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It made Megan furrious when things didn't go her way. The first thing that came to her mind was that she wanted to crush whoever might be obstructing an objective of hers. She had never acted on her thoughts, but she thought of herself, and her weighing something well over 500 pounds, that sitting or standing on certain individuals that were frequently pissing her off would be completely justified, and probably a great way to vent her feelings, at least for her. She worked as the office manager for an insurance agency. Crushing her underlings to death wouldn't go over well up stairs probably so she kept a tight control on her urge to do that.
She had been the office manager for the last 5 years, and had been with the company for 10 years, during which she had gained about 250 pounds. All those donuts she had eaten over ten years were certainly a factor in that, but she didn't really mind being a super size woman. She felt content at least never feeling a need to diet, and her health was fine, as opposed to what society and most doctors said.
She had worked her way thru school earning her masters in business and administration. She had saved the company a few hundred thousand dollars by running her office efficiently, and overseeing accounting, which the accounting supervisor was supposed to do. She fired him, and did the job herself. What thanks did she get? Zero.
Megan knew she was overdue for a promotion to district manager. She also knew that she hadn't recieved it because one, she wasn't a man, and two, she was a very fat woman. She was just waiting for the company to try and let her go so she could sue them and never have to work so hard again.
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Great beginning, Adam.

Looking forward to more.

Might I say though, so more description of Megan would be nice.

Megan's husband of 12 years,John, was the luckiest bastard in the world as far as he was concerned. He had always been into fat gals ever since he was a kid. This much Megan knew. What he thought she didn't know was that he was a closet feeder. All those donuts she had eaten at work, her husband, often provided her if he was home before she went to work.
John and Megan had met in their freshman year of college, and were married 5 years later, after having attained their bachelors degrees and having had lived together for a year.
In all that time John thought he had managed to keep it a secret that he was a feeder, fearing he would be rejected for it. In his mind he was completely responcable for Megan's physical transformation from the average fat girl he met in college to the enormous blubbery goddess she was now. He was responcable for all the steaks, potatos, and pasta that she had eaten over the years along with all those donuts, plus his home made pizza, an inbetween of thin crust and pan, buried under several pounds of various meats and cheeses with just the right amount of sauce. He also made her deli style sandwhiches which she seemed to inhale they were so good to her. His fudge brownies never lasted long.
This is why John felt he was totally responcable for Megan's weight gain, of which he felt great pride. This is why she had gained 250 pounds in the past 10 years, or so, John thought.
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