Finally here you are. You worked hard to have this meeting with no one less than Rose, president and owner of Macro Cosmos. Finally Miss Oleana leads you into the office and here he is, in all his… plumpness?
You always admired his careless attitude towards his weight, who needs a buff body when you are a milionarie genius? Still, lately you’ve red something about him adding some more weight on his frame on some tabloids..but surely you were not expecting it to be THAT much.
Still, here he is, in the middle of the office, sitting on a large pouf, your curriculum in one hand, propped over his very large and very fat belly, which is protruding out of his (once) tailored suit.
“Ah, here you are!”, he exclaims, looking at you with a smile, “please, take a sit”, he adds, pointing at the chair in front of him. When you finally sit down, you can not stop looking at his bulging tummy. It’s digesting a huge amount of food, from the noises that you can clearly hear echoing in the silent office. Other than that, what catches your attention is the glistening piercing that almost disappears into his fat belly button. It looks like it’s going to pop off at any time…
Suddenly, you hear Rose clear his throat and you eyes snap up, clearly caught in the act of staring. You try to stutter an apology, but the president smiles kindly at you.
“You see”, he tells you, lying backwards into his pouf, widening his legs to let his belly to stretch out, “It’s way more comfortable than a desk”, and with that he presses a hand into his fat belly, letting out a satisfied sigh, followed by a loud, hungry groan from his stomach. You nod, hearing another gurgle escape from that bulging ball of flab.
“As you can hear I’m pretty hungry.”, he smiles,"What do you think if we discuss your employiment in front of some delicious food? I know a really good restaurant nearby. It delivers here any time i wish.”, Rose tells you and you oh so believe such statement. You can't help yourself but to nod, you eyes glued once again on his huge belly.
“Excellent!”, he exclaims, stretching backwards to push into an intercom and call his assistant. As he does that he lets his belly slosh up and down. It looks like, with all that food, he also swallowed down a beach ball from how round and full it looks… but, hey, if the boss says he’s hungry, who are you to argue with that?