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Outgrowing your clothes Pt 17
🕑 Added 2023-11-25 22:44:37 +0000 UTCThere was complete silence in the apartment, with the exception of a foot pounding the floor rapidly and more and more loudly with each passing moment. Victor was annoyedly glancing at his phone, more specifically, tracking where his order from “Burger Hut” was. He had ordered it thirty minutes ago and the receipt had said it would take twenty-five minutes. Now, it was an extra five minutes and the horse was starving.
“These jerks are always so damn late”, he said angrily as he took a swig of soda. “I just want my double burger, chicken sandwich and fries. How friggin hard is it to cook that and then drive them here?”
The horse took another healthy swig from the 1 liter bottle of Cherry Coke and covered his mouth as a burp began to escape. This had been happening a lot lately, as his carbonated beverage consumption had gone up. He had made sure to cover his mouth when this happened, though a few had escaped without him being polite.
It wasn’t like he had reason to be polite as he hadn’t been in the office since right after January 5th, when he had been told that Martin had in fact gotten the promotion and that he would remain at his post. Victor had been furious and barely restrained himself from storming out. If it had not been for the generous bonus he was getting for staying in the current role, he probably would have. Instead, he just gathered up the majority of items he needed to get work done and informed the partners he’d be working remotely for the foreseeable future.
That had been over two months ago and it was apparent to all that if Victor tried wearing his work clothes, they probably wouldn’t fit. He had put on weight since then, probably about 50 pounds, which, added to the 15 he had put on since Halloween, made him 65 pounds heavier than before. He wasn’t fat, not by any means, but his face was fuller, his stomach protruded quite a bit, and his arms and legs were bulkier. He was getting very soft, and the once little muscles he had due to running were now covered in a soft layer of adipose. He was still swimming in his outfit, but he no longer needed suspenders to hold the shorts up, he just had to tie the waist tie very tight.
He looked back at the tracking aspect of Uber to see that the driver had parked outside the building, meaning he was probably coming up. The fur put his soda done on the table and walked over to the door and opened it just as a pantheress made it up the top step.
“Take your time. It’s not like someone placed an order and was expecting their food in a timely fashion.”
The uber driver was used to people complaining before and she was more than content to ignore it as she walked up to the horse and extended her arm. Before she could finish however, Victor swiped the bag from her hand, much to the surprise and annoyance of the younger woman.
“Um, sorry? There was a little bit of traffic.”
Victor wasn’t buying it.
“Traffic? Look, whatever your name is, there’s a reason why you have to do something like this to get by, and it’s probably because you’re a liar and always tard, tard, late”, he replied, some words getting caught in his mouth and then fading from his mind. He rubbed his temple for a second, wondering why he couldn’t remember how to pronounce a word.
“Right. Whatever pal, just enjoy your meal.”
She turned to leave and got halfway down the steps, before Victor could even think of a retort. Without really understanding why, he just muttered “Bitch” and walked back into his apartment.
