At first, you would get a weird look from the casheirs when you purchase 12 gallons of eggnog, then after a couple trips you were normalized as "That guy that always buys all the eggnog", and then not soon after, "that guy who we give a 25% discount to because he's buying so much eggnog". Mysterous but profitable, they stopped asking why and were happy to have your business. They thought, maybe an art project? Eccentric millionaire that is WAY too festive? In reality, you were bringing it all home to your girlfriend, Betty.
Betty couldn't stop drinking eggnog. She never remembered it being so delicious in all the previous years.. maybe they've done something new with the formula this season? Whatever the reason, she would down at least one carton a day, and then she started drinking two, and then three... For anyone else, this would be an impossibly expensive game to keep up, but you have a lucrative enough career to make the investment, which more than pays for itself every day. Every morning, the bed was slanted, sagging further under her weight, and each night, there was more soft flesh to engulf you.
At first she was a little plump, then obnoxiously rotund.. and startlingly soon after she was beyond what you could imagine possible; almost cartoonish. You were enpassioned with some unreal vigor to continue mad experiment, growing your girlfriend into proportions previously unknown to man, you wanted to see what would give first; her appetite or the county's capacity to produce eggnog.
Scott Fine
2017-12-30 02:02:17 +0000 UTC