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“Why? Why didn’t you wait until after the meeting, Sybil?” Minnie sighed, pacing on the jiggling mass of her boss as Debbie stared cross-eyed into the middle distance.
“You know her hunger doesn’t wait,” Sybil replied, utterly unconcerned. “Besides, don’t you do that all the time?”
“Of course! But because I do it all the time, I know better than to put her into a food coma just an hour before a major meeting.”
“Not like her business partners aren’t used to this…”
“The ones local to here are, not the ones abroad,” Minnie hissed in exasperation. She tried to stomp her foot, but unfortunately since her standing surface was basically just the titanic shelf of Debbie’s breast, all it did was wobble the fat and nearly cause Minnie to topple over.
“I’ll have the decaf,” muttered the semi-conscious blob of a cheetah, followed by a giggle that turned into a hiccup. Both her friend and wife regarded her, and Sybil’s confidence faded just a smidge. She rubbed at the back of her neck and looked away.
“Yeah well…I mean, she’ll come around eventually…”
“We don’t have the hours to spare, Sybbie,” Minnie sighed. “We can’t even shrink her down at that size. None of our powers can hold back her size, not even if we phoned everyone and got them to work together. Besides…that’s not even the problem. The problem is…” Minnie gestured vaguely to the huge mass that her boss had become. Debbie belched, wobbling like jello from the force of it.
“Mmmm, shallots,” she said, snorting with laughter.
“Uhhhh…oops?”
The door to the office opened, the portly rear of the head of R & D entering first. She laughed to someone behind the door, closed it, and turned. She froze.
Eliza had seen her boss eat herself to an enormous blob before. So had nearly everyone who worked at Triple S Foods for longer than a few days. It wasn’t the novelty that made the kobold suck in an anxious breath. She looked up to Minnie, who nodded. Sybil gave Eliza a sheepish grin.
“Well,” Eliza said, adjusting her tie and brushing some unseen dirt off of her blouse. “This is a problem.”
“That’s an understatement,” Minnie said, rubbing her temples.
“Look, I’m sorry! What was I supposed to do, not feed my wife?”
“Yes.”
“No, I get it.”
Minnie and Eliza blinked, then met each other’s eyes. Eliza’s sheepish smile was twin to Sybil’s, and Minnie turned away, muttering something about unprofessionalism in the workplace.
“Listen,” Eliza said, “it’s not the end of the world. If we can’t rouse hee, her can simply postpone the meeting.”
“The head of Holy Grains Unlimited flew in from Croatia,” Minnie groaned. “She’d be livid if we called the meeting off with less than an hour to spare. Not to mention the American branch of Wesker’s. You know how they get.”
Eliza and Sybil both shrugged. Neither kept nearly as up to date with the dealings of Triple S Foods outside of Overland.
“Can’t we send someone in her stead?”
“The CEOs expect nothing less than Deborah Thorne in the flesh,” Minnie groaned.
“Well, they’ll get plenty of that,” chuckled Sybil, giving Debbie’s oceanic belly a satisfied pat. The wobbling reverberations triggered something in the cat, whose next belch was of such caliber that the force of it nearly blew Minnie off her perch.
“Yes, well, that won’t be easy to hide. Hmmmmm, I might be able to put a silencing charm on her, at least. So her gastric noises don’t drown out the conversation…but, well…”
“Oh no! Whatever you’re planning, no!”
“Me? Planning?”
“You have that face,” Minnie said, pointing an accusatory feather Eliza’s way. “That devious face that you get before you start a mess for me to clean up.”
Eliza put a hand to her chest in mock outrage. “Why Minnie, whatever do you mean? I’m as innocent as a dove.” Even Sybil chuckled at that one. “But, well, you’ve memorized her talking points, yes?”
“Well, of course, but-,”
“And you could hide between her cleavage even before her…current growth spurt. It should be a trivial matter to alter your voice and divert its source so it seems like she’s talking…”
“Are you suggesting we pull a Weekend at Bernie’s?” Sybil asked, tail wagging.
“Something like that,” Eliza said, smiling back.
“No thank you I’m full right now,” Debbie contributed with a hiccup. Minnie glanced back at her boss, then to the two devious little shits in her midst. She sighed.
