#v nice

You found a job, but it's at a donut shop and the owner is a girl you used to tease and bully for being fat. She's slimmed down to the size you used to be, and you're bigger than she used to be. Now she's the one teasing and bullying you.

"Go ahead fatty, finish it, you know you wanna." She's making you sample a donut from every batch for 'quality control', which is adding up to like a dozen a day. You've only been here a month and you've gained thirty more pounds.

"Careful, fatty, you're gonna split your pants again!" when you bend down to get a bag of flour. She's not wrong. You seriously need a 2XL but she says that's on backorder, so you're squeezed into a size L with the button and zipper undone. "Fix your apron and pull your shirt back down. Nobody wants to see your flab spilling out."

"Out of my way, fatty, you take up the whole kitchen!" She pokes her sharp fingernail into the giant roll of fat bulging over your waistband. "God, you even look like a donut."

She acts annoyed but is totally getting off to this. And for reasons you don't understand, so are you.

Spent Sunday evening with some queer friends in the rec area of their student accommodation building