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Office Worker - Part 1
🕑 Added 2019-05-20 15:00:00 +0000 UTCAnother great story has come out of the custom creations. I got into this one so much that I decided to make it a two-parter. The prompt on this one by James was simple "A story about an office worker finding the effects of her new sedentary lifestyle" I hope you all enjoy it.
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Camilla dainty removed the lid from the flat white box of chocolates she had just finished taking the cellophane off of. She was currently sitting at her desk within her cubicle in a fairly quiet office. The box of chocolates was from a very happy client that Cammie had just recently helped push through a major transaction. Three years into her role at the office, Cammie was no stranger to something like this after helping one of her big clients make a big money move, as she was paid to do. The first time this had happened, Cammie rewarded herself by having one chocolate each day until the box was empty. Now a days there were five small black wrappers on her desk before she decided to take a break.
Over the three years working here, Cammie had dealt with some changes. She got this job straight out of college, and at that time was fit and athletic from doing years of sports. But now that her life revolved around sitting at her desk, being on the phone, and crunching on her computer, her figure didn’t quite reflect the former athlete that she was. Cammie knew she had packed on some pounds, but as the situation got more serious, she hid in the shadow of denial. If she didn’t step on a scale, she wouldn’t have to face reality. She continually played off her weight as just a few extra pounds, and just purchased new clothing as her attire became more snug.
The office scene didn’t do anything to help her cause, and had become the number one contributing factor to so much of her gain. There always seemed to be something to nibble on at the office, and usually it wasn’t all that healthy. Pretty quickly Cammie had pick up a habit of not letting free food go to waste. Working for a big company, but on a relatively small team of about 20 people, there seemed like there was always a birthday happening, which of course meant cake and it’s leftovers for at least a few days. There was also routinely pot lucks on her floor in an attempt to get employees engaged and working as a team. It seemed like every small holiday was celebrated. Valentines day, St Patrick's day, Easter. Each occasion was just an excuse to indulge, as everyone always brought in a lot of food. Of course everyone wanted to have the best dish, as we all know flavor is usually tied to an over use of butter, salt, and other waist stretching ingredients. And when it wasn’t either of those, there was always a catered lunch about once a week when the big bosses would meet with big clients. They always ordered food for like 50 people, despite their team being more than half that size.
Which was the case yesterday. This left plenty of sandwiches and more in the kitchen area. Cammie couldn’t get the thought of the turkey cheddar bacon out of her head, and since it was only almost 11am, and the sandwiches were already cut in half, she thought it was be the perfect snack to tide her over until lunch. Cammie raised up from her standard office chair, her extra bulk jiggling a little bit under her fairly tight work attire.
The majority of the motion came from her chest, which had certainly taken a bulk of the extra calories Cammie had become accustomed to. Her blouse bunnies were packed behind a white button down top, with a stylish blazer slightly draped on top of them. Cammie loved the blazer, that matched her pencil skirt, but it had recently started to not fit so comfortably. She felt like the arms were a bit too sung, and that was possibly was the cause as to why it didn’t cover up her front as much as it used to.
Ignoring the feeling of her shrinking wardrobe, Cammie sauntered her way into the kitchen, where she opened the fridge, revealing all the leftover sandwiches from yesterday. There were a ton in there, and Cammie left like she was doing her part making sure they didn’t go to waste. There were even so many that she might have to come back this afternoon and have another. Spying one with her label of choice, she closed the fridge.
Turning around she noticed some extra goodies on the counter. The catered lunch had come with some brownies and large cookies to chase down those sandwiches. Someone had taken the time to wrap them up individually in plastic to save their freshness for another day. Cammie had helped herself to one of each yesterday, but right now the brownies were calling to her. With her pot belly hanging over her waistband and growling, she stood in front of the treats, flipping through them looking for the one that looks the biggest.
In all of her excitement, she didn’t notice how precariously close to the edge of the counter they were. After moving several out of the way so she could look at the ones in the back, a couple in the front took a tumble off the counter and on to the floor. “Oops.” Cammie squeaked. She was reluctant to pick them up, as bending over had started to become more of a task than it had previously, but she knew it was the right thing to do. Slowly bending over, her waistband started to dig into her fleshy middle, causing her immediate discomfort. She only had a few inches more to go though, but right as her hand clasped around the pair of brown fudgy treats, she heard a pop coming from her waist, and shot up as fast as she could. Not wanting to try and assess the damage here, Cammie threw the brownies on the counter and rushed to the nearest bathroom, leaving her half sandwich abandoned on the kitchen table.