“Fine. But this had better work…”
Weekend at Debbie’s
By Penny“Why? Why didn’t you wait until after the meeting, Sybil?” Minnie sighed, pacing on the jiggling mass of her boss as Debbie stared cross-eyed into the middle distance.
“You know her hunger doesn’t wait,” Sybil replied, utterly unconcerned. “Besides, don’t you do that all the time?”
“Of course! But because I do it all the time, I know better than to put her into a food coma just an hour before a major meeting.”
“Not like her business partners aren’t used to this…”
“The ones local to here are, not the ones abroad,” Minnie hissed in exasperation. She tried to stomp her foot, but unfortunately since her standing surface was basically just the titanic shelf of Debbie’s breast, all it did was wobble the fat and nearly cause Minnie to topple over.
“I’ll have the decaf,” muttered the semi-conscious blob of a cheetah, followed by a giggle that turned into a hiccup. Both her friend and wife regarded her, and Sybil’s confidence faded just a smidge. She rubbed at the back of her neck and looked away.
“Yeah well…I mean, she’ll come around eventually…”
“We don’t have the hours to spare, Sybbie,” Minnie sighed. “We can’t even shrink her down at that size. None of our powers can hold back her size, not even if we phoned everyone and got them to work together. Besides…that’s not even the problem. The problem is…” Minnie gestured vaguely to the huge mass that her boss had become. Debbie belched, wobbling like jello from the force of it.
“Mmmm, shallots,” she said, snorting with laughter.
“Uhhhh…oops?”
The door to the office opened, the portly rear of the head of R & D entering first. She laughed to someone behind the door, closed it, and turned. She froze.
Eliza had seen her boss eat herself to an enormous blob before. So had nearly everyone who worked at Triple S Foods for longer than a few days. It wasn’t the novelty that made the kobold suck in an anxious breath. She looked up to Minnie, who nodded. Sybil gave Eliza a sheepish grin.
“Well,” Eliza said, adjusting her tie and brushing some unseen dirt off of her blouse. “This is a problem.”
“That’s an understatement,” Minnie said, rubbing her temples.
“Look, I’m sorry! What was I supposed to do, not feed my wife?”
“Yes.”
“No, I get it.”
Minnie and Eliza blinked, then met each other’s eyes. Eliza’s sheepish smile was twin to Sybil’s, and Minnie turned away, muttering something about unprofessionalism in the workplace.
“Listen,” Eliza said, “it’s not the end of the world. If we can’t rouse hee, her can simply postpone the meeting.”
“The head of Holy Grains Unlimited flew in from Croatia,” Minnie groaned. “She’d be livid if we called the meeting off with less than an hour to spare. Not to mention the American branch of Wesker’s. You know how they get.”
Eliza and Sybil both shrugged. Neither kept nearly as up to date with the dealings of Triple S Foods outside of Overland.
“Can’t we send someone in her stead?”
“The CEOs expect nothing less than Deborah Thorne in the flesh,” Minnie groaned.
“Well, they’ll get plenty of that,” chuckled Sybil, giving Debbie’s oceanic belly a satisfied pat. The wobbling reverberations triggered something in the cat, whose next belch was of such caliber that the force of it nearly blew Minnie off her perch.
“Yes, well, that won’t be easy to hide. Hmmmmm, I might be able to put a silencing charm on her, at least. So her gastric noises don’t drown out the conversation…but, well…”
“Oh no! Whatever you’re planning, no!”
“Me? Planning?”
“You have that face,” Minnie said, pointing an accusatory feather Eliza’s way. “That devious face that you get before you start a mess for me to clean up.”
Eliza put a hand to her chest in mock outrage. “Why Minnie, whatever do you mean? I’m as innocent as a dove.” Even Sybil chuckled at that one. “But, well, you’ve memorized her talking points, yes?”
“Well, of course, but-,”
“And you could hide between her cleavage even before her…current growth spurt. It should be a trivial matter to alter your voice and divert its source so it seems like she’s talking…”
“Are you suggesting we pull a Weekend at Bernie’s?” Sybil asked, tail wagging.
“Something like that,” Eliza said, smiling back.
“No thank you I’m full right now,” Debbie contributed with a hiccup. Minnie glanced back at her boss, then to the two devious little shits in her midst. She sighed.
“Fine. But this had better work…”
Category Story / Fat Furs
Species Cheetah
Size 120 x 53px
File Size 16.6 kB
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