they're influenced to buy another one for themselves. Having them essentially buy twice or thrice as much food as they would normally.

Lauren was unconsciously making McGinger's business rise higher just by being the ever-hungry lass that she is. And, if this continues, Carla may end up getting a well-needed pay rise. That was always enough to keep her quiet for at least a couple weeks.

So now very little could stand in the way of the boss sitting back, relaxing, and admiring the ravenous Lauren scarfing down meals in his office again.

"H-how's the uniform?" he asked.

"Oh boss, HOMPH!" she said in-between forcing another baconator down her throat. "It fits me JUST right. Like, my girls feel like they finally have some room to breathe. Not like they had any problems with that when I had my OG outfit, OBVIOUSLY. But, this material is just so," her tits wiggling in place, "cozy, ya know?" ;D

"Like, everyone I've come across has complimented the crap out of it."

"W-well, they clearly see you have great taste in fashion," nodded Harvey, as he subtley pushed another Gingerflurry into Lauren's field of view.

"Hell yeah. Wish I could show it off on campus, but my aunt's all like: "It's too indecent for someone as blubbery as you". Which is SOOOOO mean." >8c "I mean, OMPH," biting into another burger as she began drinking the flurry Harvey gave her, "sure I may have gained a little bit of weight, but she's like, treating me like I've passed 400 pounds or something."

"Oof, she sounds even worse than Carla."

"What? No, I would NEVER compare anyone that mean to Big sis. Sure she's a little grouchy, but she just wants me to do the bestest job I can do." <8) "Aunt Maggie is just judgey." >Bc

"I see...," he couldn't really see it quite yet.

BRRRUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRPPP!!!

"OOF," she patted her fuller tummy. "That was so good. Thanks again for treating me for my third lunch break."

"It's my pleasure. I-I'll do anything to help my dear employees."

"Thanks." 8D

The alarm went off.

"Oops. Timer's up. Guess it's back to the salt mines for me." ^^; Lauren got up and went to leave the office. Until she suddenly found herself stopping. "What the-?" She struggled and wiggled in place, only inching out slightly forward. "H-hey boss. Has your door always been this small?"

"Y-y...," Harvey nearly fell out of his chair from this revelation. "...Are you stuck?"

"Maybe? I don't know. It's kinda hard to tell." Her hips were being pushed together by the doorway. Making her short-shorts strain slightly more as more of her bootilicious ass was revealed for Harvey's pleasure.

"U-uhm," he found himself starting to sweat. "Do you, n-need any help?"

Before he could even get out of his chair however,

POP

"Ah, nevermind, I got it," cheered Lauren. Waving back to Harvey behind her. "WOOH, that was a close one. Could you imagine what would've happened if my butt, or hips, or whatever got me stuck like that?" XD

"Dammit," he muttered.

"Huh?"

"I-I mean, YEAH. It...would've been a real shame." 8I

"So...S-SO glad that...that didn't, eh, happen." BI

"Weeeell, I'm going to work out at the drive thru again. Seeya boss man," she giggled and bounced away. Harvey managing to glimpse her rippling, curvaceous silhouette before leaving. Then, giving himself a mental note to maybe keep some butter on hand in case Lauren needed some, "pushing help" in the not-so-distant future.