You spy Stacy in HR lazing in her chair eating a jelly donut. Stacys head felt tiny on top of the enormous body she sported. Her stomach churned and groaned from her latest meal, no doubt only one of the MANY she had to have had since you last saw her. You could swear she swelled a little more off her meal while you were staring at her! Her sides pressed into both sides of her desk, squishing and spilling over her desk phones in a blanket of fat. “Belch. Heh, hon.”