was chatting to my partner on the phone this morning. they started a new role at work recently. the days are slow, there's a lot of sitting around.
there are multiple canteens. they sell hearty full breakfasts as well as really cheap lunches that come with a side and a drink.
my partner had already had their breakfast, and their lunch, and it wasn't even 10am - and they were hungry again.
they were already thinking about a second lunch, but insisted that they can't start having the full breakfast, followed by their lunch - plus another lunch - and probably plus snacks...
because they're worried that it might become a habit
a habit to have had three square meals, all before noon - only to come home and have more snacks, and dinner, and dessert, whilst working a job that requires next to no physical activity
and i have to say. this is all starting to feel very much like a fantasy of mine
i like to imagine it starts with them having extra meals at work, just because they can; just because they're bored. i like to picture them snacking between meals when the days are especially slow. i'd pack them even more sweet treats, just to keep them happy, and there's always more snacks at home. i'd feed them huge dinners, as a job well done. and of course, i'd follow the huge meals with huge desserts
their clothes gets tighter; they struggle to button themselves in every morning, and by their third meal of the day (at only lunchtime) their clothes are bursting at the seams. they buy a size up for work, just to be comfortable - and then have to size up again, only months later. they maintain that their old clothes are fine, at home at least - until eventually their joggers don't even stretch around their enormous thighs, much less their enormous ass (and their belly never fit in there in the first place)
i love to watch them leave in the mornings, wobbling down the driveway, inches from bursting out of the largest uniform their workplace could supply. three workplace meals wouldn't be enough anymore; they have breakfast at home, a packed lunch, an entire backpack full of snacks, and i suspect - if their swelling waistline is any indication - that they're buying at least four or five meals a day at work by now
every day they find it harder and harder to stuff themselves into their clothes, and every day they find it harder and harder to stuff themselves into the car. in fact, by now, they struggle to even walk down the drive; when they leave they're winded, belly pinned by the steering wheel, uniform threatening to burst at the seams - and still, i see them reach into their bag of snacks, even before the car has even left the drive
ideally at this point they get another promotion, something which means they can work from home - and also afford all of those doordash deliveries they've been ordering. they've long since outgrown their gaming chair, so mostly they just sit on the bed - clothes optional - with the laptop perched on their belly
seven meals a day becomes one continuous grazing session, punctuated by fast food deliveries. we both work from home, so when i need to stretch my legs i make sure they're topped up on drinks and snacks. my partner's rolls and folds slowly expand to fill the borders of the bed, but i don't mind - i'm just so grateful to my gorgeous partner for bringing home the bacon (even if they're eating most of it)
